Of Popinjays, Pontification & twaddle.
LMH -“Mitchell, the ATSB's Chief Commissioner, doled out some stern warnings (again), but he has to be wondering if anyone is listening.”
What a strange collection of twaddle. Used as a verb the word 'doled' is defined as
“to distribute in charity.”
“to give out sparingly or in small quantities (usually followed by out):
What an attitude. The ATSB is the sheltered workshop to which 'charity' is doled out, in big amounts from the public purse. In exchange for these monies, the ATSB is supposed to 'stand alone' and provide expert accident investigation, accurate reports on the same in a timely manner; and, where possible, enhance and support safety outcomes in the aviation sector. Any self respecting charity, with a track record like the ATSB would be ashamed to take the money on offer; let alone ask for more – to do less and appear useless.
The bit that (a) cracked me up then (b) had me shaking my old wooden head in disbelief was (LMH) “but he has to be wondering if anyone is listening.”
Wonder no more Hitch – and; Popinjay; don't trouble yourself. The damage done to the ATSB international and domestic reputation, which many thought could sink no lower after the MoU, the Beaker and Hood performance, still continues it's downward spiral, unabated, under your posturing, lacklustre stewardship of the agency. It has been many a long year since anyone took the ATSB seriously and 'listened'. Any study of the ATSB track record will clearly define why. A 'stern warning' - on VFR into IMC – from you? – FCOL. Self deluding people must, eventually, seek professional help. There is a definite limit to the tolerance of the 'professional' aviation world; why stay when no one wants you, nobody believes you and the latest efforts in the name of 'safety outcomes' have become a thing of international ridicule and concern. So take your 'doled' out stern warning and return it to its rightful place – where the sun don't shine.
'With an attitude both venal and heinous
and dismissal of all which is dangerous,
Before very long, the words of the song
will change, from Angus to Anus.' (Anon)...
Rant over, temper regained. There; I feel much better now; sanguine – almost.
While I'm at it; CASA made another 'hobby Holly' appearance at Estimates – more airy-fairy promises; more time needed and much more money needed to keep the good ship Never Ending Story afloat. Meanwhile, back at the farm; there is a long list critical matters patiently waiting for some serious attention. Real issues; the ones industry has been trying, for decades, to have rectified – just simple stuff; like ICAO compliance and real world rules, in plain English; safety of passengers at built up airports etc. It is quite a long list; traded in for 'feel good' twaddle and a view to the future – as if the industry has one. Sugar coated WOFTAM, two faced and deceitful with it. I rest my case M'lud...
It has been the week for pontification, twaddle, bluster and futuristic dreams; all far removed from the awful facts; farms wiped out in floods; homes and businesses decimated; folk living on charity in whatever hovel they can squeeze the kids, dog and whatever they have salvaged from the 'great waters' in this land of drought and flooding rains. Cost of living, interest rates, shortages, imports, defence of the nation – all just a mere bagatelle and good only for a sound bite – when cornered. Perhaps we could shelve; just for a little while the grandiose dreams of the future and get this country secure, mobile, housed, employed and off the poverty line; before there's very little left of what was 'the lucky country'.
That's it, only thing left to do is replace the Houseboat bucket; the old one is past redemption. Time to sign off; return to the quiet sanity of the workshop. There's always a laugh in there; The Bloody Cat (TBC) a regular performer. I had polished a 1.2 metre bookcase shelf to a really good shine (closely watched by TBC) one end on the bench the other propped up on a billet to allow the wax finish to dry off. TBC hops onto the 'up' end, sits and slides to the other; we ('dogs' and I) watched this three times before we got a look which said, very clearly – you're all just jealous. Game set and match TBC.
Selah..
LMH -“Mitchell, the ATSB's Chief Commissioner, doled out some stern warnings (again), but he has to be wondering if anyone is listening.”
What a strange collection of twaddle. Used as a verb the word 'doled' is defined as
“to distribute in charity.”
“to give out sparingly or in small quantities (usually followed by out):
What an attitude. The ATSB is the sheltered workshop to which 'charity' is doled out, in big amounts from the public purse. In exchange for these monies, the ATSB is supposed to 'stand alone' and provide expert accident investigation, accurate reports on the same in a timely manner; and, where possible, enhance and support safety outcomes in the aviation sector. Any self respecting charity, with a track record like the ATSB would be ashamed to take the money on offer; let alone ask for more – to do less and appear useless.
The bit that (a) cracked me up then (b) had me shaking my old wooden head in disbelief was (LMH) “but he has to be wondering if anyone is listening.”
Wonder no more Hitch – and; Popinjay; don't trouble yourself. The damage done to the ATSB international and domestic reputation, which many thought could sink no lower after the MoU, the Beaker and Hood performance, still continues it's downward spiral, unabated, under your posturing, lacklustre stewardship of the agency. It has been many a long year since anyone took the ATSB seriously and 'listened'. Any study of the ATSB track record will clearly define why. A 'stern warning' - on VFR into IMC – from you? – FCOL. Self deluding people must, eventually, seek professional help. There is a definite limit to the tolerance of the 'professional' aviation world; why stay when no one wants you, nobody believes you and the latest efforts in the name of 'safety outcomes' have become a thing of international ridicule and concern. So take your 'doled' out stern warning and return it to its rightful place – where the sun don't shine.
'With an attitude both venal and heinous
and dismissal of all which is dangerous,
Before very long, the words of the song
will change, from Angus to Anus.' (Anon)...
Rant over, temper regained. There; I feel much better now; sanguine – almost.
While I'm at it; CASA made another 'hobby Holly' appearance at Estimates – more airy-fairy promises; more time needed and much more money needed to keep the good ship Never Ending Story afloat. Meanwhile, back at the farm; there is a long list critical matters patiently waiting for some serious attention. Real issues; the ones industry has been trying, for decades, to have rectified – just simple stuff; like ICAO compliance and real world rules, in plain English; safety of passengers at built up airports etc. It is quite a long list; traded in for 'feel good' twaddle and a view to the future – as if the industry has one. Sugar coated WOFTAM, two faced and deceitful with it. I rest my case M'lud...
It has been the week for pontification, twaddle, bluster and futuristic dreams; all far removed from the awful facts; farms wiped out in floods; homes and businesses decimated; folk living on charity in whatever hovel they can squeeze the kids, dog and whatever they have salvaged from the 'great waters' in this land of drought and flooding rains. Cost of living, interest rates, shortages, imports, defence of the nation – all just a mere bagatelle and good only for a sound bite – when cornered. Perhaps we could shelve; just for a little while the grandiose dreams of the future and get this country secure, mobile, housed, employed and off the poverty line; before there's very little left of what was 'the lucky country'.
That's it, only thing left to do is replace the Houseboat bucket; the old one is past redemption. Time to sign off; return to the quiet sanity of the workshop. There's always a laugh in there; The Bloody Cat (TBC) a regular performer. I had polished a 1.2 metre bookcase shelf to a really good shine (closely watched by TBC) one end on the bench the other propped up on a billet to allow the wax finish to dry off. TBC hops onto the 'up' end, sits and slides to the other; we ('dogs' and I) watched this three times before we got a look which said, very clearly – you're all just jealous. Game set and match TBC.
Selah..