A morning at home....
(Ramble warning):-
Not quite able to lift 'eavy fings' just yet; and, with a couple of days past being a perfect for staying in and warm, I lit the stove and dragged my bench stool across to the blackboard. It is an old thing, carefully restored, used to sketch out a design and jot down 'cutting lists' for a project, complete with an old fashioned board rubber and chalk (an old favourite friend).
![[Image: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMWjn02OcHQd-22gc7Tu8...w&usqp=CAU]](https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMWjn02OcHQd-22gc7Tu8rA69TNdvMp_2CPw&usqp=CAU)
The notion to start a 'mud-map' began after a discussion with P2 related to the Aviation State Safety Program (SSP); the National Aviation Safety Plan (NASP) and and similar bodies, those which are part of the safety network. So a 'flow chart' showing the named bodies which have a seat at the table and those who don't, but contribute; in short, data in. Logic dictates that with input there must be tangible output, with 'visible' results and outcomes which address the lodged concerns. This is the design function of any Safety Management System (SMS). So, I set to work; and worked, scratched my head, then worked some more; then made coffee then started all over again. New diagram, working only with input from 'acknowledged' bodies, such as Aus ALPA. Between computer and blackboard, I spent 10 hours on the notion, left it all behind overnight and began again yesterday, same deal. Same result – substantive input v no tangible improvement. I did a rough cost/benefit analysis on one (singular) item; soup to nuts; from initial identification of an 'alleged' hazard to the actual final outcome, from the 'official' arbiter made into practical, tangible remediation. Short answer – millions in :: zero out. It is probably about time the travelling public were made aware and treated with the respect they deserve; for it is they who pay and pay dearly for the soothing fantasy, that in which they are persuaded to believe they are, in fact, as safe as government would have them believe.
“I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
That quote refers to 'the Red Queen' in Carroll's fantasy Alice through the Looking Glass; not to be confused with the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland; which is a title the BRB have bestowed on our expert finger painter, note writer and doily maker currently running the CASA shambles. Today we need to consider the Red Queen:-
Her name is Iracebeth of Crims. The Red Queen is also referred to as The Bloody Big Head and The Bloody Red Queen. She is also married to the knave of hearts,
In one way, a modicum of sympathy may be reserved for our 'transport ' minister. Surrounded by the DoIT, advised by ASA, ATSB and the CASA; what hope of control, or change, even if (big one) backed by experience and knowledge has the token minister got? Serious question. Provided a name may be scrawled on any piece of white or green paper, casually dropped into the 'in-box' – theoretically, there is no need for any semblance of understanding; or, even a loose grip on the stark realities. The distance and protection afforded by 'the system' – between 'the minister' and two aircraft colliding at Sydney or; a jet wrapped around a mountain top in Cairns; or an aircraft smacking into a close in building on take off, just don't enter into the reality of life in the bubble. But it does for the aircrew and the hapless passengers exposed to these potential 'high body count' situations. I doubt these risks hardly rate a mention in the 'Chairman's' lounge; but they do exist, in real life, in real time; ignored on a daily basis.
“The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.”
Aye well, enough said; that we are deep into a mathematical probability of a serious event; or, that part an industry is being slowly crushed and forced out of existence;or, that somehow more complex regulation and responsibility shedding will light the way to the future is a question to which time will respond. The question minister may be 'taken on notice'; however, sooner or later, there will be reckoning. Let us hope that fire and carnage are not the precursor to the demand for that reckoning.
That's it – Spring sunshine and a breeze, not to mention my boots being dropped (subtle like) under the bench all seem to point toward a stroll – best crack on before the mob get restless.
Selah...
(Ramble warning):-
Not quite able to lift 'eavy fings' just yet; and, with a couple of days past being a perfect for staying in and warm, I lit the stove and dragged my bench stool across to the blackboard. It is an old thing, carefully restored, used to sketch out a design and jot down 'cutting lists' for a project, complete with an old fashioned board rubber and chalk (an old favourite friend).
The notion to start a 'mud-map' began after a discussion with P2 related to the Aviation State Safety Program (SSP); the National Aviation Safety Plan (NASP) and and similar bodies, those which are part of the safety network. So a 'flow chart' showing the named bodies which have a seat at the table and those who don't, but contribute; in short, data in. Logic dictates that with input there must be tangible output, with 'visible' results and outcomes which address the lodged concerns. This is the design function of any Safety Management System (SMS). So, I set to work; and worked, scratched my head, then worked some more; then made coffee then started all over again. New diagram, working only with input from 'acknowledged' bodies, such as Aus ALPA. Between computer and blackboard, I spent 10 hours on the notion, left it all behind overnight and began again yesterday, same deal. Same result – substantive input v no tangible improvement. I did a rough cost/benefit analysis on one (singular) item; soup to nuts; from initial identification of an 'alleged' hazard to the actual final outcome, from the 'official' arbiter made into practical, tangible remediation. Short answer – millions in :: zero out. It is probably about time the travelling public were made aware and treated with the respect they deserve; for it is they who pay and pay dearly for the soothing fantasy, that in which they are persuaded to believe they are, in fact, as safe as government would have them believe.
“I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
That quote refers to 'the Red Queen' in Carroll's fantasy Alice through the Looking Glass; not to be confused with the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland; which is a title the BRB have bestowed on our expert finger painter, note writer and doily maker currently running the CASA shambles. Today we need to consider the Red Queen:-
Her name is Iracebeth of Crims. The Red Queen is also referred to as The Bloody Big Head and The Bloody Red Queen. She is also married to the knave of hearts,
In one way, a modicum of sympathy may be reserved for our 'transport ' minister. Surrounded by the DoIT, advised by ASA, ATSB and the CASA; what hope of control, or change, even if (big one) backed by experience and knowledge has the token minister got? Serious question. Provided a name may be scrawled on any piece of white or green paper, casually dropped into the 'in-box' – theoretically, there is no need for any semblance of understanding; or, even a loose grip on the stark realities. The distance and protection afforded by 'the system' – between 'the minister' and two aircraft colliding at Sydney or; a jet wrapped around a mountain top in Cairns; or an aircraft smacking into a close in building on take off, just don't enter into the reality of life in the bubble. But it does for the aircrew and the hapless passengers exposed to these potential 'high body count' situations. I doubt these risks hardly rate a mention in the 'Chairman's' lounge; but they do exist, in real life, in real time; ignored on a daily basis.
“The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.”
Aye well, enough said; that we are deep into a mathematical probability of a serious event; or, that part an industry is being slowly crushed and forced out of existence;or, that somehow more complex regulation and responsibility shedding will light the way to the future is a question to which time will respond. The question minister may be 'taken on notice'; however, sooner or later, there will be reckoning. Let us hope that fire and carnage are not the precursor to the demand for that reckoning.
That's it – Spring sunshine and a breeze, not to mention my boots being dropped (subtle like) under the bench all seem to point toward a stroll – best crack on before the mob get restless.
Selah...