Lead Balloon; Respect.
- HERE – is post of true understanding, real knowledge, great advice offered freely, patience and pathos combined with experience and wisdom. Plus, you saved me the task of writing similar, if not so adroit an essential message. Bravo LB, the key to the Tim-Tam cupboard is yours.
Buckley is being led on a merry dance by a well practiced band leader. So busy chasing rabbits, he’ll be useless come muster, knackered. There is but one issue which requires immediate attention. Focus on that and that alone will save the day. Read the Polar case. Save energy, save time, stay focused; deliver the patient into expert hands, then go home and wait. Drink if it pleases you, pray if you believe – but wait you must. That, believe it or not is all that can be done, it takes energy and willpower to sit quietly, patiently and stoically while the experts do their job – assuming there is an expert available.
Tragedy - It is a thing we have all witnessed, or been a part of. In one form or another, it is almost impossible to live your life without being ‘touched’ in some way by it, ‘tis part and parcel of the gift. Buckley is one being so affected, by matters over which he no real control. There are several ways to explain what needs to, must be done; the simplest way is to use an example which is easily understood.
Just imagine, someone near and dear has a massive car crash; first aid, followed by ambulance, followed by hospital, followed by surgery. What the surgeon must do is brutal, cold blooded and ruthless, if that life is to be saved. The local plumber cannot perform this task, this is a specialist job. The surgeon does not, nor may not consider the emotional upheaval of the event, no past or even future is considered – just the one subject on the table; now. That and that alone is the only consideration. Outside of the theatre is of no concern, the worry, the stress, the anxiety, the heartaches, the cost, the hair tearing, chest beating and hysterics – all are irrelevant. Single point, cold blooded focus on the one task is all.
Buckley needs to be consigned to the waiting room now – there is but one matter in hand, this demands surgical precision. What is radical? What is peripheral? Does a heart surgeon need to be concerned with a wart on the patients arse, or that the patient had severe flatulence? No: one problem, one time critical shot at fixing it. How this is achieved is a matter of skill, focus, knowledge, practice and a dollop of luck.
Define the target, pull the trigger and let the bullet do it’s work; for once released, there is no control; your one chance of hitting the target was during the aiming. Careful aim requires a calm mind, a steady hand and patience. The longer the shot, the steadier the aim must be.
Despite good intentions, Buckley walks alone on a dark, winding, dangerous road of an uncertain length, facing down the chimera and abominations lurking in the bushes. There is only one place which can provide him the help he will need -- the law; and even that’s a gamble. The crux of the matter is will that that help arrive in time and be up to task? For the government will protect it’s own arse end first. Would you shoot a top class guard dog? No, you would not is the short answer; well not unless it attacked you. So, you keep it well fed, carefully tended and fully protected; even when it is a proven sheep killer. Bipartisan, mutually beneficial relationships help to keep both protected.
It all begs many questions – will this government step up and examine the serious, on going claims of deep seated industry problems with the regulator? Will this minister declare an open examination of complaint? Will the Senate, after the spanking it got after Forsyth have the guts to ‘bring it on’? Not since John Sharpe have we had a minister who could see that sooner or later, the ministerial guard dog would turn feral. I’d love to believe there was a modicum of honesty left in government; a genuine concern for the well being of this nation, but then I look about me; Hells Bells, we hardly own any of this once proud, independent nation, let alone control it.
May the force be with you.
- HERE – is post of true understanding, real knowledge, great advice offered freely, patience and pathos combined with experience and wisdom. Plus, you saved me the task of writing similar, if not so adroit an essential message. Bravo LB, the key to the Tim-Tam cupboard is yours.
Buckley is being led on a merry dance by a well practiced band leader. So busy chasing rabbits, he’ll be useless come muster, knackered. There is but one issue which requires immediate attention. Focus on that and that alone will save the day. Read the Polar case. Save energy, save time, stay focused; deliver the patient into expert hands, then go home and wait. Drink if it pleases you, pray if you believe – but wait you must. That, believe it or not is all that can be done, it takes energy and willpower to sit quietly, patiently and stoically while the experts do their job – assuming there is an expert available.
Tragedy - It is a thing we have all witnessed, or been a part of. In one form or another, it is almost impossible to live your life without being ‘touched’ in some way by it, ‘tis part and parcel of the gift. Buckley is one being so affected, by matters over which he no real control. There are several ways to explain what needs to, must be done; the simplest way is to use an example which is easily understood.
Just imagine, someone near and dear has a massive car crash; first aid, followed by ambulance, followed by hospital, followed by surgery. What the surgeon must do is brutal, cold blooded and ruthless, if that life is to be saved. The local plumber cannot perform this task, this is a specialist job. The surgeon does not, nor may not consider the emotional upheaval of the event, no past or even future is considered – just the one subject on the table; now. That and that alone is the only consideration. Outside of the theatre is of no concern, the worry, the stress, the anxiety, the heartaches, the cost, the hair tearing, chest beating and hysterics – all are irrelevant. Single point, cold blooded focus on the one task is all.
Buckley needs to be consigned to the waiting room now – there is but one matter in hand, this demands surgical precision. What is radical? What is peripheral? Does a heart surgeon need to be concerned with a wart on the patients arse, or that the patient had severe flatulence? No: one problem, one time critical shot at fixing it. How this is achieved is a matter of skill, focus, knowledge, practice and a dollop of luck.
Define the target, pull the trigger and let the bullet do it’s work; for once released, there is no control; your one chance of hitting the target was during the aiming. Careful aim requires a calm mind, a steady hand and patience. The longer the shot, the steadier the aim must be.
Despite good intentions, Buckley walks alone on a dark, winding, dangerous road of an uncertain length, facing down the chimera and abominations lurking in the bushes. There is only one place which can provide him the help he will need -- the law; and even that’s a gamble. The crux of the matter is will that that help arrive in time and be up to task? For the government will protect it’s own arse end first. Would you shoot a top class guard dog? No, you would not is the short answer; well not unless it attacked you. So, you keep it well fed, carefully tended and fully protected; even when it is a proven sheep killer. Bipartisan, mutually beneficial relationships help to keep both protected.
It all begs many questions – will this government step up and examine the serious, on going claims of deep seated industry problems with the regulator? Will this minister declare an open examination of complaint? Will the Senate, after the spanking it got after Forsyth have the guts to ‘bring it on’? Not since John Sharpe have we had a minister who could see that sooner or later, the ministerial guard dog would turn feral. I’d love to believe there was a modicum of honesty left in government; a genuine concern for the well being of this nation, but then I look about me; Hells Bells, we hardly own any of this once proud, independent nation, let alone control it.
May the force be with you.