De battle – of DeNial. – AP Forum version
Aye. The whips crack as teams of Oxen slowly drag the munitions up Capitol Hill; for both sides of the impending battle. But, don’t fuss or worry – the cargo is much more dangerous than simple shot and powder; ’tis paper – by the boatload. Do not look to see proud pennants flying, uniforms, polished cannon or even a flash of dash from a proud gun carriage crew. There is no bravado – no flourish, nor even a lad playing a penny whistle to mark the march. No children; what you see is the drab dunnage of lawyers and their clerks rumbling toward a mind numbing battle of words; the weapons of warfare ‘full stops’ and clever interpretation of the meaning of a word. Cannon fire replaced by bombast; daring replaced by cautious phrases; courage, poorly represented by dissemble; and, the crowning jelly, atop the confection, the man most needing the defence to be mounted. So much for the defence; based on denial…..
“And that is how we are. By strength of will we cut off our inner intuitive knowledge from admitted consciousness. This causes a state of dread, or apprehension, which makes the blow ten times worse when it does fall.” ― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
The opposition – well, to be honest, they have not, as yet quite got their troops marshalled; let alone a battle plan. Their generals are still exploring the weaknesses in the defence; testing weapons (battery powered shredders) and trying to assemble a coherent line of attack. Problem they have is most of their ammunition is trapped behind enemy lines; they need to find a way of having that released from the self imposed, underground storage the owners have been forced to construct in order to survive their bondage and suffrage, slave to their masters voice, pitifully dependent for the small succour they gain from silent acceptance.
“It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self-knowledge.” ― Joseph Conrad, Lord Jim
The basic ‘kick-off’ point, for most revolutions is not clearly defined – the French effort for instance can assign ‘blame’ to many start points – but, at the end of the day, no matter the intellectual theorising; it can be put down to two clear points; people were pissed off and heads had to roll, to satisfy that anger. An extreme case, I grant, however, the basics and essentials do apply to the Australian aviation industry as it slowly, but surely realises that it is actually bloody cranky. A slow build up of suppressed anger is a dangerous thing; thankfully, the aviation industry is populated by sensible, mostly busy folk who have little time to ‘act’ on or pursue their grievances. Then; there’s Buckley; who thanks to his enforced poverty, has both the time and courage to mount a serious challenge. Then, there’s AOPA; part of an important, worldwide brotherhood who dare to challenge CASA – publicly, slowly but certainly fitting together an ugly picture of just how far beyond ‘Reason’ CASA have ventured. Then, there’s Angel Flight – a small charity operation achieving much in an uneven battleground; fearlessly punching well above their weight and scoring.
NB: Reference from approximately 27:00 – (ref: Via AOPA Oz: Thursday 27 August 2020 )
There are others; there are stories which would make a stone idol weep – all waiting to to be told. Then there’s the doughty McDonald to weigh into the odds. A good Bookie must have an understanding of not only the field to run, but the track and the conditions. Many Senate entries have floundered, some got very close to a place; but in three decades – no one has crossed the line ahead of the opposition.
“If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.”― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
There; the tumbrils await – impassive – their job is to simply lug the guts to the lime pits reserved for the fallen. So, where will you stand? On the footpath watching the show and sneaking back later to pick the pockets of the dead; or, will you grasp this small opportunity to say your piece, make it matter and get your hands dirty in a united attempt to be shot, once and for all, of the lunacy which we know as safety through one way regulation, applied as, when and how it suits? Now folks; if not now- then never again.
“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
Well! I seem to have rambled on over a page; no apology – when the brave folk who agree to speak out on the AOPA ‘broadcasts’ – knowing that they step into a dark place, without parliamentary protection or even common law surety – the very least ‘we’ can do is back ’em, support ’em and – importantly – confirm, in Spades – that they speak nothing but the absolute truth. But enough – probably too much – But FDS get with the program, ‘for the greater good’ and while we still have a few aerodromes to work out of.
That is definitely it. The keg is playing it’s siren song; P7 has cigars and it is a beautiful spring evening; glorious. We shall sit outdoors, with the dogs for quiet company: not ever to mention (again) the unspeakable ‘Rose Pink’ playroom furniture which we loaded and waved farewell to earlier this evening. It was not a fond farewell – 40 odd board feet of glorious 300 y.o. Celery Top pine – now Pink, and headed into the tender mercies of the playroom hooligans. P7 reckons we’ll get it back to clean it off in a few years – restore it; give it a coat of Shellac and hopefully a brighter future; it will after all last easily another 200 years. Makes you think though – don’t it? Adhhab mae allah – and wash your paws.
Sounds like the dog has gone from barking, snarling and bared teeth to brawling and biting as well.Certainly well away from his kennel and as we all know the leash was let go thirty two years ago.Satirist and playwright Noel Coward wrote a song “Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.”
Delete ‘and Englishmen’ and there you have it.
The quality of the government of civil aviation in Australia is being exposed, we can hope that the spectacle is sufficiently noteworthy and newsworthy to penetrate the barriers of ignorance that have insulated our legislators. Not so hopeful, perhaps the truth of a bureaucratically devastated General Aviation industry, thousands of jobs lost, is too difficult and shameful, split the responsibility by the number of Commonwealth Members of Parliament and it becomes manageable to move on to more pressing interests. If only that dog would lie down and sleep.
Well spoken K, you put into words the frustration and simmering angers of so many, and more than that, virtually the whole of the General Aviation community and beyond. The misery extends into every area that concerns the flying of aircraft, be it the extraordinary and irresponsible allowance of airport sell offs, unworkable apprenticeship conditions for maintenance engineers, huge fees for all sorts of previously unheard of permissions, killing off some thousand or more flying schools and charter operators, airspace control with swinging fees for a service that is inefficient and a safety investigator that has lost the confidence of the aviation community.
Innumerable, time wasting and expensive government inquiries have done nothing unless one considers wasting time and money is a productive outcome. Even now the Senate has yet another inquiry on the make, all the while the comprehensive ASRR of 2014 moulders in the dustbin of discarded hopes.
The few submissions to this latest inquiry have all been made before, dust of your copies and send them again to the Senate. Were there a postage expense, as in years past, you probably wouldn’t bother. After all they are all sitting there in Can’tberra anyway.