“If it’s on the market I’ll buy it—if it means another penny on the income-tax. It is conceivable that the fellow might hold it back to see what bids come from this side before he tries his luck on the other. There are only those three capable of playing so bold a game; there are Oberstein, La Rothiere, and Eduardo Lucas. I will see each of them.” – The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
‘Twas the latest LMH – HERE – which generated the wry smile; although mildly phrased and drafted, it finally acknowledges that some important elements have vanished and it is essential that they be returned if we are to avoid a catastrophe (tried to make it a ‘casaatrophie’ – alas). Hitch has identified several of the nails which firmly hold down the lid on the GA coffin. The disaster of Part 61, forecast many years ago to become a lead weight tied to the tail of progress; Parts 141/142 et al, forecast by the entire industry to be a counter productive nightmare. The process of progressing from a humble rating to a higher grade and the onerous responsibility imposed, alongside the evidence of what can happen to those bold enough to make the transition to a senior role a serious impediment. Hitch mentions CFI/HOFO are hard to find; well, they are not, not really, they’re just hanging out around the back of the hanger, heads down trying not to be noticed until the airline job turns up.
Even so: good on Hitch – his last paragraph is only about a decade late, relevant; but, just a little ‘wrong’. For many decades now, industry has been providing ‘the answers’ to the ‘authority’ – shed loads of paper, millions of words from the type of folk Hitch laments are now ‘hard to find’. Real expert advice – such as the Forsyth Report – has been work shopped to an ‘opinion’ and arrogantly dismissed or diluted to insignificance. The ANAO audit spun until dizzy and rejected; ICAO and FAA audit paid scant lip service. Now, it seems CASA want the industry to solve the problems that they, and they alone created. Hitch, mate – the solution is as simple as pie; it is within the execution of solution the big problem lays. Two elements required; a minister who will empower a reform DAS, one who knows how to do that which is needful and is unafraid to do it. Its a bit bloody rich suddenly expecting industry to drag CASA’s chestnuts out of the fire – if CASA can’t unbutton the straight jacket they created for industry, then its time they hired in some expertise and were shut of the dross. They bugger up the job and expect those embuggered to help ’em? Nah! no way, not again – I say let ’em stew in their own juices.
“That is the key to history. Terrific energy is expended – civilisations are built up – excellent institutions devised; but each time something goes wrong. Some fatal flaw always brings the selfish and the cruel people to the top and it all slides back into misery and ruin.”― C. S. Lewis
I ain’t holding my breath waiting for any sort of meaningful change; we now have La’ King in the ministerial saddle aided and abetted by Suspense; I’d bet my new socks that the very notion of real reform, sane legislation and a change of the guard at Teflon castle is a bridge too far, particularly when there are ‘other’ important ‘groups’ who’s needs must be attended to. That they produce no revenue, service or employment don’t signify, their needs must be assuaged first and virtue signalling rules OK.
“History is never dead. It crawls its way into our present and shapes our future.”― J.U. Scribe, Roman Identity
Aye well, steam off, rubber gloves on. Today my (well, not mine – but I wish) the refectory table is to be French polished. It is an art form, and not a regular event as it takes time, effort and tenacity. I counter my lack of skill with much caution and extra care, although the materials used lend themselves to limited correction. One can watch and study this process, but, its not until the shellac is mixed and the pad made and the first application strokes are made that the complexity of task is realised. Usually I do the first couple of passes with fingers crossed, which ain’t helpful. The big question is, can I keep the bloody kitten off the piece – her version of artistic don’t suit a polished table top. No matter, the repairs are good, the 150 y.o. fine timber smooth, true and glowing, coffee still warm and the sun is shining; that’s enough inspiration for any man.