A Wednesday twiddle;
At its peak, the MH 370 tragedy generated an enormous amount interest; comments, theories, discussion etc. There is scarcely a mention of it all now; time has eroded the interest, life goes on and the small disaster is consigned to history. Such is the way of the world we live in; millions of dollars and countless man hours gone and almost forgotten; that’s how it is; that’s what we accommodate in our minds, learn to live with while we refocus on putting bread and hopefully butter on the table.
History shows how very true this is; look back at the wars, the holocausts, the blood baths, pogroms and genocides; all horrendous, all but forgotten. Time strikes again – allow enough time to slip by and all is mostly forgotten, if not always forgiven.
What has this to do with Australian aviation? This ramble is provoked by time being cynically and deliberately used to ensure that the desperately needed, industry demanded ‘reform’ of both regulator and regulations is kept in a holding pattern. The minister and his minions have resurrected the ‘gab-fest’ – consultation with – selected parties. This scam has been repeated throughout the last three decades; same pattern, almost the same script and actors on stage. Roles in plays - such as Hamlet – have been played by many different faces; but the character does not change. Hamlet is still Hamlet, whether played by Olivier or the town drunk. The essential nature of the play does not; nay, cannot change, no matter how ‘new’ or ‘avante garde’ the production or venue. It is still the same old story.
“Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man
and boy, thirty years.”
This ASAP charade Darren 6D is fostering and promoting is simply a repeat of the old story, with a new cast. It will soak up time, money, anger and effort – again; the result the same as every other production mounted.
The thing that I struggle with is the industry will toddle along, pay their ticket, watch, listen and applaud at the right places, have drinks at intermission, stay until the end, then leave and go home no better off, materially, than when they arrived at the theatre. Time will pass by and memory will do it’s thing: all forgotten save for the vague memory of a night out. Unless that was the night their house was burgled; that they will remember.
Aye, ‘tis a second coffee twiddle sure enough; but, I say – if the Senate RRAT committee and David Fawcett simply sit in their corporate box, high above the crowd in the stalls and watch this production, then there is little hope of real change. Time and the minister will do their work and in two or three years, no one will remember the price paid for simply being in the audience, applauding the performance.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
Toot - I know, I know – back to my knitting, right; -toot.
At its peak, the MH 370 tragedy generated an enormous amount interest; comments, theories, discussion etc. There is scarcely a mention of it all now; time has eroded the interest, life goes on and the small disaster is consigned to history. Such is the way of the world we live in; millions of dollars and countless man hours gone and almost forgotten; that’s how it is; that’s what we accommodate in our minds, learn to live with while we refocus on putting bread and hopefully butter on the table.
History shows how very true this is; look back at the wars, the holocausts, the blood baths, pogroms and genocides; all horrendous, all but forgotten. Time strikes again – allow enough time to slip by and all is mostly forgotten, if not always forgiven.
What has this to do with Australian aviation? This ramble is provoked by time being cynically and deliberately used to ensure that the desperately needed, industry demanded ‘reform’ of both regulator and regulations is kept in a holding pattern. The minister and his minions have resurrected the ‘gab-fest’ – consultation with – selected parties. This scam has been repeated throughout the last three decades; same pattern, almost the same script and actors on stage. Roles in plays - such as Hamlet – have been played by many different faces; but the character does not change. Hamlet is still Hamlet, whether played by Olivier or the town drunk. The essential nature of the play does not; nay, cannot change, no matter how ‘new’ or ‘avante garde’ the production or venue. It is still the same old story.
“Why, here in Denmark: I have been sexton here, man
and boy, thirty years.”
This ASAP charade Darren 6D is fostering and promoting is simply a repeat of the old story, with a new cast. It will soak up time, money, anger and effort – again; the result the same as every other production mounted.
The thing that I struggle with is the industry will toddle along, pay their ticket, watch, listen and applaud at the right places, have drinks at intermission, stay until the end, then leave and go home no better off, materially, than when they arrived at the theatre. Time will pass by and memory will do it’s thing: all forgotten save for the vague memory of a night out. Unless that was the night their house was burgled; that they will remember.
Aye, ‘tis a second coffee twiddle sure enough; but, I say – if the Senate RRAT committee and David Fawcett simply sit in their corporate box, high above the crowd in the stalls and watch this production, then there is little hope of real change. Time and the minister will do their work and in two or three years, no one will remember the price paid for simply being in the audience, applauding the performance.
That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
Cain's jaw-bone, that did the first murder! It
might be the pate of a politician, which this ass
now o'er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
Toot - I know, I know – back to my knitting, right; -toot.