"People and senators, be not affrighted;
Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid."
The P2 post above is a marathon read; when you get to the end of it, the whole thing becomes clear enough to transmogrify into three simple sentences.
Control of airport development, infrastructure, operational safety and airspace impingement has been lost to the developers.
There is SFA the government can do about that now. The MM department has had all the time in the world to make it so and make it stick, all legal and tidy.
We cannot blame the government for all of it; industry sat back and let it happen. The time for a concerted, united Duck off shout has been passed for a number of years now. The Archerfield effort was the last attempt to recover any semblance of control; the Essendon crash an inevitable result. Even if there were a mountain of money to mount a challenge and unlimited time to recover control; it’s a very dead horse being flogged. Until this industry learns to fight back, early; and, sticks together; and, develops some political clout and, gets off its collective rear end; and to speak with one voice, the death of a thousand cuts will eventually kill it. If it don’t bleed to death first.
"Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial."
Fly not; stand stiff: ambition's debt is paid."
The P2 post above is a marathon read; when you get to the end of it, the whole thing becomes clear enough to transmogrify into three simple sentences.
Control of airport development, infrastructure, operational safety and airspace impingement has been lost to the developers.
There is SFA the government can do about that now. The MM department has had all the time in the world to make it so and make it stick, all legal and tidy.
We cannot blame the government for all of it; industry sat back and let it happen. The time for a concerted, united Duck off shout has been passed for a number of years now. The Archerfield effort was the last attempt to recover any semblance of control; the Essendon crash an inevitable result. Even if there were a mountain of money to mount a challenge and unlimited time to recover control; it’s a very dead horse being flogged. Until this industry learns to fight back, early; and, sticks together; and, develops some political clout and, gets off its collective rear end; and to speak with one voice, the death of a thousand cuts will eventually kill it. If it don’t bleed to death first.
"Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial."