[Kharon]

Duck it.

Being Evil has price…..

 
Warning - A ramble – feel free to ignore my out loud thinking; or, listen and read.
 
Have you ever noticed how ‘good music’ be it from Beethoven or Queen or even Heavy Young Angels stands out from the nearly, but not quite sets; it does. There is a certain texture and a clarity of sound which somehow, magically, separates it from the not quite so talented. Some paintings have it, some literature has it, even some aircraft have ‘it’. Some politicians definitely have ‘it’. Alas, many do not. It is with those unfortunate’s with whom we must concern ourselves, for a short while at least, this Sunday. Sorry and all that, but it must be done. Why? Howls the multitude. Why, is indeed a good question, to be sure.

 
In my own whimsical way I often wonder about the waft and weave of the fabric which makes our world today – it is crazy, ain’t it. How a once proud, vibrant, entrepreneurial, world changing, war winning, life shaping wonder thing like an aircraft became mundane, treated with the same indifference as a supermarket trolley, or a political party’s promises. Brought low by the same common usage; just another tool in a busy life. It is worse for the politicians of course; flight at least still holds some glamour and a sense of wonder; despite the best efforts of bureaucracy to strip that away and kill the very spirit of enterprise. But the poor old political party hack has not even the remnants of this glory. Yet they hold the very keys to the chains which bind enterprise, freedom and progress in their small, fat, greedy fingers. But, they are afraid; āfǣred of the ‘safety’ bogey-man. This fear has sweet Fanny Arbuckle to do with aircraft smashing into buildings, killing and maiming and burning the voters; no Sir. Their fear is rooted in a much shallower soil, they are scared almost (mostly) witless by those who claim that any blood spilled will be on the hands of those who dared to gainsay the very expensive ‘advisors’ employed by a department which will; carry all the responsibility – unless they can blame some hapless oaf who just happens to have crawled, crept and bull-shitted his way into a position  for which the law demands ministerial responsibility is taken. Aye well, ‘tis almost Sunday and I am allowed the odd ramble. Quality, that certain ‘it’ has been missing within our political leadership for so long now; I’ve almost forgotten the sound of it. Unless I’m driving the Styx ferry boat – then I hear a lot of the same old excuses, the weeping, the wailing and the 'why me'  boo-hooing etc. it's always about them, never about the unholy mess they leave behind. Sorry too much Fellahin – too little, too late: even so; you still pay the time honoured (no GST) fare to Perdition junction. Of course I let GD play with ‘em – as an introduction to the upcoming events. (Oh, I never watch – just steer the ferry).
 
So much for whimsy into ramble. It often happens when I’m sat alone, in the stable late at night, while trying to make sense of the past week’s events, or lack thereof. Never certain whether the quotes which come to mind are reflections of; or, reactions to events (or lack thereof). Take today’s AOPA indaba with Albo for an example of why it is easier to run a tote odds board than second guess the result. Here lays my challenge:-
 
Albo to the rescue – what odds on a serious challenge to Status Quo/
 
Albo all piss and wind – what odds on a backbone being grown?
 
Albo realizing that McConvict played him for a fool and an epiphany?
 
I could, I expect rattle on for a while longer, but you get the picture; the Wagga running of the Reform Plate is almost upon us. The big question is, does this industry really want to be rid of the hand outs from CASA, the un-constitutional Act, the criminal liability and flourish; or, stick with what they have been allowed by a department without accountability, conscience, duty care; or, any responsibility whatsoever? Ayup; ‘tis indeed time gentlemen to piss on the pot – or; get off it.
 
There – ramble over and me knocked off until Sunday comes around. (Whisper for AP viewers only) take a flutter on Albo Odds on favourite tonight– watch this space and the Reform Plate as the drama unfolds. Yes there will be some, of the high flown variety.

Best guitar riff in history - right here, right now playing really loud, at my place.

 
Toot toot.

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