Sandy; mate, comrade in arms, respected fellow aviator, esteemed counsel; brother and friend for life – be a good chap and sod off with the ‘polite’ requirement.
Only out of deference to and respect for Aunty Pru, do we use the ‘duck’ word as emphasis – however; there is no embargo on plain speaking. In a pub or even a cockpit, there would be no hesitation is using ‘robust’ direct Anglo Saxon to express or emphasise a point of view; so why not here, when warranted? You would not let anyone insult or demean your family name; kick your dog, slag your abilities or insult your intelligence; not without an impolite fight.
I, for one, am tired of the happy horse shit dealt out to the aviation community, the insults to intelligence, the lip service, the weasel words, all the clap trap these arseholes pronounce and expect ‘us’ to believe. Well, duck that for a game of soldiers. I ain’t no Christian, slap me and expect me to turn the other cheek? – in your dreams. Want a piece of me, you need to be damn hungry. Stating and supporting that 150 tons of aircraft ‘in light contact’ is a non event is fighting talk; rude, disrespectful, insulting and degrading – I call that impolite; actually it is damnably rude; unforgivably, completely and utterly. Yet I am the one who must ‘do the polite’? No my friend, not me, but I have seen the elephant and dragged burning folk from the result of a light contact – ‘nuff said.
It is better, I agree, overall, to be ‘polite’ when you may, to people you can respect, those who have earned your consideration. It is even, on occasion a good thing to be polite to those who have not; but when some wanker cannot be called a tosser; because it ain’t polite, well there, alas, we must differ. Can’t be rude to the minister or one of his minions – bollocks. They are bloody rude to us: insult us in every possible way, every day; yet I am the one who must ‘do the polite’? Nah mate, not me, not in a million - life is far too short; and anyway, bowing and scraping make my aged knees ache.
Big smile – Huge.
Only out of deference to and respect for Aunty Pru, do we use the ‘duck’ word as emphasis – however; there is no embargo on plain speaking. In a pub or even a cockpit, there would be no hesitation is using ‘robust’ direct Anglo Saxon to express or emphasise a point of view; so why not here, when warranted? You would not let anyone insult or demean your family name; kick your dog, slag your abilities or insult your intelligence; not without an impolite fight.
I, for one, am tired of the happy horse shit dealt out to the aviation community, the insults to intelligence, the lip service, the weasel words, all the clap trap these arseholes pronounce and expect ‘us’ to believe. Well, duck that for a game of soldiers. I ain’t no Christian, slap me and expect me to turn the other cheek? – in your dreams. Want a piece of me, you need to be damn hungry. Stating and supporting that 150 tons of aircraft ‘in light contact’ is a non event is fighting talk; rude, disrespectful, insulting and degrading – I call that impolite; actually it is damnably rude; unforgivably, completely and utterly. Yet I am the one who must ‘do the polite’? No my friend, not me, but I have seen the elephant and dragged burning folk from the result of a light contact – ‘nuff said.
It is better, I agree, overall, to be ‘polite’ when you may, to people you can respect, those who have earned your consideration. It is even, on occasion a good thing to be polite to those who have not; but when some wanker cannot be called a tosser; because it ain’t polite, well there, alas, we must differ. Can’t be rude to the minister or one of his minions – bollocks. They are bloody rude to us: insult us in every possible way, every day; yet I am the one who must ‘do the polite’? Nah mate, not me, not in a million - life is far too short; and anyway, bowing and scraping make my aged knees ache.
Big smile – Huge.