View Full Version : Pack of NAS whingers

20th Nov 2003, 06:25
Dont get me wrong, I dont like a lot of the ideas that the Canberra boys have..... They wont affect my operation too much though.

The main question I have is..........What the FARK are we going to do about it ?? (Besides just whinge about it).

And a Today-Tonight expose (possibly with hidden camera footage) on "the time bomb ticking in skies" does not count

Which professional bodies have put reasoned submissions to the right people ??

What can the rest of us average punters do ??

Tell these clowns where they can stick NAS - AND WHY !


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The longer I spend in this industry, thew more and more whingers I meet.

Critisism or complaining without a offering a solution is whinging.

We should be ashamed of ourselves.

bush pelican
20th Nov 2003, 14:15

Sure there is always the unconstructive ' whingers.' But you can't discuss the subject without analysing the proposal and commenting on it. Trouble is, in Oz that takes place after the plan is finalised!

Many bodies have been making submissions and suggestions and it is hoped that there will be some changes even at this late stage.

My guess is that we may get boundaries and frequencies back and who knows what else.

You can't really go out and shoot all the Smiths followed by yourself! What can you suggest?

Remember Mahatma Gandhi and the mighty British Empire. Also Corio Aquinas and the Philippines Army?

Hows this for a plan if they dig in.

Keep the old charts as well as the new ones and use both for a while. ( Easier than transposing the boundaries and frequencies on to the new charts.)
Use the same radio procedures that you do now. I think that would very quickly motivate a rethink!

The issues for all are, with the knowledge I have or should have, am I acting reasonably, and discharging my Duty of Care to my passengers and crew, AND the passengers and crew of the other aircraft by my actions. This is a very serious matter. Funny, we could be in breach of the regs by going flying! ( Strict Liability as well ) .Not that it would worry you, but just saying I was doing what they told me won't impress the lawyers or the judge.

Maybe we should just lighten up.

Maybe it's just a matter of perspective.

Looking for some good suggestions.



Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth.

Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.

The following was actually turned in.

The Story.
( Rebecca first )

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of chamomile tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favourite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who who once said in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

( Gary )
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. " A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. " Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far...." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through the ships cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

( Reb )
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalising the one women who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped it's pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. " Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things round her. " Why must one lose one's innocence to become a women?" she pondered wistfully.

( Gary )
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of it's Lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the Congress had left Earth a defenceless target for hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Erath. carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The Lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top secret Mobile Submarine Headquarters on the ocean floor off Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporised poor Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. " We can't let them get away with this. I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

( Reb )
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

( Gary )
Yeah? Well, you're a self-cantered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. " Oh shall I have some chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of ****ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

( Reb )

( Gary )

( Reb )

( Gary )

( Reb )
Get ****ed.

( Gary )
Eat shit.

( Reb )

( Gary )
Go drink some tea - whore.

A+ - I really liked this one