NAS is airspace reform for rich people
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NAS is airspace reform for rich people
Was chatting with a flying school owner today (learning to fly soon
) and the subject of me being an ATC came up. I admitted the fact somewhat apprehensively as I had come to understand, by torrents of abuse from AOPA drones and RHS and his clones that we were completely hated and despised out there.
If fact the owner didn't seem terribly interested, prepared to take my money anyhow. I tentatively asked her opinion on the NAS debate and was surprised again to be told NAS was only going to deliver benefits to really rich people, all it had delivered to flying schools was increased costs and cr@p publicity.
Is this a widely held view?
) and the subject of me being an ATC came up. I admitted the fact somewhat apprehensively as I had come to understand, by torrents of abuse from AOPA drones and RHS and his clones that we were completely hated and despised out there.If fact the owner didn't seem terribly interested, prepared to take my money anyhow. I tentatively asked her opinion on the NAS debate and was surprised again to be told NAS was only going to deliver benefits to really rich people, all it had delivered to flying schools was increased costs and cr@p publicity.
Is this a widely held view?
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I've already let my BFR pass. I will wait till the dust settles before I resume flying. Mind you I may still do some circuits to keep my hand in, just have to get signed out and pay for an instructor.
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Karrank
Pilots are not sick of the NAS per sae but of the continual parade of failed changes, roll backs, arguments, political stunts, accusations, lies, backstabbing, ****, hassles and no one knowing whether the’re coming or going. They see an industry destroying it’s self and in decline. It’s a case of long term aviation change fatigue, a complete disgrace and hugh lack of direction and leadership. Aviation is just as good in it's self as it always was. Look at the growth in the 'fun' end. The following allegory is about where we are.
FROM A UNIVERSITY ENGLISH CLASS
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-centered 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 )
Asshole.
( Gary )
Bitch.
( Reb )
DICK!
( Gary )
Slut.
( Reb )
Get ****ed.
( Gary )
Eat ****.
( Reb )
**** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
( Gary )
Go drink some tea - whore.
( TEACHER )
A+ - I really liked this one
Pilots are not sick of the NAS per sae but of the continual parade of failed changes, roll backs, arguments, political stunts, accusations, lies, backstabbing, ****, hassles and no one knowing whether the’re coming or going. They see an industry destroying it’s self and in decline. It’s a case of long term aviation change fatigue, a complete disgrace and hugh lack of direction and leadership. Aviation is just as good in it's self as it always was. Look at the growth in the 'fun' end. The following allegory is about where we are.
FROM A UNIVERSITY ENGLISH CLASS
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-centered 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 )
Asshole.
( Gary )
Bitch.
( Reb )
DICK!
( Gary )
Slut.
( Reb )
Get ****ed.
( Gary )
Eat ****.
( Reb )
**** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
( Gary )
Go drink some tea - whore.
( TEACHER )
A+ - I really liked this one
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I think I'll have...no, I'll definitely have another claret!!!
BTW, Just what was this thread about again??
You only live twice. Once when
you're born. Once when
you've looked death in the face.
BTW, Just what was this thread about again??
You only live twice. Once when
you're born. Once when
you've looked death in the face.
