Nick Xenophon
via Fonz121:
Speaking of SA senators, the rest of the country would be grateful if South Australians got rid of that moron Corey Bernardi at the same time.
Speaking of SA senators, the rest of the country would be grateful if South Australians got rid of that moron Corey Bernardi at the same time.
Fonz121, how about we just leave the thread to N.X. related maters..
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Perhaps Nick can share this with se friends??
A chill wind blew down from the Brindabellum Mountains and over Capittaline Hill as footsteps echoed across the Forum in the pale light of the long-awaited dawn. Wrapping her cloak tightly around her, Julia Caesar shivered. How had it all gone so horribly wrong?
She gazed up at the statue of her illustrious predecessor, Bennelongus Imperium. Relaxum and Comfortabilis was his motto. How ordinary these words now looked, etched in stone and covered in bird poop. Yet, she now realised, they possibly represented the greatest triumph any leader could achieve?
Passing the vomitorium, she could hear squeals of delight and faint laughter intermingled with sounds of dry-retching and puking. No doubt, she thought to herself, Slipperius was down there in his black toga regurgitating his cab charges.
Where on earth, she wondered, did he go on all those long journeys? And what debauchery went on in the back of those chariots that had so depleted the imperial coffers?
Swiftly walking past the Unionatis Hospitalis, she shuddered at the thought of her favoured son, the handsome Dobellius, taking tithes off the lowly slaves who toiled to clean soiled bed-sheets while he cavorted in the Via Bordello.
She turned abruptly, certain she could hear someone following her. Treachery and subterfuge swirled around her, clothed in darkness. Her enemies were everywhere, plotting, waiting for the right moment to strike. But she knew she could defeat them all, she was certain of that. " They may have knives", she thought to herself, "but they are as nothing compared to my formidable political skills, my acute sense of timing, my renowned judgment, my phenomenal ability to communicate with the masses and my mesmerising vocal skills." Her enemies didn't stand a chance!
But still, that nagging feeling kept creeping back: where on earth was Kevino Septimus?
One by one she mentally ticked off her foes. There was Minimus Shortus, the diminutive former slavemaster who had recently taken to mocking her in the Forum. "Whatever the Empress says, I support" he had proclaimed to roars of laughter from the crowds, "even though I have no idea what it is she said."
More cunning was Praaetor Smith, with his cash-starved armies outside the city walls in the Fields of Duntroon. For 18 months he had patiently waited for the moment to strike, like an adder in the grass.
And what of Senator Carcero, the great orator with the booming voice, who as tribune of Nova South Walesium had razed it to the ground with his Punic land tax while entertaining the proletariat with extravagant Games in his specially built colosseum?
How smart had it been to let him back into the Senate? Had his ambitions been sated? Still on travels to distant lands, imposing Roman law on the Fijians, she was relieved she had sent him far away.
She turned to look at the foundation stones of the Basilica Julia, where her statue was being built, a magnificent testimony to her legacy, emblazed with her own epithet: Nos sunt nobis: we are us. It would be the largest statue in Rome. After all, wasn't her most towering achievement, the introduction of the Carbonara Tax, a 23 dinar levy on all pasta production, a triumphant political victory that future generations would honour her for?
Most dangerous of all, she knew, were those closest to her. Such as Quastor Waynium Swannus, the man she trusted more than any other with the regulation of marketplaces. His day of glory was fast approaching, when he would trick the plebeians by showering them with surplus bread and treasure. She felt an icy chill run down her spine. Somehow, she couldn't help thinking, whenever a leader was overthrown it was he who was always left standing.
Or Gregorius Combatus? A soldier of fortune who'd made his name all those years ago, fighting injustice among the patrician galley-owners. He was now chief priest of the goddess Gaia, a powerful position from whence he could scrutinise the entrails. What had they really told him about her future? Even old Creaanus, could she really trust him?
She stopped to listen, certain someone was close by. She froze as she heard the serpentine hiss of steel being drawn from leather. "Julia!" a voice whispered behind her. She spun around and couldn't believe her eye. "You?" she said. "What on earth are you...? But already it was too late.
Obituarium..........
Moses said to the children of Israel ...
"Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land."
Whitlam said to the people of Australia,
Put down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a Camel, this is the Promised Land."
Today, Gillard has,
Stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, put camels in plain packaging, and mortgaged the Promised Land!
(Rowan Dean, who wrote this brilliant piece, is an Australian Financial Review columnist.)
She gazed up at the statue of her illustrious predecessor, Bennelongus Imperium. Relaxum and Comfortabilis was his motto. How ordinary these words now looked, etched in stone and covered in bird poop. Yet, she now realised, they possibly represented the greatest triumph any leader could achieve?
Passing the vomitorium, she could hear squeals of delight and faint laughter intermingled with sounds of dry-retching and puking. No doubt, she thought to herself, Slipperius was down there in his black toga regurgitating his cab charges.
Where on earth, she wondered, did he go on all those long journeys? And what debauchery went on in the back of those chariots that had so depleted the imperial coffers?
Swiftly walking past the Unionatis Hospitalis, she shuddered at the thought of her favoured son, the handsome Dobellius, taking tithes off the lowly slaves who toiled to clean soiled bed-sheets while he cavorted in the Via Bordello.
She turned abruptly, certain she could hear someone following her. Treachery and subterfuge swirled around her, clothed in darkness. Her enemies were everywhere, plotting, waiting for the right moment to strike. But she knew she could defeat them all, she was certain of that. " They may have knives", she thought to herself, "but they are as nothing compared to my formidable political skills, my acute sense of timing, my renowned judgment, my phenomenal ability to communicate with the masses and my mesmerising vocal skills." Her enemies didn't stand a chance!
But still, that nagging feeling kept creeping back: where on earth was Kevino Septimus?
One by one she mentally ticked off her foes. There was Minimus Shortus, the diminutive former slavemaster who had recently taken to mocking her in the Forum. "Whatever the Empress says, I support" he had proclaimed to roars of laughter from the crowds, "even though I have no idea what it is she said."
More cunning was Praaetor Smith, with his cash-starved armies outside the city walls in the Fields of Duntroon. For 18 months he had patiently waited for the moment to strike, like an adder in the grass.
And what of Senator Carcero, the great orator with the booming voice, who as tribune of Nova South Walesium had razed it to the ground with his Punic land tax while entertaining the proletariat with extravagant Games in his specially built colosseum?
How smart had it been to let him back into the Senate? Had his ambitions been sated? Still on travels to distant lands, imposing Roman law on the Fijians, she was relieved she had sent him far away.
She turned to look at the foundation stones of the Basilica Julia, where her statue was being built, a magnificent testimony to her legacy, emblazed with her own epithet: Nos sunt nobis: we are us. It would be the largest statue in Rome. After all, wasn't her most towering achievement, the introduction of the Carbonara Tax, a 23 dinar levy on all pasta production, a triumphant political victory that future generations would honour her for?
Most dangerous of all, she knew, were those closest to her. Such as Quastor Waynium Swannus, the man she trusted more than any other with the regulation of marketplaces. His day of glory was fast approaching, when he would trick the plebeians by showering them with surplus bread and treasure. She felt an icy chill run down her spine. Somehow, she couldn't help thinking, whenever a leader was overthrown it was he who was always left standing.
Or Gregorius Combatus? A soldier of fortune who'd made his name all those years ago, fighting injustice among the patrician galley-owners. He was now chief priest of the goddess Gaia, a powerful position from whence he could scrutinise the entrails. What had they really told him about her future? Even old Creaanus, could she really trust him?
She stopped to listen, certain someone was close by. She froze as she heard the serpentine hiss of steel being drawn from leather. "Julia!" a voice whispered behind her. She spun around and couldn't believe her eye. "You?" she said. "What on earth are you...? But already it was too late.
Obituarium..........
Moses said to the children of Israel ...
"Pick up your shovels, mount your asses and camels, and I will lead you to the Promised Land."
Whitlam said to the people of Australia,
Put down your shovels, sit on your asses, and light up a Camel, this is the Promised Land."
Today, Gillard has,
Stolen your shovel, taxed your asses, put camels in plain packaging, and mortgaged the Promised Land!
(Rowan Dean, who wrote this brilliant piece, is an Australian Financial Review columnist.)
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Well done, indeed.
To Sen Xenophon; A big, heartfelt thankyou from me, just for the Pel Air report alone, not to mention the tireless efforts made and a remarkable ability to keep a politically disparate committee functioning through a complex inquiry, in today's atmosphere. Terrific, Brava and bloody well done!!.
D. Fawcett made an excellent, preparatory – speech - yesterday evening calling for debate on the Senate report, which was approved. These guys and girls are a big blast of fresh air, particularly in the foetid, tawdry atmosphere of today's poor efforts; at least Albo managed to get to school on time and avoid annoying little questions on elephants in the room.
Kudos, respect, gratitude and best of all, unlimited access to the BRB Tim Tam box.
C. Jack, what can I say?; except nice catch, nice.....Good on the erudite Mr. Dean and the AFR....
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D. Fawcett made an excellent, preparatory – speech - yesterday evening calling for debate on the Senate report, which was approved. These guys and girls are a big blast of fresh air, particularly in the foetid, tawdry atmosphere of today's poor efforts; at least Albo managed to get to school on time and avoid annoying little questions on elephants in the room.
Kudos, respect, gratitude and best of all, unlimited access to the BRB Tim Tam box.
C. Jack, what can I say?; except nice catch, nice.....Good on the erudite Mr. Dean and the AFR....
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we need Nick back in the Senate
All of you pilots in SA need to help Nick as much as you can in the upcoming elections - nobody has done as much for aviation over the last 5-6 years as Nick has. We need David Fawcett as well, but he can be muzzled by his own party, so let's make sure Nick gets back in. 
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nobody has done as much for aviation over the last 5-6 years as Nick has
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FawX team goes to work.
CASA the saviour of our airspace.....
ASA cannot manage our airspace....
Pots, kettles and the colour black spring to mind; as do foxes in chook sheds and shed loads of wasted money. The shades mendacity, hypocrisy, and a sudden urge to vomit (copiously) prevent further comment.
NX is proving to be good man, slowly tightening the noose on a dangerous, ugly beast. Good on him seems barely adequate, but well done anyway. Brava....
TIMA9X thanks for the clip, nice catch...
ASA cannot manage our airspace....
Pots, kettles and the colour black spring to mind; as do foxes in chook sheds and shed loads of wasted money. The shades mendacity, hypocrisy, and a sudden urge to vomit (copiously) prevent further comment.
NX is proving to be good man, slowly tightening the noose on a dangerous, ugly beast. Good on him seems barely adequate, but well done anyway. Brava....
TIMA9X thanks for the clip, nice catch...
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Excellent work Tim, bravo.
Senator Xenophon is displaying a quality that CAsA, ASA, ATSBeaker and most other politicians don't have - he cares about aviation safety!
Nothing really complicated in that, nothing new to those of us who work in the industry, and the concept of caring is something not to difficult really. Yep, he is simply concerned about the unsafe abhorrent conditions that exist within our aviation industry, and the root cause of these issues - the inept dross in charge of the entire train set!
Good work Nick, don't stop now. I know this may sound crass but I am posting you a tub of testicle salve because one can assume that yours are becoming chafed from continuously placing them out there on the front line 
Keep up the fine fight. You are developing a robust team of players including Entsch, Fawcett, the delectable Nash and others who are moderately influential within the media and the aviation industry.
Senator Xenophon is displaying a quality that CAsA, ASA, ATSBeaker and most other politicians don't have - he cares about aviation safety!
Nothing really complicated in that, nothing new to those of us who work in the industry, and the concept of caring is something not to difficult really. Yep, he is simply concerned about the unsafe abhorrent conditions that exist within our aviation industry, and the root cause of these issues - the inept dross in charge of the entire train set!
Good work Nick, don't stop now
. I know this may sound crass but I am posting you a tub of testicle salve because one can assume that yours are becoming chafed from continuously placing them out there on the front line Keep up the fine fight. You are developing a robust team of players including Entsch, Fawcett, the delectable Nash and others who are moderately influential within the media and the aviation industry.
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Civil Air Submission to the Green/White paper 27 June 2008.
Just saying!
The lack of adequate staff is a business continuity risk that is starting to have an impact on Airservices Australia’s operations, resulting in controlled airspace service degradation or closures in both the major centres and regional approach and tower services. We have seen an over reliance on overtime and multiple airspace closures in recent months, all directly related to the lack of available qualified staff.
The provision of adequate staff (in both number and qualification), is a management responsibility. Breaks in service caused by low staff levels are also a management responsibility and not the fault of already overworked controllers who do not attend work on a day they are rostered off duty to prop up an under resourced and failing system.
The provision of adequate staff (in both number and qualification), is a management responsibility. Breaks in service caused by low staff levels are also a management responsibility and not the fault of already overworked controllers who do not attend work on a day they are rostered off duty to prop up an under resourced and failing system.
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I don't get to see a lot from Nick X over on the East Coast, but when I hear him say something, it's refreshing. Finally - a politician that doesn't dribble BS!
I wish I could vote him in as PM, maybe Labor should adopt him as leader to secure a win at the next election.
All you citizens in South Australia need to keep voting Nick X in. But Nick, if you read these posts, if the Southern Aussies aren't giving you their votes, move over to sunny QLD mate - we'll give you ours!
I wish I could vote him in as PM, maybe Labor should adopt him as leader to secure a win at the next election.
All you citizens in South Australia need to keep voting Nick X in. But Nick, if you read these posts, if the Southern Aussies aren't giving you their votes, move over to sunny QLD mate - we'll give you ours!
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I think you meant to say, 744, that if you put your faith in a politician you are as big a fool as him! 
But, I've gotta say, I agree with you!
I have a lot of time and respect for Keg, spanning the last ten years or so on PPrune, but he loses me once he starts getting into politics!
You don't need to do this, Keg, you're better and smarter than that!...
But, I've gotta say, I agree with you!
I have a lot of time and respect for Keg, spanning the last ten years or so on PPrune, but he loses me once he starts getting into politics!
You don't need to do this, Keg, you're better and smarter than that!...
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I've dealt with a bunch of pollies over the years and Senator X is one of the few guys who doesn't try and snowball you when you talk to him face to face. He's not arrogant.
He genuinely believes in the future of this country rather than his own future power base. Any pollie that eschews the Chairman's lounge and chooses to fly economy between SYD and ADL when no other pollie would think about anything less than the lounge and J class is a decent bloke in my book and worthy of my support.
He genuinely believes in the future of this country rather than his own future power base. Any pollie that eschews the Chairman's lounge and chooses to fly economy between SYD and ADL when no other pollie would think about anything less than the lounge and J class is a decent bloke in my book and worthy of my support.
Keg I agree totally!All aviation folk should be throwing their total support behind this man - the man who keeps raising those awkward questions of those who believe they are untouchable!
Many thanks Nick and please keep on keeping on!
