Whilst thinking about my new twitter account-twitter@MalcolmEMason - and all the famous one liners and their purveyors, I decided I would in addition to more general comment, I should incorporate the thinktrue - World Championships- Pre Nom'ing with My Opinion.
Twitter numero 4 . My opinion- World Spin Champions - Netanyaho Gold ; Blair Silver ; Obama Bronz.
Mr B Netanaho, Mr A Blair and Mr B Obama, are all champions of spin because , no matter whether they win an argument or lose, they find a way - or so they think - not so gentlemen the World populus is not as nieave or simple as you believe. It does not work, so kindly tell the truth "The whole truth and nothing but the truth" plus " The whole story and not a composit one".
Twitter Numero 5. My Opinion; Worlds Most Vindictive Aggressor Champiopns; Sari- Lanka Gold; Israel Silver; Syria Bronz. Reasoning on my blog thinktrue2008.blogspot.com
Every time I hear about these three countries, ther military and governments, I remember that some where in my library at home, there are four volumes of China's ex President from way back, of his writings and the Little Red Book , I was given determindley at my Hong Kong Mandarin Hotel. I was subsequently chased down a street in Kowloon and hidden in a concrete mixer(revolving) whilst a bus was burning outside: All the Leyland Cairman wanted to know was Where were the orders for new buses?.
Ah yes, in one of these books ,was the Chairmans thought or order - When someone hits you, hit back so hard, he won't do it again.
These three countries may not be communistic, but they must have read the writings of the old Rascal. Well , in my opinion it does not work, .In the end because as we all know the World is finite;Countries are finite and so are its people ---- Olive branches, eye to eye contact and reconciliation is the path to follow - Goodness what wonderfull, prosperous, beautiful and peaceful these countries could be.
Thinktrue everybody and may your guides be with you.
See you December for a hopefully good end for 2012.
Malcolm E Mason.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Animals for Slaughter
This is , as gentle as I can make it, a story of Malcolm's life encounters with the subject of the slaughter of animals prompted of course by the recent events in Pakistan with regard's sheep and cattle shipped to Indonesia.
Many years agoe in the town of Lymington, Hampshire, England, there stood a heavy pole at the top of a short passageway to the waterway below. Apparantly on market day, which was on the high street, where cattle would be traded and perhaps a big old bull would be selected by a local butcher. The old fello would be gently led to the pole and two men would tie him up and say hold still there Ferdninand and place what looked like a blacksmiths , horseshoe hole piecing spike and the second man would swing a hammer- whack and the bull would effectively be dead followed by the butcher and blood would run down the passageway into the water below, all very humaine for the seventeen and eighteen hundreds, if not exactly hygeinic.
These days that passageway is very up market with boat brokers; Art gallery; Estate agents and soveignier shops, still cobbled paved and all very HoHo and a major Yachting harbour.
In the nineteen fithties I was to get my first experience of 'Up close and personal'. I must have been about ten, just before my Polio year. I lived in Lydney Gloucestershire and near the Cross and townhall was a butchers shop. At the rear they despatched sheep using a kind of spring loaded gun - snap it would go as we passed to school. They used to throw the skins, inside out over the wall inside out and I really hated that shop, so much so that my dad to shut me up went to see the butcher and they refrained from the skins over the wall - Up close and personal. It was of course humaine and the numbers were such that they had time to attend to detail.
You will; have gathered by now these stories are just stories in my life, based on facts as I remember them.
Around the time I was fifteen years old, I witnessed an old chap killing a dog by holding by the neck and hitting him with a steel bar , by the time I got over the fence, the dog was dead. I picked up a log and wacked the old man until he cried, this was the cruel way and cheap way, just like recent happenings in Pakistan where the quantities were enormous and the payment no doubt small. There was an outcry then as now and did I cop flack, the local police man told me never to take things into my own hands again, then winked and said ,I bet Mr X didn't feel too good , still next time call me.
We have hopefully reached the sixties. Ha yes dear Brigette my friend the farmers daughter - We would enjoy our area and all living things in it. It was near a Christmas, when she said with a big smile, DADDY asks if you would like to help with the Turkeys, next week, of course says in innocent bliss of real farm life and death. On the appointed evening ,I duly arrived and directed to the barn by Brigette, she was preparing super for all at ten o,clock. A lot of gobbling and noise greeted me as I entered the area of processing the birds,. DADDY said my job was to take the dead birds over to the feathering table and on to the drawing area. This definately not my scene and withdrew. The young lady saw me making for my car, came over, kissed me on my cheek and said BYE BYE Malcolm,. She married a player in a Guards military band I believe and like me no doubt have children and grandchildren- all happiness to her, after all she was a farmers daughter.
Around the midsixties I first became aware of slaughter on the grand scale. It was a black and white UK tv program on the Chicargo sales yards and meat processing industry where I sure the way in which animals were killed on mass de-production scale, horrible. There was this African American with a Pole Axe who as the cow came down a ramp, whacked on the head and immediately a hook was put through its leg and up it went, kicking to the dis-assembly area and on. What happened if the man missed one can only imagine. Of today I no not. I wonder if the Sydney facility operated like that, I do not know as right now the site of all that processing is under the Sydney Olympic Stadium.
I was on in the sixties through and postgraduate university to The British Motor Corporation. and whilst with then for a good part of my life I covered many areas of operation and it was as a corporation representative -trucks and fighting vehicle Internationaly, that a interesting job came up. By the way I am trying to make my stories as gentle as I can.
One fine day the boss said Mason, please go over to the main board room in the HQ building the subject is IRAN and Abatoirs- charming I thought. Well in the time of the Shah Iran it was decided they wanted to modernise their animal slaughter and processing through to transport of animals in and out of modern facilities.OK, heres the plan they had addressed by the lead project tenderer of a consortium.
As I recall the construction company was Tarmac; the chill facilities Halls of Dartford; BMC trucks -thats me and a manufacturer of abbatuior equipment. I wondered what a boss of company such this would be like, he did not seem to be here.
Then a quiet voice said Here I Am and there stood up an impecably dressed gentleman in a dark suite and silver tie. He then proceded to relate his trip to Tehran. Not a good situation was his first comment, total chaos, but of course we can all do a good job to rectify matters and he continued through his strategy to deal with the volumes they wanted to process at each facility, the number I cannot remember, although it was about one hundred trucks of various kinds. Our abattoir man had one very firm condition and that was, they would only participate if they also supplied Stun guns spring or air operated with settings depending on degree of hit required, as he put it , just stunned or brain dead and he thought the former would be accepted, if we were firm enough. BMC did not get the tender so I do not know how it all turned as not too much later the Shah was gone -- We all did our best.
Two shorts before I get to Australia. My Mum, through out the fifties and sixties pursued what were kinow as the Pig Stickers, men who went to domestic backyards and gardens where the family ad a pig sty. They would use a knife only and allow the blood to be caught in a bucket and carried off to make Black Pudding,a kind of sausage . Gertrude used to after them and demanded they stunned the animal first- she had quite precense when she felt like it, must to no avail. In the end she was successful in arranging licienced butchers with their stun guns and gradually the practice died out. Go0od work Mother.
One of my jobs was to find and send wayward reps home, usually to0 do with climate or ladies of the night. However, one time in the sixties a colleage company man fell off an Hotel balcony in Tunis and died of his injuries. I was sent out to repariate Bill and to obtain the necessary paperwork for insurance purposes so I was given sufficient funds to make that happen. I arrived and enquired where is the body of our man, rather hessidently they said , in the chill room of the abbatior . This was my one vist to a middle east unit, I survived and we got Bill home. We did not his family where Bill had been spending his last days i9n Tu7nis.
All this is a little distressing for me , in a good cause hopefully.
At last on the third September 1971 Mal and his family arrived on Qantas flight 168, the originals on my mothers side, The Birch's and Cartwrights in 1928 by ship.
Whilst waiting to join Leyland Australia as Export Manager, I got a job as a sales rep for Fruehoff trailers and my first encounter with stock carriers Sydney to the Victorian border and shortly for the Homebush sales yards and meat works. They were certainly into rising quantities of animals at a time when the place was outdated and obviously not able to cope with modern demands and so it was closed before too long. The site after being cleaned up, became Olympic Park and it looks as if the old rail loop now transports happy event fans.
Up until 2004 I had hear about Live Animal exports in very high quantities. Special ships with animals in their thousands on board, shipped and disgorged at destination middle and far east. How the Abattoirs coped with the shere volumes I used to wonder. Then the Saudi Arabia problem came up with sheep being rejected on mouth problems which the Saudi Vetinarians would not pass. At the time I was writing the first of my 'think' trilogy. Damn, I must say something and this is what I said in my Essay on Governance sent to our Prime Minister plus P M,s around the World plus people in high office.
""Sheep - Live Exports. Failed to protect the sheep to Saudi Arabia- live sheep! Whilst not being the brightest souls around do think and feel. The trade is a bad one, as added value is being missed by not being processed in Australia - even the ships are off shore owned and operated, more revenue lost which would be picked up if the meat were frozen.
Whether the case of tha one Saudi shipment was really a matter of failure to run the double and triple invoice procedure, I do not know" and I went on, but its getting away from slaughter, except to say that in this matters there is the more suble C>E>O incentives in price lowering!!. I have explained this elsewhere to our Government --- enough for now.
Last year we saw the specticle of cattle being crudily sluaghtered in Indonesia where I'm certain the quantities or numbers of animals at one time, out run the capacity to handle the situation with dignaty for all not to mention Muslim rituals involved and definately the facility infra stucture was inadequate.
This year, it is sheep in Pakistan, thousands to be killed, not for food but for disposal and health reasons, thus the men may not have had to fallow protocols. The reason behind the cull looked very like the Saudi on years before. By the way I travelled quite extensively in these areas years agoe when I represented the British Motor Corporation, mainly and their assembly plants, all good people and true.
All this says the product is too cheap and the volumes too high and most of all Australia is giving away also valuable added value plus the all too needed jobs in the Abattoir industry.
That marvelous fello in Victoria who won the cattle breeders award this year with those Weggie!!! cattle whose meat cuts cost a fortune and has taken on the Japanese breeders. This incredible man and company decides his own price and chooses his own abattoirs. His lastest market DUBAI, how's that for performance.
Heres the game plan -----------------
1. Breed good stock - cattle;sheep etc on the farms ,in reasonable numbers.
2. Obtain best prices per kilo live weight. That is farmers demand higher prices and with draw if reserve is not reached.
3. Truck, on just in time basis, animals to abattoirs near container ports. Abattoirs structured to process to Muslim or whatever protocols, like facing a certain direction, bodies kept together. All animals to be stunned to unconciousness where clients demand the animal not be braindead at slaughter cut. all other times brain dead. Remember the Iran story, where I believe clients will accept this procedure.
4. Chill products.
5.Containerise chilled..
To achieve the most humaine slaughter ANIMAL SLAUGHTER and in Australia we all need people like the RSPCA; Animals Australia and the all important Abattoir workers unions, no no one more. Abattoir operators old and NEW to into the processing of our exports of the Worlds best meat cuts,--Chilled.
Come on Aussies, we can do it, and those that can do it , get out there and sell our top products. My Mum would have been proud of me, and know of the sad memories I ave gone through to tell you all.
All the best, and see you next time.
Malcolm E Mason
See you next time. Malcolm E Mason
Many years agoe in the town of Lymington, Hampshire, England, there stood a heavy pole at the top of a short passageway to the waterway below. Apparantly on market day, which was on the high street, where cattle would be traded and perhaps a big old bull would be selected by a local butcher. The old fello would be gently led to the pole and two men would tie him up and say hold still there Ferdninand and place what looked like a blacksmiths , horseshoe hole piecing spike and the second man would swing a hammer- whack and the bull would effectively be dead followed by the butcher and blood would run down the passageway into the water below, all very humaine for the seventeen and eighteen hundreds, if not exactly hygeinic.
These days that passageway is very up market with boat brokers; Art gallery; Estate agents and soveignier shops, still cobbled paved and all very HoHo and a major Yachting harbour.
In the nineteen fithties I was to get my first experience of 'Up close and personal'. I must have been about ten, just before my Polio year. I lived in Lydney Gloucestershire and near the Cross and townhall was a butchers shop. At the rear they despatched sheep using a kind of spring loaded gun - snap it would go as we passed to school. They used to throw the skins, inside out over the wall inside out and I really hated that shop, so much so that my dad to shut me up went to see the butcher and they refrained from the skins over the wall - Up close and personal. It was of course humaine and the numbers were such that they had time to attend to detail.
You will; have gathered by now these stories are just stories in my life, based on facts as I remember them.
Around the time I was fifteen years old, I witnessed an old chap killing a dog by holding by the neck and hitting him with a steel bar , by the time I got over the fence, the dog was dead. I picked up a log and wacked the old man until he cried, this was the cruel way and cheap way, just like recent happenings in Pakistan where the quantities were enormous and the payment no doubt small. There was an outcry then as now and did I cop flack, the local police man told me never to take things into my own hands again, then winked and said ,I bet Mr X didn't feel too good , still next time call me.
We have hopefully reached the sixties. Ha yes dear Brigette my friend the farmers daughter - We would enjoy our area and all living things in it. It was near a Christmas, when she said with a big smile, DADDY asks if you would like to help with the Turkeys, next week, of course says in innocent bliss of real farm life and death. On the appointed evening ,I duly arrived and directed to the barn by Brigette, she was preparing super for all at ten o,clock. A lot of gobbling and noise greeted me as I entered the area of processing the birds,. DADDY said my job was to take the dead birds over to the feathering table and on to the drawing area. This definately not my scene and withdrew. The young lady saw me making for my car, came over, kissed me on my cheek and said BYE BYE Malcolm,. She married a player in a Guards military band I believe and like me no doubt have children and grandchildren- all happiness to her, after all she was a farmers daughter.
Around the midsixties I first became aware of slaughter on the grand scale. It was a black and white UK tv program on the Chicargo sales yards and meat processing industry where I sure the way in which animals were killed on mass de-production scale, horrible. There was this African American with a Pole Axe who as the cow came down a ramp, whacked on the head and immediately a hook was put through its leg and up it went, kicking to the dis-assembly area and on. What happened if the man missed one can only imagine. Of today I no not. I wonder if the Sydney facility operated like that, I do not know as right now the site of all that processing is under the Sydney Olympic Stadium.
I was on in the sixties through and postgraduate university to The British Motor Corporation. and whilst with then for a good part of my life I covered many areas of operation and it was as a corporation representative -trucks and fighting vehicle Internationaly, that a interesting job came up. By the way I am trying to make my stories as gentle as I can.
One fine day the boss said Mason, please go over to the main board room in the HQ building the subject is IRAN and Abatoirs- charming I thought. Well in the time of the Shah Iran it was decided they wanted to modernise their animal slaughter and processing through to transport of animals in and out of modern facilities.OK, heres the plan they had addressed by the lead project tenderer of a consortium.
As I recall the construction company was Tarmac; the chill facilities Halls of Dartford; BMC trucks -thats me and a manufacturer of abbatuior equipment. I wondered what a boss of company such this would be like, he did not seem to be here.
Then a quiet voice said Here I Am and there stood up an impecably dressed gentleman in a dark suite and silver tie. He then proceded to relate his trip to Tehran. Not a good situation was his first comment, total chaos, but of course we can all do a good job to rectify matters and he continued through his strategy to deal with the volumes they wanted to process at each facility, the number I cannot remember, although it was about one hundred trucks of various kinds. Our abattoir man had one very firm condition and that was, they would only participate if they also supplied Stun guns spring or air operated with settings depending on degree of hit required, as he put it , just stunned or brain dead and he thought the former would be accepted, if we were firm enough. BMC did not get the tender so I do not know how it all turned as not too much later the Shah was gone -- We all did our best.
Two shorts before I get to Australia. My Mum, through out the fifties and sixties pursued what were kinow as the Pig Stickers, men who went to domestic backyards and gardens where the family ad a pig sty. They would use a knife only and allow the blood to be caught in a bucket and carried off to make Black Pudding,a kind of sausage . Gertrude used to after them and demanded they stunned the animal first- she had quite precense when she felt like it, must to no avail. In the end she was successful in arranging licienced butchers with their stun guns and gradually the practice died out. Go0od work Mother.
One of my jobs was to find and send wayward reps home, usually to0 do with climate or ladies of the night. However, one time in the sixties a colleage company man fell off an Hotel balcony in Tunis and died of his injuries. I was sent out to repariate Bill and to obtain the necessary paperwork for insurance purposes so I was given sufficient funds to make that happen. I arrived and enquired where is the body of our man, rather hessidently they said , in the chill room of the abbatior . This was my one vist to a middle east unit, I survived and we got Bill home. We did not his family where Bill had been spending his last days i9n Tu7nis.
All this is a little distressing for me , in a good cause hopefully.
At last on the third September 1971 Mal and his family arrived on Qantas flight 168, the originals on my mothers side, The Birch's and Cartwrights in 1928 by ship.
Whilst waiting to join Leyland Australia as Export Manager, I got a job as a sales rep for Fruehoff trailers and my first encounter with stock carriers Sydney to the Victorian border and shortly for the Homebush sales yards and meat works. They were certainly into rising quantities of animals at a time when the place was outdated and obviously not able to cope with modern demands and so it was closed before too long. The site after being cleaned up, became Olympic Park and it looks as if the old rail loop now transports happy event fans.
Up until 2004 I had hear about Live Animal exports in very high quantities. Special ships with animals in their thousands on board, shipped and disgorged at destination middle and far east. How the Abattoirs coped with the shere volumes I used to wonder. Then the Saudi Arabia problem came up with sheep being rejected on mouth problems which the Saudi Vetinarians would not pass. At the time I was writing the first of my 'think' trilogy. Damn, I must say something and this is what I said in my Essay on Governance sent to our Prime Minister plus P M,s around the World plus people in high office.
""Sheep - Live Exports. Failed to protect the sheep to Saudi Arabia- live sheep! Whilst not being the brightest souls around do think and feel. The trade is a bad one, as added value is being missed by not being processed in Australia - even the ships are off shore owned and operated, more revenue lost which would be picked up if the meat were frozen.
Whether the case of tha one Saudi shipment was really a matter of failure to run the double and triple invoice procedure, I do not know" and I went on, but its getting away from slaughter, except to say that in this matters there is the more suble C>E>O incentives in price lowering!!. I have explained this elsewhere to our Government --- enough for now.
Last year we saw the specticle of cattle being crudily sluaghtered in Indonesia where I'm certain the quantities or numbers of animals at one time, out run the capacity to handle the situation with dignaty for all not to mention Muslim rituals involved and definately the facility infra stucture was inadequate.
This year, it is sheep in Pakistan, thousands to be killed, not for food but for disposal and health reasons, thus the men may not have had to fallow protocols. The reason behind the cull looked very like the Saudi on years before. By the way I travelled quite extensively in these areas years agoe when I represented the British Motor Corporation, mainly and their assembly plants, all good people and true.
All this says the product is too cheap and the volumes too high and most of all Australia is giving away also valuable added value plus the all too needed jobs in the Abattoir industry.
That marvelous fello in Victoria who won the cattle breeders award this year with those Weggie!!! cattle whose meat cuts cost a fortune and has taken on the Japanese breeders. This incredible man and company decides his own price and chooses his own abattoirs. His lastest market DUBAI, how's that for performance.
Heres the game plan -----------------
1. Breed good stock - cattle;sheep etc on the farms ,in reasonable numbers.
2. Obtain best prices per kilo live weight. That is farmers demand higher prices and with draw if reserve is not reached.
3. Truck, on just in time basis, animals to abattoirs near container ports. Abattoirs structured to process to Muslim or whatever protocols, like facing a certain direction, bodies kept together. All animals to be stunned to unconciousness where clients demand the animal not be braindead at slaughter cut. all other times brain dead. Remember the Iran story, where I believe clients will accept this procedure.
4. Chill products.
5.Containerise chilled..
To achieve the most humaine slaughter ANIMAL SLAUGHTER and in Australia we all need people like the RSPCA; Animals Australia and the all important Abattoir workers unions, no no one more. Abattoir operators old and NEW to into the processing of our exports of the Worlds best meat cuts,--Chilled.
Come on Aussies, we can do it, and those that can do it , get out there and sell our top products. My Mum would have been proud of me, and know of the sad memories I ave gone through to tell you all.
All the best, and see you next time.
Malcolm E Mason
See you next time. Malcolm E Mason
Friday, September 28, 2012
Critical Decisions
CRITICAL DECISIONS
I don't know about your Country, but Australia has been experiencing over the last couple of years. Drought; Fire; Winds extra ordinairy Rain; Cyclones; Traffic accidents and badly behaving Seas.
In each of these areas, individuals and communities have had to make ,Critical Decisions, promptly. Governments (Polititions) Police; Fire services and Emergency services are having come up with strategies and rules applying to these events. All well and good in general, but on an individual basis, my basis, I have come up with some rules of my own, which I recommend to anyone who will listen. Here we go.
FIRE
Fire is without doubt, the most alarming and certainly the most painful of disasters, natural and man made. It is most likely to take life and property in a most traumatic way.
I have written at length in the past and would now like to reiterate my own rules from experience of living on this fourty acre forest property with a 400 metre river frontage on the Eastern side of a forested hill and relatively flat North and South.
We reduce the fuel load (known as hazard reduction) at the appropiate times, usually when we noted the professionals like forestry are reducing their fuel loads.
Ours rules are as in my blog 'A Day Too Long, Feb 2009.
1. If we are in, we stay in and if we are out we stay out.
2. Vehicles stay in open ground and all sun sails are removed. In fact we don't use them any more.
3. As we are on a river. The fire pump is there, always fully fueled,oiled and regularly, as it is also part of our water supply.
4. The supply pipes are under ground.
5. The fire hose (real) is always ready and is capable of reaching all the house and vehicles.
6. All areas around the house and buildings are mowed plus the all important underground pipe areas.
Our main vehicle a Land Rover Discovery is equiped with a Fire Blanket ( Actualy a Bomb blanket) from my past business.
8. Water tanks on this property are steel, no plastic thank you.
These are my ideas based on the fact that the emergency services, rural fire services ambulances and police could not get to us , through the 12 to 25 kilometres of forest roads. Anyway our first call would be to forestry as they may have lads out who could help. Way back I remember this happening and a couple of chaps turned up and lit containing lines and sat down for a smoke until it was safe to leave. You know the ones , the fellos with dirty boots.
WIND
Late 2010 we experienced terrible winds from the North East (an unusual direction) here - normally North West the fire wind and the Southerly that refreshing one on hot summer days we enjoy around five or six in the evening. - It was a devastating high velocity and purging wind. Trees snapped off at their heads and base. One 12 klm strech had 30 threes down and another twenty, on our 1 klm drive.
First out were the young parents, cutting a way through, to get their children to the highway and school. Second the forests NSW with machinery, followed by farmers and the like, then three days later council, a bit late but they turned up.
Again, when we are in, we stay in. When we are out we stay out.
Our critical decision, like the people I have described were and are as above plus DON'T go outside until the winds have dropped and it is daylight.
FLOOD
Again late 2010, it was rain rain rain - river in flood,major creeks in flood. One way out under these conditions via long detour across a muddy ridge with presipice one side ,gully the other.
Critical decision was to delay any journey until road dries out a little, then full four wheel lockup all the way (about twenty klm's) - We have a Land Rover Discovery, which is excellent under these conditions and makes a steady path for others to follow.
We see so many drivers enter muddy water and have no idea its depth. All I know is that if it is flowing, forget it. Its not worth the risk for yourself particularly and of course you are not being fair on the emergency services who will have to help you if they can.
TUSANAMI
The Japanese experience was covered minute by minute and I will come to that. First I wish someone would explain to the public that the so called 'Wave' running at 800 mph or whatever,is in fact a 'Pressure Wave' which disipates a little over distance like a shock wave from a gun in the air. When this pressure wave is at its most powerful and near land, the effect is to create a wave in the sea having reacted with land. regretfully the result is a wall of water, slow moving and what a wall it was.
I'm certain modern engineers could explain it better,this is my effort.
Warnings are more effective in time terms, the further away from the centre of an under water earthquake and hopefully lesser the final water surge.
We all sent our thoughts to the people affected. Oh dear what a catastrophy. I wonder what happened to that Tanker driver and family,the one that stopped his truck on the river bridge in the first pictures of the tradegi-he stopped then moved forward a little - then stopped again-What critical decision did he make after that.
Whilst we are on the subject of water and heavy seas and here I add RIPS. Open waters and rips are dangerous places to be, particularly if you are not an excellent marathon swimmer and even then you need support. Lets go back to my blog Feb 2009 entitled Transitioin, where I told the story of a man -not a good swimmer at all- taking a youngster into deep water, near a known Rip area, the child came back man did not , he died in spite of all attempts by the surf lifesavers to revive him. A rip as I see it , is a current in a narrow flow of water, that flows out to sea, taking the unwary with it. I have repeatedly said to surf life savers please advise all people going into the sea to take a body board and if caught in a rip, hang on until help arrives. Damn it, all they keep saying is swim between the flags. Thats no good if there arn't any however hopefully there are usually Surf Riders around and they will always paddle out to sea to assist, whilst a colleage will get to shore and alert mobile resque people. The motto is "Body Boards for all in the sea'.
Critical decision, by golly there is, get out and get your body board, your coming summer. Nothing is new of course remember those cork life rings carried on boats and ships with rope around them and always look out for the signs warning of dangerous water and currents,. rips etc .Plus, if there are any, keep within the Surf Life Savers Flags
EARTHQUAKE and TRAFFIC
My project is directed at Country Properties anywhere in the World .
Much has been said by many many people. On earthquakes I know very little personally, they must be quite terrifying experiences. From what I have seen on the media etc the good rule or critical decision is get outside in the open air and not to drive vehicles in the dark.
Regarding road traffic I believe we should all make ourselves aware at all times the different enviroments and and road conditions . My critical decision is to stop or slow down if matters are deemed to be not quite right. I usually let or give way to senseless drivers as we should all know bad incidents in retrospect could have avoided as to the keen eye the situations can be seen to be building up.
Please all try and also use the rule when we want to alter course " Mirror; Signal; Action. Oh I do wish every one follow this rule, its certainly a Critical Decision.
MASON PROJECT- HELI PADS.
When a serious accident or medical problem occurs on a country property, the emergency service number is called (000 in Australia) . First on the scene is normally an ambulance and or an Emergency service (State Emergency Service or SES).
The problem is assessed and if applicable the regional Rescue Helicopter service is called to the property. The ambulance crew then have to go in search of a suitable landing site and SAT-NAV position determined plus should there be no ambulance in attendance, the pilot has to search himself 'All Time Consuming'.
We live on a forest property, not too easy to get at at times of floods,however we do have open space. Our two teenage grandsons Henry and Oscar, marked out on grass, a HELI - PAD. A white circle 15 metre diameter and in the middle a H sign - north - south - 3 metre long ad 1.8 metre wide overall. The arms widths are 500mm . The circle I keep painted with a normal home decorating roller on a pole - monthly.
I suggest the regional hilicopter rescue service be contacted and your location registered with them and possibly when a machine is in your area, they could have a look at your set up and advise on any surrounding obsticles that must by removed.
The Critical Decision , is to register your SAT-NAV details, like 150-12-02E by 35-31-00S for local service plus altitude of site. In our case 20Metre. Register obsticles such as Power lines, rural wind turbines, tall trees- for night time access, very important.
Make certain all medical prescriptions and medicines are handy for the medical assessments..
CRITICAL DECISIONS are part of life . Please keep safe and bye for now.
As always these are my ideas alone, almost.
Malcolm E Mason. Member of 'The Second Nation People (The Nation Builders)
Email masonedgar@gmail.com
X@malcolmemason
NB We have, One King, One Country, One Flag, place the Australian Flag in the middle and
any flags you like, Either side . Usually First Nation one side and Torres Strait Island's, the other.
NB If driving in the Outback (Desert), the vehicle must be fitted with a BEACON and DISTRESS FLARES.
Never travel alone --- Minimum Two People.
FIN.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Blogs for 2012
I have been on another project all of 2011,except for the Australia day message. No I did not fall off the perch, rather I have been writing and publishing the third of the THINK trilogy entitled Think - Earth the Finite Planet and Matters Relating.
The document and accompaning CD was sent to most of the G20 plus people in high and low o0ffice. It is all about setting Quantities sorry Extraction Quatities per Unit of Time for Earths finite non renewable resources. I put my views on actual quantities that can be varified internationally.
I hope to publish on my bog for you all to see, before long.
First up for 2012 will be CRITICAL DECISIONS, my views the decisions we will have to make when faced with Fire, Flood,Wind and other disasters.
See you soon.
Malcolm Mason Sunday 15 2012.
The document and accompaning CD was sent to most of the G20 plus people in high and low o0ffice. It is all about setting Quantities sorry Extraction Quatities per Unit of Time for Earths finite non renewable resources. I put my views on actual quantities that can be varified internationally.
I hope to publish on my bog for you all to see, before long.
First up for 2012 will be CRITICAL DECISIONS, my views the decisions we will have to make when faced with Fire, Flood,Wind and other disasters.
See you soon.
Malcolm Mason Sunday 15 2012.
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