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Goodly afternoon all...

Beautiful cold clear winters day here with just enough wind to move the ice sail boats along at a good speed out on the bay and the river.

The old girl and I were at one of the local bugsmasher fields yesterday and I couldn't believe what I heard.

First:

Some power to be wants us to have a vendors permit to sell our chips and pop in the club house and to buy the stuff.
Give me a break, we give more away than what we sell and that is just not going to happen.

We buy the stuff when it is on sale from the grocery stores, we don't make a profit...

Secondly:

We are not supposed to smoke in the club house even if we are all smoking members and the only one's there.
Give me a break...that is not going to happen either.

Thirdly:

There has always been several Aviation Technicians, Mechanics or Grease Monkey's what ever you want to call them drop in to do work on our members own aircraft.

Now it seems many want the individual member to book

You will probably have heard, Doug...

...over here we call it; "The Health and Safety Executive"... ....!

Note that all our moans and groans rarely get the results that we require...

...and I do a fair bit of moaning and groaning, in the course of a day!

...as they say;...the world is going mad!

Paul...Chief Moaneygroaner... ...!

Fight the power, Doug

We call those bureaucrats the "Fun Police". They have to make up rules and regulations to justify their positions using the fines leveled against us to pay their salaries. If they don't keep making up rediculous rules that they can fine us for not following they are essentially cutting their own throats. So the rules keep coming regardless of common sense

Here in Cambridge, we have to call it a holiday tree, but they do put up a nice one. There can't be an angel at the top, nor anything that may offend any race, sex, or creed.
  The ministry of saftey has us wearing so much crap that we need courses on how to remove that equipment if someone takes a cramp or gets injured.
  We worry about having a snowball fight with our kids, lest some biddy watching reports us for teaching violence to our children.
  So to sum it all up, in my mind, I am glad I'm over 60 now and I can call most things.. Water off a ducks back. 

Matt

Thanks for the feed back folks...

There should be a rule for people who make  rules: Quit making them unless they're asked to make them.

Good point Seat_of_my_pants...

A new definition of TWITTER has come to mind... TWITs, The Evolution of Retards!

Heh - Im the bane of the Health and Safety girl at our plant. She looks ridiculous; wandering through the plant with reflective vest, hair net, safety goggles, safty gloves, steel-toe slipons over her sneaks, huge earmuffs, the whole works - all for walking around the plant between the yellow lines. Dunno - think she imagines she's setting a good example. Too bad for her Printers tend to be smart, creative and have a sense of humour.

She passes my press every morning at 9. The first time, I took a generous smear of magenta ink and worked it into my forearm, with a little cyan for gore. Flew roaring in agony out of the unit right when she walked by; timed it perfectly. She screamed and hit the roof. I was hauled in front of the GM for that one, but he was laughing too hard to take it seriously.

Since then I've taken it upon myself to torture the (as we all call her) H&S chick. It's amazingly easy. Blue Wildberry Powerade in a Windex bottle, for example. The rubber bloody hand stuck in the rollers with loud calls of 'Where's Brad?' might have gone a little far. But at least the memos warning of death and destruction if we don't follow these 30 simple points have reduced remarkably. Been doing this longer than you've been alive, lady. I know the safety of this press far better than you do. Now go buy some more pointy orange cones - you like that.