Spring is settling in up here at the Old Place. Perhaps a bit more slowly than we would like but mother nature is a patient lady. I had decided to clean out last year's squirrel nests up in the attic. I figured they would get in there anyway, so why not give 'um a nice clean room! I was coming down with the last load when Ruth stopped by with my mail. Ruth's store is the RFD drop for any local post. There was a note from a fella I had not heard from in years, a real blast from the past. It was short and sweet, like the old woman's dance, "Heard about your 'Night Job.' Might be a good time to share what Dad said the first time you met. F." I think so too.
One summer, my friend Bill "The Wild Buffalo" Bowlus and I went to an all-boys water skiing camp in North Carolina. The owner was a no-nonsense Christian named, George Pickering. During lunch one day in our second week, a middle-aged gentleman with what I call "Preacher Hair" came in and sat down with us. His conversation was light, and he spoke with us, not to us. The man was Mr. Pickering's best friend, the Rev. Billy Graham! As a young boy, I found some really creative ways to screw up. Being a young boy, aspiring for manhood, I realized there was a "next" level opportunity sitting two feet away. I plucked up my courage.
"What's on your mind, Jim?"
"Sir, do you have a son?" Good lord, how pitiful. I have the chance to probe the mind of Billy 'Freakin' Graham and THAT's the best I could do?
"Yes I do, his name is Franklin," he replied.
"Does he ever get in trouble?" I felt my ancestors roaring in laughter!
"He sure does," he said with a laugh. "But is that really what you want to ask?"
"No sir," I said.
"What about some advice that I gave my own son Franklin," he offered.
"That'd be great," I replied, feeling not unlike a fool.
"As a young man," he began, "be respectful of others. Especially those you disagree with or do not like and even more especially with women and girls."
It was not the great earth-moving revelation I was expecting but it did start something. boys' questions were posed and answered in a genuine, man-to-man fashion. Lunch ended, hands were shaken and we drifted off toward the lake to let our lunch settle. It was not until later that night when we had fallen exhausted into our bunks, that I began musing on the great man's words to me. At the time, I was devouring my way through one of Robert E. Howard's Conan the Barbarian novels. Conan swung a huge sword and like my old friend Tarzan, was a man's man! The two also shared an almost naive trust in their friends and deep respect for women. Here again, was that nugget Rev. Graham offered me during lunch. From that day on, I tried to follow his example. Then, years later came an event that made Graham's advice resonate like the clear sound of a distant bell. It was during the Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky incident, and Rev. Graham was on Larry King. . .
"I train my staff to avoid potential situations like this. When any of our male ministers are meeting with a female parishioner, the office door stays fully open. If this is not possible, one of our female confidential assistants will be inside the office also. If we are meeting outside the office, the same rules apply."
Liberal Larry houghed a little and replied, "I think most people would call that very draconian, reverend."
"Old fashioned perhaps," replied Graham. "But effective and proper. Not only do you protect yourself, but you also show respect for the girl or woman you are meeting with."
I realize that while this idea was narrowly focused on the male of the species, it should be. As men, God gave us the responsibility for the spiritual health of our immediate family. In modern society, this responsibility naturally extends to the workplace. But take caution young men, some women do not wish to be treated differently from men and when it suits their agenda, will say anything. Well, "if wishes were fishes would we not all cast nets?"
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim
Tuesday, February 28, 2023
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Run Away Another Day
Up here at the Old Place is the best place to quarantine. We are way back in the woods, on a big lake, everybody knows everybody, and except for sugar, flour, and coffee, we are all self-sustaining. Even so, people still ask me, "Col. Jim, is there any crime up here?" My reply is pretty much the same as everyone else's, "Back in the day, we had a couple of bad'uns come up here thinking to lay low. . . But don't you worry, no one'll ever find their bodies." Yep, the area around the lake is a safe place, and we guard our safety jealously... but wisely. Here then is an example of wisely. Before I was born, my young cousin Clyde Barrow and his girlfriend Bonnie Parker found their way to the lake and knocked on my grandfather's door. The Old Place looked almost exactly like it does today. By a strange coincidence, both MaMie and Pop were at the lake. Pop was fishing so MaMie opened the door. Of course, she immediately recognized her cousin and knowing she was in no danger invited him in, and put on the kettle. While Bonnie went around to the outhouse the two cousins had a chat. Now without sliding out of facts and into speculation, we all know that the couple left the Old Place uninjured. So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety?
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were not serial killers, and they were not crazed mass murderers. Most of the people with whom they crossed paths parted amicably enough, even some members of local law enforcement. During their short criminal lives, the two developed the reputation of not harming those who were cordial to them or who at worst, stepped aside. These, let us call them, "non-victims" were mostly plain small-town country folks who went to church twice a week, always welcomed strangers, and left their doors unlocked. It would never have occurred to these people to be rude or unwelcoming. The odd thing is, neither would it have occurred to Bonnie or Clyde.
When faced with a riot though everyone there is an unknown and potentially deadly. To survive you must know what Not To Do. Remember, most of the rioters are just regular folks who have had their temper stirred up. There is not a single one of them who would not rather be at home watching the flatscreen, drinking beer, and eating barbeque! However, many are young, mad, and have become part of a mob mentality. They feel empowered by those around them and fearless because they just know, they will never be caught and even if they are caught, they will probably be let off.
The absolute worst thing you can do is yell at them or fight. I do not care how many black belts you have in Wa Rang Go, you will lose. Keep your head up, and smile. (I am one of you.) Look to the side of their faces, never in the eyes. If pushed step aside, do not resist and get something solid behind you, like a wall. Move slowly but deliberately and get clear of the area. I can not emphasize this enough: Whatever you do... Do Not Fall Down! As you approach a LEO, keep your hands in plain sight and raised. (I am not going to hurt you, officer.)
Whew, that was scary enough was it not? Oh, Bonnie and Clyde? They had coffee and some of MaMie's homemade pecan pie. She admonished them both to be careful and to look out for each other. The two desperados departed. . . and within three hours, were dead. Sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim.
Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow were not serial killers, and they were not crazed mass murderers. Most of the people with whom they crossed paths parted amicably enough, even some members of local law enforcement. During their short criminal lives, the two developed the reputation of not harming those who were cordial to them or who at worst, stepped aside. These, let us call them, "non-victims" were mostly plain small-town country folks who went to church twice a week, always welcomed strangers, and left their doors unlocked. It would never have occurred to these people to be rude or unwelcoming. The odd thing is, neither would it have occurred to Bonnie or Clyde.
When faced with a riot though everyone there is an unknown and potentially deadly. To survive you must know what Not To Do. Remember, most of the rioters are just regular folks who have had their temper stirred up. There is not a single one of them who would not rather be at home watching the flatscreen, drinking beer, and eating barbeque! However, many are young, mad, and have become part of a mob mentality. They feel empowered by those around them and fearless because they just know, they will never be caught and even if they are caught, they will probably be let off.
The absolute worst thing you can do is yell at them or fight. I do not care how many black belts you have in Wa Rang Go, you will lose. Keep your head up, and smile. (I am one of you.) Look to the side of their faces, never in the eyes. If pushed step aside, do not resist and get something solid behind you, like a wall. Move slowly but deliberately and get clear of the area. I can not emphasize this enough: Whatever you do... Do Not Fall Down! As you approach a LEO, keep your hands in plain sight and raised. (I am not going to hurt you, officer.)
Whew, that was scary enough was it not? Oh, Bonnie and Clyde? They had coffee and some of MaMie's homemade pecan pie. She admonished them both to be careful and to look out for each other. The two desperados departed. . . and within three hours, were dead. Sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim.
Who Owns the Earth?
Up here at the Old Place, we take great pains to keep the area around the lake and the creek that passes through it as pristine as when it was first discovered. The trees and undergrowth around the lake flourish and the animals go about their lives as if people were not even here. A few descendants of the original Native American, "Dinea" still live nearby as well. Legally, the parcel is in Catahoula parish but who owns this tiny piece of land is a carefully guarded secret.
So, old tired planet earth, have you ever thought about who it belongs to? Humans of course. Oh, I do not know, does ownership of a celestial ecosystem even require what we so arrogantly call “sentience?” Maybe the animals own the earth or the plants and the rocks? Nah, it's people. Religious people, like the Jews or the Buddhists, perhaps the Islams? It could be Hindus or even Zarathustras that own the earth. The atheists live on the earth, but they don't want it and it certainly does not belong to us Christians. I look at it this way, depending on who you ask, the earth is either millions or billions of years old, "so arguing over who owns it, is kind of like two fleas arguing over the dog they live on."1. This quote from Australian actor/producer Paul Hogan started me thinking. Australia's "aborigines" see the earth as their mother, so maybe they own it. When the Europeans arrived, they were astounded to learn that, without ever having met a Judeo-Christian before, the aboriginal people instinctively knew that humans were stewards of the land, not its owners. Whoa now, all you socialists just settle down for a second. Another word for Stewardship is Responsibility. . . uh oh. So Col. Jim, what's it got to do with Safety?
History will likely chronicle the 20th Century as the age where humans once and for all legally accepted that ownership of their planet was divided among many countries but gave up their responsibility for the planet as a whole. Oh sure, there have been areas of the planet that peoples of the world referred to as "their" countries, but until the formation of the League of Nations in 1919, no one had been willing to, apparently, bind themselves to legal boundaries. The interesting part, however, will be seeing which chronicle will be believed?
People have been successful at rewriting history for millennia, mainly to make "their side" look better. Sadly, despite herculean efforts taken to keep an accurate record, that part of the earth's history, not lost to the sands of time, has been perverted beyond recognition. It is, to say the least fantasy; it is to say the most, perjury!
For the last 2,000 years, the only unbiased factual accounting of world history has been maintained by the faithful. That is to say, the worlds' religions, those with a belief in an afterlife anyway. These religions, technically, have no ax to grind. However, if the behavior of religions in modern times has taught us anything, it is that every one of them is grinding away anyhow. Sadly, this "grinding" has resulted in a desire, all most an obsession really, to use violence and coercion to force people to join their religion or to be executed.
In conclusion, the only religion, wishing no one harm and having no designs on the planet, is of course Christianity. Please note: I did not leave the Jews out by chance but by design. The Jews are the only humans indigenous to earth who are born with a religion. The rest of us are born pagan and must choose from the plethora of religions available. According to God's law, as set down in the Tora and the Talmud, Jews must have designs on the planet or at least that part of the planet that was given to them by God Himself, the Holy Land, Israel.
So, back to our topic question, Who Owns the Earth? According to the laws of men, many people own bits and pieces of the Earth. If we follow Judeo-Christian law, a strong case can be made that the Jewish People own the Earth. Remember that word, "Stewardship?" When the king is away, his Steward is responsible for the kingdom. The Steward holds the scepter but sits not on the throne. Rather, he sits on a plain hard chair set a few steps below the empty throne. Hard so that he does not become overly comfortable. When the king returns, the Steward is Responsible to give the king an accounting of the events, judgments, profits, and losses which occurred in the king's absence. If the king is satisfied, the Steward will be rewarded. . . If not, well, he is the king with the power of life and death over all his subjects. Who Owns the Earth? I believe we have settled that question.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place, I am, Col. Jim.
1. Paul Hogan, Crocodile Dundee
History will likely chronicle the 20th Century as the age where humans once and for all legally accepted that ownership of their planet was divided among many countries but gave up their responsibility for the planet as a whole. Oh sure, there have been areas of the planet that peoples of the world referred to as "their" countries, but until the formation of the League of Nations in 1919, no one had been willing to, apparently, bind themselves to legal boundaries. The interesting part, however, will be seeing which chronicle will be believed?
People have been successful at rewriting history for millennia, mainly to make "their side" look better. Sadly, despite herculean efforts taken to keep an accurate record, that part of the earth's history, not lost to the sands of time, has been perverted beyond recognition. It is, to say the least fantasy; it is to say the most, perjury!
For the last 2,000 years, the only unbiased factual accounting of world history has been maintained by the faithful. That is to say, the worlds' religions, those with a belief in an afterlife anyway. These religions, technically, have no ax to grind. However, if the behavior of religions in modern times has taught us anything, it is that every one of them is grinding away anyhow. Sadly, this "grinding" has resulted in a desire, all most an obsession really, to use violence and coercion to force people to join their religion or to be executed.
In conclusion, the only religion, wishing no one harm and having no designs on the planet, is of course Christianity. Please note: I did not leave the Jews out by chance but by design. The Jews are the only humans indigenous to earth who are born with a religion. The rest of us are born pagan and must choose from the plethora of religions available. According to God's law, as set down in the Tora and the Talmud, Jews must have designs on the planet or at least that part of the planet that was given to them by God Himself, the Holy Land, Israel.
So, back to our topic question, Who Owns the Earth? According to the laws of men, many people own bits and pieces of the Earth. If we follow Judeo-Christian law, a strong case can be made that the Jewish People own the Earth. Remember that word, "Stewardship?" When the king is away, his Steward is responsible for the kingdom. The Steward holds the scepter but sits not on the throne. Rather, he sits on a plain hard chair set a few steps below the empty throne. Hard so that he does not become overly comfortable. When the king returns, the Steward is Responsible to give the king an accounting of the events, judgments, profits, and losses which occurred in the king's absence. If the king is satisfied, the Steward will be rewarded. . . If not, well, he is the king with the power of life and death over all his subjects. Who Owns the Earth? I believe we have settled that question.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place, I am, Col. Jim.
1. Paul Hogan, Crocodile Dundee
The Final Storm
Up here at the Old Place, we have finished all of our hurricane preparations. Anything that could be picked up or blown away has been brought inside or tied down. The shutters are closed and their covers are in place. The generator has been tested at full load, the tank is full and there is plenty of extra fuel. There is a small tintype of Our Lady of Prompt Succor, the patron saint of Louisiana, hanging over the front door. The miracles surrounding her veneration are manifest during times of greatest threat: the sparing of the Ursuline convent during the great New Orleans fire of 1812, the sparing of the city during the Battle of New Orleans three years later and (Katrina notwithstanding) the sparing of New Orleans from hurricanes for over 200 years. So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with Safety?
A storm is upon us, my family, and friends. It is, to paraphrase H.G. Wells, a storm that is vast, cold, and unsympathetic. It is a storm of devastation, wrought of greed, lust, and a thirst for power over anyone who even wishes in his heart to stop it. This is not a storm of wind or rain, hail or flood. This is a storm perpetrated by domestic terrorists with propaganda, subterfuge, and prevarication on a scale never before seen in the history of the world and it is here, now in our own country.
Who are these terrorists? In his book, The Art of War, the author, Sun Tzu extols us to, “know your enemy," and we do. Their names, faces, even their locations are well known to us all. Many of them we see every day in our very homes. 'This simplifies matters' you say; 'we know the face of our enemy!' The face. . . Sun Tzu outlined 17 signs to help us to know our enemy. These included: Signs of Exhaustion, Thirst, or Hunger; Fear; Eminent Retreat; Poor Leadership; Manipulation; and Advantage. These are all good things for the warrior to know before the battle is joined.
What of those of us who do not see ourselves as warriors? Note, I do not mean those who are afraid or even those who may run away. No, fear and retreat are both things for which the prudent warrior plans. I speak rather of the Spiritual Warrior, whose sword is the word of God; whose shield is the Holy Spirit, whose battle cry is a prayer, and whose commander is Jesus Christ.
An army must be able to communicate effectively and it is here that the intercession of Our Lady of Prompt Succor comes to bear. This is a storm as sure as any that has come ashore from the gulf and the prayers of Our Lady of Prompt Succor on our behalf are proven. Inspired by this confidence we fly to our patron and implore her assistance as we pray:
Oh Dear Lord and merciful Father, through the intercession of Our Lady of Prompt Succor, extend Your salvation so generously lavished on the citizens of Louisiana to the entire peoples of the United States of America. We who are even now under threat of a storm with intent so terrible that it could devastate this great nation so long ago consecrated to Thee. We beseech Thee to bring comfort for the living, rescue for the lost, and peaceful rest for those whom you have called home. Amen.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim.
Saturday, September 7, 2019
Another Green Initiative
Up here at the Old Place, most of the children are
grandchildren, not all, but most. When summer rolls around the bangs and hisses
of bottle rocket wars and young 'uns playing army resound through the woods
around the lake. So when an article popped up about a six-year-old Arkansas
girl with an idea to honor our military, we noticed. The youngster's name is
Vivian and Miss Viv is being praised for her initiative in requesting that
toymakers add Green Army Women to their packages of little toy soldiers. Vivian
sent a letter to several toymakers explaining why this was important to her.
You see, Vivian's close friend has a mother who is in the Army. When Vivian realized that all of the green
toy soldiers in the packs were men she realized that her friend's mom and all
the other women soldiers needed to be represented as well.
I showed the article to Ruth, our retired Marine who runs
the general store. She dashed off a letter to Vivian herself and learned that
apparently, young Vivian is one heck of a recruiter. From now on, female
soldiers will be included in at least some little green armies. Well done Miss
Vivian!
So Col. Jim, what's
it got to do with safety? It is about preserving life. While I like the idea of
adding little green plastic women to bags of toy soldiers, out there in the
real world women in the line of fire have been a reality for some time. I
personally know women in three branches of our armed forces. Rose Ann, a
now-retired US Army ground pounder did two tours in Afghanistan and two in
Iraq; Liz, a Naval Aviator flew F14s in the first Gulf War; our own Ruth,
taught combat arms in the Marines, and "Step" flies rescue choppers
for the Coast Guard. Now, make no mistake, I am proud to be beholding to our
military personnel and am grateful for the peace and freedoms their service
affords me and my family. Thank You, ladies, thank you for Your service!
Safety, just this. The fact that there are Ladies out there
on that wall in the freezing snow, the scalding sun or on a pitching deck ready
to die, for me, frankly makes the ole Colonel feel as though he has failed at
something. Maybe it is the dad in me or maybe it is just the natural male
compulsion to want to shelter and protect our girls. I don't know. I do know
that the call to serve comes from deep inside, "down where you keep your
guts boy!" 1. I imagine it is similar to the call one receives to the religious
life. Man or woman, that call is extremely personal and should not be denied.
In trying to resolve
this in my heart, it has always puzzled me that God chose to create Adam first.
So what difference did that make? Only this, for the first and only time, in
the history of creation, God caused another person, Eve, to be brought forth
(Born?) of a male! From that point forward, woman has been God's vessel with
whom He shared His power to create another human being. The man was created to
defend the family from predators, slay the deer, and to carve out the cave. The
woman was created to make that cave a home, a haven from the outside world, a
place to rest, to bear and raise children in safety. The female then was given
life in order to create life not destroy it. Her safety must be paramount.
Sitting in a rocker
at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim.
1. The movie, Iron Eagle
Friday, March 22, 2019
Walls: God's, Nature's and Ours
Up here at the Old Place, we believe in walls. There are fences to keep livestock from wandering and our houses and businesses have walls, but that is mainly to keep out the varmits! We do not lock doors cuz we are too well mannered to just walk in without an invite. Of course, there was that one time when young Timmy McCardle was riding his bike when heard a commotion up in Ruth's house. Concerned, Tim went in to see, "if I could help," and walked in on Ruth and her gentleman friend. According to Tim, "they was wrasslin' on the kitchen counter and Ms. Ruth was a holdin' her own.". . . Oookay!
Walls are a hot topic these days and safety, of course, plays a big part. If we think about walls rationally rather than emotionally, they are easy things to understand. A wall is a place, thing or action that provides a separation between two or more things. Walls can provide seclusion, security or safety. They can delineate locations, be part of a memorial or merely be an architectural statement. In fact, other than the former Berlin Wall and the old Soviet Gulag, a researcher would be hard pressed to find any walls with a nefarious purpose. As the saying goes, "Strong fences make for good neighbors," and a fence is just a wall you can see through.
Nature abhors walls but tolerates them. Why is that do you suppose? Walls require a great deal of energy and materials to build and maintain or they will fail. At the simplest level, some plants create walls. They grow in circles or even produce secretions that are toxic to other plants. Some animals stand in circles facing outward with their young in the middle for protection. Other animals dig holes, build nests or live in caves. Think of the constructions of dirt daubers or honey bees. Two or more species only coexist without walls when the benefits of their association outweigh the liabilities. Walls then are a normal and natural part of life.
With all this evidence, a wall on our southern border should be an easy sell. Remember, "Strong fences make for good neighbors," and "A locked door keeps an honest man honest." No one will argue with either of these statements when even a thief locks his door. The error occurs when we contrast a country with private property. While no one would allow strangers into their home without permission, the socialist sees nothing wrong with allowing everyone into their country without permission. The communist, on the other hand, will let you in but once you are in, will not let you leave! This illustrates well how both of those concepts are contrary to nature.
From a Catholic perspective, our Church leaders say that with southern border walls we abrogate our responsibilities. That being to aid our fellow man. Jesus said, "For as much as you do to the least of my people, that you do unto me." Jesus went on to say, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." We have changed that to "What goes around, comes around." There is little doubt that many of the people congregating on our southern border are in need. Perhaps a need of their own making? Should that even matter? . . . Hmm. No. In fact the Vicar of Christ on Earth (the Pope) himself lives in a walled city. With seven narrow ungated portals that allow free but manageable access 24/7. (The media ignores that fact.)
So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety. In the safety business, we say, "Plan Your Work and Work Your Plan." This Hispanic Exodus (That's what the media is calling it.) has no plan. . . or does it? From day one of THIS exodus, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs took over. Along the way, the people foraged for food, and medical attention, after that shelter, then transportation, clothing, and selectively, other people's possessions to sell or barter. There is no reason to expect this to change if the USA throws open our borders. The Israelites wandered the desert for 40 years, with nothing but faith in God. He gave them manna and Moses, and lest we forget, saved the Israelites using. . . that's right, a WALL of water.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim
Walls are a hot topic these days and safety, of course, plays a big part. If we think about walls rationally rather than emotionally, they are easy things to understand. A wall is a place, thing or action that provides a separation between two or more things. Walls can provide seclusion, security or safety. They can delineate locations, be part of a memorial or merely be an architectural statement. In fact, other than the former Berlin Wall and the old Soviet Gulag, a researcher would be hard pressed to find any walls with a nefarious purpose. As the saying goes, "Strong fences make for good neighbors," and a fence is just a wall you can see through.
Nature abhors walls but tolerates them. Why is that do you suppose? Walls require a great deal of energy and materials to build and maintain or they will fail. At the simplest level, some plants create walls. They grow in circles or even produce secretions that are toxic to other plants. Some animals stand in circles facing outward with their young in the middle for protection. Other animals dig holes, build nests or live in caves. Think of the constructions of dirt daubers or honey bees. Two or more species only coexist without walls when the benefits of their association outweigh the liabilities. Walls then are a normal and natural part of life.
With all this evidence, a wall on our southern border should be an easy sell. Remember, "Strong fences make for good neighbors," and "A locked door keeps an honest man honest." No one will argue with either of these statements when even a thief locks his door. The error occurs when we contrast a country with private property. While no one would allow strangers into their home without permission, the socialist sees nothing wrong with allowing everyone into their country without permission. The communist, on the other hand, will let you in but once you are in, will not let you leave! This illustrates well how both of those concepts are contrary to nature.
From a Catholic perspective, our Church leaders say that with southern border walls we abrogate our responsibilities. That being to aid our fellow man. Jesus said, "For as much as you do to the least of my people, that you do unto me." Jesus went on to say, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." We have changed that to "What goes around, comes around." There is little doubt that many of the people congregating on our southern border are in need. Perhaps a need of their own making? Should that even matter? . . . Hmm. No. In fact the Vicar of Christ on Earth (the Pope) himself lives in a walled city. With seven narrow ungated portals that allow free but manageable access 24/7. (The media ignores that fact.)
So, Col. Jim, what's it got to do with safety. In the safety business, we say, "Plan Your Work and Work Your Plan." This Hispanic Exodus (That's what the media is calling it.) has no plan. . . or does it? From day one of THIS exodus, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs took over. Along the way, the people foraged for food, and medical attention, after that shelter, then transportation, clothing, and selectively, other people's possessions to sell or barter. There is no reason to expect this to change if the USA throws open our borders. The Israelites wandered the desert for 40 years, with nothing but faith in God. He gave them manna and Moses, and lest we forget, saved the Israelites using. . . that's right, a WALL of water.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
The Safety Certification Boondoggle
Up here at the Old Place, we value a person's experience and abilities. We never ask for certifications and only occasionally a license or badge. Perhaps we are too trusting, but since we all open carry, there is little incentive for rascalry. Today, the ole colonel has a question: how many of you folks have a license or a certification? We pretty much all have a driver's license and some of us, myself included, are certainly certifiable. Okay, okay. No, what I am asking about are professional licenses and certifications. With the exception of medical and legal personnel, as well as engineers and architects most so-called "certifications" are based on achieving a certain score on a test given by the certifying company. Some certifications do require the candidate to have completed certain prerequisites before they are allowed to take the test: a certain level of education (GPA usually does not matter nor does the major), number of years experience (again, it usually does not matter in which profession that experience was gained) and in some cases an additional certification. Take safety for example. There are no fewer than a dozen "certifications" from an equal number of companies. Some of these companies are themselves, "certified" to provide these certifications, by some other company. Many however are mere "certification mills." Keep in mind, the only oversight is provided by the certifying certifier. Okay, Col. Jim, so What's It Got to do with Safety?
Back around the turn of the century, I taught the Basic Orientation Plus (BOP) over at the Safety Council. BOP is a six-hour safety course required for everyone who wants to work in our local chemical and refining industries. One day a genuine, no-foolin' Certified Safety Professional (CSP) showed up. He was not happy and had complained to several plant managers and our own CEO. He demanded that he be allowed to just take the test. After being told no, he grudgingly paid up and sat down. He so disrupted the class with his questions and opinions, that I pulled him aside during the first break. Rather than berate him for his rudeness and insensitivity to his fellow students, I offered him a suggestion. Stay for the class, take the test, I could not change that, then write a critique, including all the incorrect information he noticed and send it to me in an email. Guess what? He shut up, copiously took notes, passed the test with an 80% and yep; he emailed me his notes. He found 39 errors in the BOP presentation.
So, what does all this say about Mr. CSP? Is he a rude jerk. . . pretty much. Could he run a safety program? Maybe. Does being able to pass the toughest safety certification test there is mean you will make a great safetyman? Well, it means nothing, except that he could pass a test. Oh, are you wondering how many of the 39 errors he was right about, not even one . . . not even one.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim
Back around the turn of the century, I taught the Basic Orientation Plus (BOP) over at the Safety Council. BOP is a six-hour safety course required for everyone who wants to work in our local chemical and refining industries. One day a genuine, no-foolin' Certified Safety Professional (CSP) showed up. He was not happy and had complained to several plant managers and our own CEO. He demanded that he be allowed to just take the test. After being told no, he grudgingly paid up and sat down. He so disrupted the class with his questions and opinions, that I pulled him aside during the first break. Rather than berate him for his rudeness and insensitivity to his fellow students, I offered him a suggestion. Stay for the class, take the test, I could not change that, then write a critique, including all the incorrect information he noticed and send it to me in an email. Guess what? He shut up, copiously took notes, passed the test with an 80% and yep; he emailed me his notes. He found 39 errors in the BOP presentation.
So, what does all this say about Mr. CSP? Is he a rude jerk. . . pretty much. Could he run a safety program? Maybe. Does being able to pass the toughest safety certification test there is mean you will make a great safetyman? Well, it means nothing, except that he could pass a test. Oh, are you wondering how many of the 39 errors he was right about, not even one . . . not even one.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am, Col. Jim
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