Friday, March 8, 2013

Why We Must Change and What We Must Change Into




Change is inevitable wouldn’t you say?   I grew up with change watching “Superman” on the old black and white Magnavox.  George Reeve would dash into the store room wearing his street clothes and leap out the window a moment later, changed, transformed from the mild manner reporter into the invincible Man of Steel.   My grandmother Nora taught me about change with stories of the mysterious east where the cunning horseman Rewagunga changed into the beautiful Afghan jihadist, Yasmini.  And who can forget how the leopard changed his spots with a little help from his Ethiopian friend who had, “just a little color left over on the finger tips of his fine new black skin.”  Yes, change is inevitable my brothers and sisters.  Sometimes it is brought on by necessity and other times it is forced on us a knife point.  There has been a change in our safety world my friends, one which we ignore at our peril.  I am not talking about some deadly new chemical or dangerous new process, no.  In this case it is one both famous and infamous.  It is, the trial lawyer.   The Workers’ Compensation system has been turned on its head.  First off, since all of the comp judges used to be trial lawyers and since all of the comp attorneys are trial lawyers, well you can see it is rather like the fox guarding the hen house.   For years they have tried to find a way around the basis for the existence of workers’ comp that of “no fault.”   At long last, they have succeeded. 
In the last few years illegal immigrants injured while working in the US have been awarded huge settlements in addition to their workers’ comp benefits.  These settlements have now been upheld by the various supremes court.  Sadly, this means that the legal protection of workers’ comp for employers has been breached.  Oh sure, your basic simple comp cases will still work their way through the system no harm/no foul as usual just to make it look good but let some trial lawyer smell blood in the water and ohhh Ricky!
So what’s it got to do with safety?  Well you may ask.  Simply this, those employers who do not have proactive, preemptive and effective safety programs will soon be out of business.  Gone are the days of sitting presidents pardoning company officials and vacating their fines for multiple fatalities.   Gone are days of laisse’ faire safety attitudes of “they’ll never get me.”   The predictions of former OSHA Secretary, John Henshaw made just a few short years ago right here at our own Safety Council are about to come true, and I quote, “those companies who do not comply and continue to hurt workers will be run out of business.”
Mr. Employer, this means that now more than ever your corporate safety director needs to be more than a company man with a suit and secretary, and much more than a book worm with a high test score.  The modern corporate safety director must be a man who has come up through the ranks.  A man who has worked on his tools, swung the hammer, run the bead and the backhoe and climbed the scaffold.  The modern safety director is creative, a bit artsy, after all he was and is still a craftsman.  He should have a love of music and be musical himself.  The modern safety director enjoys the limelight, and even excels in it.  The modern safety director must be all of these things because he must be able to use all of these things to teach, coach, challenge, and entertain.   If your safety program is to prevent all accidents, it must change minds and touch hearts.
Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place, I am,
Col. Jim

Monday, August 6, 2012

Fight to Learn

Anyone who knows the old Colonel well knows I love books and movies.  Over the years, I have compiled a collection of my favorite quotes for specific occasions.  This one from Top Gun serves as a good opening for today's blog.  "Gentlemen, this school is about combat; there are no points for second place."  I know you will be starting college this fall, and it put me in mind of a collection of quotes my father, Fred, put together to send me off to school that fateful fall of 1975.  There were quotes from Vince Lombardi, Calvin Coolidge, and even St. Paul, but the one that stuck with me all my life was from Gentleman Jim Corbett.  No, not the LSU basketball star, but the famous pugilist.  Gentleman Jim was the last bare-knuckles professional boxing champion; from then on, every prizefighter wore padded gloves.  Corbet said, "Fight one more round. When your arms are like lead, and you can hardly lift your hands to come on guard, fight one more round. When your legs are like rubber, and you can barely shuffle back to your corner, fight one more round. When your nose is bleeding, and your eyes are black, and you are so tired that you almost wish your opponent would crack you one on the jaw and put you to sleep, fight one more round remembering that the fella who always fights just one more round is never whipped."  Those words shepherded me through many of the trials of my life.  True, they did not stand alone, and I fell many times. "Why do we fall, Bruce?  So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."1  The famous allegory, "Footsteps," tells of a man looking back on his life with Christ as footprints in the sand.  At first, there were two sets of prints as the man walked side by side with the Lord. Sometimes there would be knee and hand prints where the man had fallen, and once during the greatest trial of his life, one set of prints vanished! When the man asked the Lord why he had left him alone, Christ replied, "That single set of footprints was when I carried you, my brother."  Let nothing but your honor stand in your way during this phase of your life.  Be selfish of anything that keeps you from your studies.  Praise God for the well-done job and feel no shame in your small rewards.  For if a dog trainer rewards his animal, will not Our Father reward you better than this?  If motivation runs out, seek diligently for another, and do not rest until you have it.  It is only a few very short years.  Work it up the hill.  In closing, I will take poetic license firmly in hand and paraphrase the Fighter Pilot's oath, "Learn to Fight, Fight to Learn, Learn to Win!"

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am,

Col. Jim

1 - Thomas Wayne in "Batman Returns"

Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Great Place To Eat

Jasmine's On the Bayou is a tiny but very tasty little restaurant on Jones Creek Road.  A full lunch menu is available. I had the Shrimp Creole and salad. Crispy, cold greens, shredded carrots and crunchy croutons were served quickly. The creole had an Oriental/Cajun combination with big firm shrimp over perfect rice and a generous piece of French bread. All served with a smile. They also cater. I recommend it highly!

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am,

Col. Jim

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Unnatural Overreaction

In the rock opera, “Jesus Christ Superstar,” Pontius Pilate had a dream. He dreamed of an amazing man, a sad man, with a “haunting, hunted” look. Despite his best efforts, Pilate can not get the man to tell him what is bothering him. As the dream shifts Pilate sees the man being killed by a mob. As the dream’s fog finally clears he sees millions crying for the man and blaming him, Pilate for his death. Of course the Holy Bible says it was Pilate’s wife who had the dream. What sort of significance can the husbands of the world attach to that?

Old Pilate was a governor of sorts, charged with responsibility for keeping order and collecting taxes. Little is actually known about him and many scholars believe he was nothing more than a biblical allegory. In any case, rather than risk an uprising Pilate agrees to the violent demands of a very small but well organized mob and hands Our Lord over to be murdered. Angry mobs kill innocent people, destroy property and generally spread fear so it could be said Pilate erred on the side of caution. Ironically, it seems Pilate subscribed to an old Hebrew proverb that says, “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” (No, it did not come from Star Trek.)

So what’s it got to do with safety?
Often, people and governments react to small, seemingly insignificant things and miss the big picture. Referred to as a “Knee-jerk reaction,” they result in sweeping legislation and regulations costing billions, serving no one, and occasionally causing great harm. As a Catholic, one of my favorites has to be the Roe v Wade decision. No matter which side you come down on philosophically, the law ignores the rights of the weak (the unborn) in favor of the strong.

Another group that burns my bacon is what I call the “have your cake and eat it too crowd.” Screaming for the rights of homosexuals on the one hand, while at the same time demanding a return to all “natural” foods and lifestyles.  Huge irony there!  Hey, if we are going all natural, I want them to bring back asbestos. It is still the best insulator there is, and all you have to do is just dig it up. Slip on an impervious suit and an appropriate respirator; once it is sealed properly, it is perfectly safe and lasts forever!

A discussion of asbestos brings me to group three, what I call the “Greed Breeders.” You would call them plaintiff lawyers; for them, asbestos is big business. There is even a boat in our marina named “Asbest There Is.” These creeps hide their massive greed behind the facade of “protecting” the rights of the injured. In 95% of all such cases, their clients caused their own injuries or illnesses by ignoring safety rules. Ever wonder why gasoline costs so much, insurance costs are so high, or medical fees are out of sight? Well, that is why.

If legislators and courts really want to know where the dangers are their best bet is to consult a safety professional. I know a whole bunch of good ones.

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place, I am,

Col. Jim

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Not Just Transparent, but Apparent

My new motto is, "Not Just Transparent, But Apparent." Don't just make it available, put it out there for all to see. Twitter, Facebook and so many websites are loaded with foolish narcissistic drivel, "I'm on the beach," "Just finished my shopping," "Soaking in a hot tub," "Our employees walk to work or use public transportation." Believe me, no body cares. It puts grime in your time, clogs the blogs and fogs the ether. My New Years Resolution is to be clear, come clean, light the shadows, use color, use video, but to do so with a goal in mind. Specify the value, take joy in who/what matters, make a difference.

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place I am,

Col. Jim

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Catholics Forced to Fund Abortion

Is there no one out there who fails to grasp the monumental significance of what our President and the other Democrats have achieved? It seems the very ones most concerned about the, "Separation of Church and State" have no problem with the government forcing Catholics to fund abortions. Ignorance is no excuse here folks, you all know the Catholic faith considers abortion as murder. Now before you start shouting the usual platitudes, this is not about abortion.

As I read it, our new medical bill (the pun is intended) allows Federal Funding of Abortions. Forcing Catholics to fund this bill is exactly what the founders were worried about when they wrote the First Amendment to the Constitution, having government impose its religious beliefs on the citizens. That is exactly what this law does. With this bill, the United States of America has effectively made it illegal to be a Catholic! This law is blatant religious persecution in its most base and graphic form.

In order to comply with this law, Catholics will be forced to abandon a grassroots belief of their religion. I have heard some Catholics say, "Well I suppose we'll just have to pay the fine every year." Sorry, the government has you there as well. Here's the kicker, even if Catholics refuse to pay to fund this bill and are fine or if the government just uses your tax dollars, it is still Catholics being forced to fund Abortion.

Must Catholics resort to a class action suit and a distasteful liaison with claims lawyers in order to protect our religious freedom? Then if the Supremes allow the law to stand must all Catholics then renounce their citizenship and leave the United States in order to escape religious persecution? Do not fool yourselves, there are many “Xerox Christians" and other faiths who would welcome it!

And finally, where is the ACLU, the self proclaimed,” Defenders of the Constitution?” Hiding, ashamed to show their faces through the naked lie of their existence.

Sitting in a rocker at the Old Place,

I am,

Col. Jim

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The American Soldier: A Modern Day Knight?

"A knight is sworn to valor,
His mouth speaks only truth,
His heart knows only virtue,
His sword defends the helpless,
His might upholds the weak,
His wrath undoes the wicked!" - Code of King Arthur and the Round Table

Is the American Soldier the modern-day embodiment of this ancient ideal? Never having served, I am perhaps not the most qualified person to answer that question. The servicemen I know and have known personally all served with honor. Their valor and their virtue are clear from their character both in peacetime and under fire. These men have no need of falsehood. I have witnessed acts of tenderness and steadfastness in support of their friends and loved ones. While I have never actually experienced their anger in opposition to evil, I would have no second thoughts about putting my life in their hands. Their lives have been an example to many, me included, and I, for one, am grateful. Are these men Knights? You bet your boots they are!

So here's to you, you Band of Brothers, you Knights of Freedom's Table: Geri and Hank Weber, George Domas, Lyman Roberts,  Wilbur Rogers, Paul Gray, Norman Parker, Ryan Simpson, Lee Harris, Bill Dufrene, Matt Kennedy, Charles and Marty Munley, R. Gordon Kean, Buzz, and Albert Hampton Obier.

May the ground rise to meet you, may the wind always be at your back, may the ocean's current carry you forward, and may the air be smooth and calm.

Thank you for your service to our country, my very good friends.

Standing beside a rocker at the old place, I am,

Col. Jim