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The Day After

by John M. White |

Well, it is all over.  The ads are gone, the pundits and talking heads are all over the tv, and more and more conversation now begins about who President-elect Barak Obama is and what he believes.  More important, speculation is rampant as to who will be his closest advisers which will tell us a lot about what he might do.

The amazing thing to me is that now that the election is over no one seems to be sure whether he will move to the center, move left - perhaps far left - or where he will govern from.  Why is this important?  Well, those of us in aviation are concerned about many things, but two of the most important are user fees and what the TSA is going to do to general aviation.

So we need to keep a close eye on what these folks are doing.  My bet is that we are going to find ourselves in a deja-vu moment similar to what happened with Clinton.  I can just see it now - right after inaguration President Obama comes on your tv and says "I didn't realize how bad things really are.  I'm going to have to raise taxes on EVERYONE now!"  Ah yes, I can just see it.

With the government firmly in control of the left, who love every tax they see and love big government, I fear that user fees and the TSA are going to be more invasive than before.  Time will tell.

Until next time keep your wings straight and level Hersch!


"High Flight"

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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