Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Every six months we pause to honor those among us who are nearly always are quite special people.
And every six months we endure the whining, whinging, wailing and pathetic crybabys who will never qualify for any recognition other than to ignore and avoid at all costs.
For every Dame, Knight, Officer, Member or whatever created in the New Year or Queen's Birthday list there will surely be some who for many reasons will not enjoy universal approval, be it religious, political, ignorance based or just personal
To honor one who has merely done a job they were compensated for and feted for the accompanying successful achievement such awards often seem arbitrary and even capricious.
That said however we all know someone who following considerable sacrifice, dedication and personal cost are awarded a recognition in the name of Her Majesty, it is hard not to understand how it must come as a treasured personal thing to the recipient.
The Military, Fire, Ambulance and service clubs all have systems that recognise service and often do not, adequately IMO, differentiate between seat warmers and duty driven contributors who make a real difference.
The Judiciary often are rewarded similarly for above average contributions and some seemingly for just doing the time, likewise for Politicians.
It always gives me a tremendous sense of satisfaction when a "Florence Nightingale" type gains an often inadequate award for a period of dedicated effort to make a difference in a street, community, town or city but for a neanderthal to call Trelise Cooper a "dressmaker", or Bob Parker a "time serving crat" completely misses the mark as to what actually marked them out for special mention, markers often below the radar, that can be easily measured by those who actually have knowledge of the often significant cost to their personal lives.
There could nearly always be a case against any award given but almost without exception even a cynical old bastard such as myself sees some merit in all awards in any list. A fact that is driven into a stark comparison with the now widely awarded honorific, Dr for a Phd often gained in an almost stupidly inane subject that contributes nothing to the real world but is carried with an elitist aplomb that makes the charade meaningless. As an example Wussel gimme back my fwag Norman for a treatise on one of many failed socialist conniptions of the increasingly irrelevant socialist cause, namely The Alliance Party.
An eminently forgettable event in history that without the combined ambitions of The Troughmaster General, a few tree huggers, some itinerant feminazies and the ever present communist left searching for relevance, would never have gone beyond a church hall somewhere in obscurityville.
Just add a few Drs you would not consult for an ingrown toenail and suddenly the mishmash of pressure groups morph into a political force with a starving bunch of journalism graduates in total thrall.
Two of todays awards are forever tinged with a sad related death.
Sir Bob Parker's Dad passed away today in the knowledge his boy had been honoured, seriously ill he was informed a few days ago.
Marion "Murray" Giera was informed of his Queens Service Medal days before his passing last Thursday, after the Queen had consented to its award, for services to his community.
So my sincere congratulations to all those honored in the New Year list this morning, to the naysayers and malcontents just stfu and see if in the remainder of your boring vacuous forgettable lives you can go the extra mile and perhaps make a real difference for just one stranger, for no reward.
To quote NIKE "just do it"