Accidents and Incidents

‘Acidentes’ e Incidentes.

Porquê a referência acentuada aos acidentes? Porque, como sabemos pelos velhos e sábios pais que nos ensinaram, e pelos seus pais, e pelos pais antes deles – “os acidentes quase nunca acontecem”.

Existe geralmente alguém, ou mais provavelmente o comportamento separado, mas combinado, de alguém e de outros, que, à primeira vista, não são partes no “acidente”, todos “contribuem” para o “acidente”.

Fale com um polícia de trânsito – não há “acidentes” de trânsito, certamente não no Reino Unido, alguém, talvez mais, desempenhou um papel no incidente. Assim sendo, o que antes era a abreviatura ‘RTA’, agora RTI – Incidente de Trânsito Rodoviário. E acredito com razão.

A lógica “difusa” pode ser aplicada, perante uma medida de responsabilidade a todos os envolvidos, quer estejam presentes ou não.

Dê uma vista de olhos nesta fotografia. o que acha?

[English]
‘Accidents’ and Incidents.

Why the accented reference to accidents? Because as we know from the wise old parents that taught us, and from their parents, and parents before them – ‘accidents hardly ever happen’.

There is usually someone, or more likely the separate, but combined behavior of someone and others, who, at first glance are not party to the ‘accident’, all ‘contribute’ to the ‘accident’.

Talk to a traffic cop – there are no road traffic ‘accidents’, certainly not in the UK, someone, maybe more, have played a role in the incident. Therefore, what used to be the shorthand ‘RTA’, is now an RTI – Road Traffic Incident. And I believe rightly so.

‘Fuzzy’ logic can be applied, given a measure of responsibilty to all concerned, whether they be present or not.

Take a look at this photograph. what do you think?
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Clique na foto para a ampliar.

Eu tenho um cenário para ti. Um idoso está a falar com um amigo por cima de uma vedação. A conversa termina e o tipo volta para a estrada, mesmo no caminho de um camião carregado, não muito diferente do acima. O condutor pisa forte no travão e para o veículo antes de atingir o idoso.

A energia cinética armazenada na pilha mal protegida de blocos empilhados demasiado alto atrás dele faz com que a pega fraca, aplicada incorretamente, se rompa e os blocos sejam catapultados para a frente, atingindo o senhor idoso. Morre mais tarde no hospital.

Há algum tempo, um familiar meu próximo veio passar uma curta estadia. Testemunhou mais do que um incidente com o exemplo do comportamento do “velho cavalheiro” e, pior, de pessoas muito mais jovens, a fazerem exatamente a mesma coisa. Ele observou que isto cheirava a “solipsismo”. [procure!]
Uma perspectiva interessante, pensei.

Tenho aqui as minhas próprias opiniões sobre quem é o culpado, e também o “grau” da sua respectiva culpabilidade.
Diga-me o que pensa.

Esteja ciente de que existe a tentação de sugerir que a “teoria da probabilidade” poderia ser utilizada para distribuir graus de culpa. Isto seria errado, pois na verdade todos os “acidentes” têm “cenários” diferentes.
Lógica difusa(Wikipedia)

[English]
I have a scenario for you. An elderly guy is talking over a fence to a friend. Their conversation ends, and the guy steps back onto the road, right into the path of a loaded truck, not unlike that above. The driver steps hard on his brake, and brings his vehicle to a stop before hitting the elderly gentleman.

Kinetic energy stored in the badly-secured stack of blocks piled too high behind him, result in the feeble strap, incorrectly applied, snapping, and blocks catapulting forward, hitting the elderly gent. He dies later in hospital.

Some considerable time ago, a close relative of mine came for a short stay. He witnessed more than one incident of the example of the ‘old’ gent’s behaviour, and worse, by folks much younger, doing exactly the same thing. He had remarked that it smacked of ‘solipsism’. [look it up!]
An interesting perspective, I thought.

I have my own opinions about who is being culpable here, and also the ‘degree’ of their respective culpability.
Tell me what you think.

Be aware that there is a temptation to imply that ‘probability theory’ could be used to apportion degrees of guilt. This would be wrong, as in fact all ‘accidents’ have different ‘scenarios’.
Fuzzy Logic (Wikipedia)

IB50 – Big Brother Bombast or Bureaucratic Bullshit?

This is a copy of a post I formerly published on another of my websites, some considerable time ago.
It demonstrates quite clearly the offhand and demeaning treatment to anyone in the UK who is on the ‘radar’ of the UK’s so-called Benefit system.
It also demonstrates the patently obvious poor quality of employees who ‘manned’ the telephones purporting to give ‘help’ and ‘assistance’ to the general public.

The poor individual I spoke to, had no idea that I was recording our conversation, but having had to put up with stupidity and ignorance before with these folks, I was determined to capture exactly, what was said between us. He was also unaware of what lay in wait for him, as I have to admit here, that I knew exactly what I wanted to ask, having ascertained what I was entitled to.
My ‘interviewing’ technique may seem a little cruel to others, but in all honesty, I actually enjoyed his all-too-apparent discomfort, naughty of me I know. In retrospect, here was an individual who should never have been placed into a public-facing role.

BBBombast

Zay are so stupid!

“Desculpe?” I said.

He looked closer at me “English? Dutch?”

I was tempted to reply “Geordie”, given this is the second occasion I’ve been mistaken for Dutch by an English speaking non-Portuguese.

“English” I replied. “What is the problem?”

“Vot is the problem? They renovate the fountain and now I cannot stand my bottles to be filled vithout them tippling over!”

He demonstrated and repeated his complaint with even more vehemence. ” Zay are so very, very stupid!”

He had already filled ten or so, large bottles, and was busy filling the next ten. That his conspicuous consumption indicated filling a catering need, rather than a domestic one was obvious. His arrogant disdain of the people of the country within which he’d chosen to live was breathtaking. That a simple square of wood was missing from his ‘filling kit’ was clearly beyond his comprehension or imagination.

I felt very much like laughing, but stopped myself just in time, and just savoured the moment. Two reasons mainly. One, I simply enjoyed the moment of seeing someone who had his head so far up his own arse, his brains had turned to shit, and secondly, I didn’t want to continue where Wellington left off, and start Peninsular War II.

Zay are so Stupid!

Zay are so very stupid!