[logi_cal869]

The rest of the story, i.e., this crap about "the sheer number of unreported health problems presents a risk to aviation safety."

Example:

Five thousand pilots lied on medical records to hide conditions that would prevent them sitting in the cockpit

https://freerepublic.com/focus/f-chat/4178182/posts

Don't believe headlines, folks.

By the by, all of the articles on this latest "ongoing FAA investigation" have one thing in common:

The hypocrisy of ignoring physical health questions pertaining to the jabs:

Not a single word about myocarditis, covid or 'vaccines'.

Personally, I'm of the opinion that this is all intentional to steer the industry toward automation and elimination of the FO. i.e., a manufactured crisis across the board.

But let's not talk about ATC, carrier maintenance, ramp security or manufacturer shortcomings when it comes to aviation safety. Can't have that. /s

[FlingWingFlyer]

What about all of the Trump haters who are reaching out for mental health help because their “Tell All Trump Trashing Books” aren’t selling anywhere and are gathering dust in the one-dollar bargain bins at the dollar stores? What about them?

[Zathras]

FAA has been stuck in the 50’s for a long time.

[CodeToad]

If you need a mental health expert then you should not be in the cockpit. I say that as both an expert in mental health and as a pilot.

[AppyPappy]

Everything is mental health these days. Universities cannot hire enough counselors

[yldstrk]

I am so over everybody and their brother having PTSD or complex PTSD. Yeah, it’s a scary world out there, it’s a dangerous world out there, no guarantees, you could die at any moment from anything, myocarditis or a tree falling over or a gangster shooting you or a youth playing hit a random person in the head.

People, just get it together and live your best life. Stay off drugs and alcohol and facebook, follow the ten commandments and live it out.

[Myrddin]

I was signed off for my fixed wing private pilot license in early 1982. The last time I actually flew was July 18, 1982 when I traveled from Brown Field to Van Nuys with a former student. The costs to fly were limiting my ability to remain current. In 1983, I purchased a new house and that really trashed my disposable income. It also required disclosing my license to my insurance company. Want to fly? Watch the life insurance rates skyrocket. July 1985 arrived and I had a cancer diagnosis. Don't even think about a flight physical now. C'est la vie. It was fun to earn the private pilot license and bore some holes in the sky. A fond memory I won't be able to replicate now.