In all that component changing, the real problem, aside from the loss of craftsmanship, is that nobody actually finds out what's really wrong. Just keep changing parts and either could-not-duplicate it,or assume it's fixed because it doesn't reoccur after some particular component change or another...and send it back into the air.
I ran into a group of individuals wearing white lab coats bearing patches from various aircraft manufacturers, all working on a Cessna 210 at a Northwest airport some time ago. They were parked next to me, and for the better part the day, ran that contraption at full bore while fiddling with this or that. I sat on the flight deck for hour after hour trying to study, and at the end of the day finally approached them to ask them if they could be helped.
Aside from the fact that their smocks were from several different aircraft manufacturers, or the fact that I've never seen line mechanics wearing white lab coats, or the fact that they were all wearing concealed sidearms, or the fact tha they didn't have a clue what they were doing...the nose was giving me a splitting headache and the curiosity was killing me.
They asked if I knew anything about the airplane, and the described their problem. They'd made seven forced landings over the past two days, with engine problems and failure. Kept screwing around and then flying again. They'd replaced certain components repeatedly...the same components, all with no change in the condition. I suggested that possibly they might stop guessing and changing components, and then isolated their problem to a ruptured diaphram in the fuel flow divider. Problem solved.
(Turns out they were pilots for a federal agency performing aerial surveillance, and truly didn't have a clue what they were doing...another story). So, when a problem develops, just keep changing components (eventhe same one, over and over) until it goes away...
"...left at Bandaid ...?"
That would have to be the indominable Truman Sparks from the movie Fandango, as he flies under a bridge to rescue the blushing bride.
Where the hell is my laundry?