"When you get older
everything reminds you of a story."-Franklyn Kirk. Well I remembered a
story:
The Plan
In the beginning was the Plan. And then came the
Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form. And the Plan was without
substance. And darkness was upon the face of the Workers. And
they spoke
among themselves, saying, "It is a crock of sh*t, and it stinks." And
the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail of
dung, and
we can't live with the smell. And the Supervisors went unto their
Managers,
saying, "It is the container of the excrements, and it is very
strong,
such that none may abide by it." And the Mangers went unto their
Directors, saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide
its
strength." And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying to one
another,
"It promotes growth, and it is very powerful." And the Vice
Presidents
went to the President, saying unto him, "This new plan will actively
promote
the growth and vigor of the company with very powerful effects." And
the
President looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good. And the
Plan became
Policy. And that is how sh*t happens. 
