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 on the face of the workers.
And the workers spoke amongst themselves saying "It is a crock of shit and it stinketh."
And the workers went to their supervisors and said,
"It is a pail of dung, and none may abide the odor therof."
And the supervisors went unto their managers saying, "It is a container of excrement, and it
is very strong, such that none may abide it."
And the managers went unto thier directors saying, "It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none
may abide its strength."
And the directors went unto the Vice Presidents saying, "It contains that which aids plant
growth, and it is very strong."
And the Vice Presidents went unto the President, saying unto him, "This new plan will acitively
promote the growth and vigor of the company with powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the plan and saw that it was good.
And the plan became policy.
And this is how shit happens.
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