In the beginning, there was the Plan.
And with the Plan came an Assumption.
And the Assumption was without form,
And the Plan was without substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers.
And they spoke among themselvse saying, "It is a crock of shit, and it stinks."
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a pail of dung, and we cannot live with the smell."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying, "If it a container of excrement, and it is very stong, such that none may adibe by it."
And the Directors spoke among temselves, saying, "It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong."
And the Directors went to the Vice Presidents saying unto them, 'It promotes growth, and is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went to the President saying unto him, "This new plan will actively promote growth and the vigor of the compant with very powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan, and said that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how Shit happens.
