In the beginning was the plan.
And then came the assumptions.
And the assumptions were without form.
And the plan was completely without substance.
And the darkness was upon the face of the bottom feeding ‘Crackerjacks’...
And they spoke amongst themselves saying:“It is a crock of shit and it stinks."
And so the ‘Crackerjacks’ went unto their Leading Petty Officer, saying "It is a pail of dung and none may abide the odor thereof."
And so the Leading Petty Officer went unto the Chief, saying "It is a container of excrement and it is very strong; such that none may abide it."
And so the Chief went unto the Division Officer, saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength"
And so the Division Officer went unto the Department Head, saying "It contains that which aids plant growth and it is very strong."
And so the Department Head went unto the Executive Officer saying, "It promotes growth and is very powerful."
And so the Executive Officer went unto the Skipper, saying "The new plan will actively promote the growth and efficiency of this organization and these areas in particular…"
And so the Skipper looked upon the plan and saw that it was good.
And so the plan became policy!!!
And so is the way in this Politically Correct World…
This my friends is how shit happens!!!