|Last Modified: Oct 22, 1995|
In the beginning was THE PLAN.
And then came THE ASSUMPTIONS.
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 shit and it stinketh".
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said "It is a pail of dung and no one may abide the odor thereof".
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying "It is a container of excrement and it is very strong such that none may abide by it".
And the Managers went unto their Directors saying "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide its strength".
And the Directors spoke amongst themselves saying one to another "It contains that which aids plant growth and it is very strong".
And the Directors then went unto the Chief Deputy saying unto him "This promotes growth and it is very powerful".
And the Chief Deputy went unto the Assessor saying unto him "This new Plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the County with powerful effects".
And the Assessor looked upon THE PLAN and said that it was good.
And THE PLAN became Policy.
This is how 'Shit Happens'.
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