A man, a plan, a canal, Panama

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 darkness was on the face of the workers
and they spoke amongst themselves, saying, “It is a crock of shit and it stinketh”

and the workers went to the supervisors
and said, “It is a pail of dung and none may abide the odor thereof”

and the supervisors went to the managers
and said unto them, “It is a container of excrement and it is very strong, such that none may abide it”

and the managers went to the senior managers
and said unto them, “It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength”

and the senior managers went to the directors
and said unto them, “It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong”

and the directors went to the vice presidents
and said unto them, “It promotes growth and is very powerful”

and the vice presidents went to the president
and said unto him, “This new plan will actively promote the growth and efficiency of this company”

and the president looked upon the plan,
and saw that it was good,
and the plan became policy.

This is how shit happens.