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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Plan

In the beginning was the Plan.
And then came the assumptions.
And the Plan was completely without substance.
And the darkness was on the face of the Planners.

And they spoke amongst themselves, saying "It is a crock of shit and it stinketh."

And the Planners went unto their Supervisors, saying "It is a pail of dung, and none can abide the odor thereof."

And the Supervisors went unto the Division Managers and sayeth:  "It is a container of excrement and it is very strong, such that none can abide it."

And the Division Managers went unto the Assistant Directors and sayeth:  "It is a vessel of fertilizer and none can abide its strength."

And the Assistant Directors spoke amongst themselves, saying "It contains that which aids in plant growth and is very strong."

And the Assistant Directors went unto the Director saying:  "It promotes growth and is very powerful."

And the Director went unto the Council saying: "the new Plan will actively promote the controlled growth and efficiency of the county and certain areas in particular."

And the Council looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And this is how Shit Happens.

Someone gave this to me a year or so back.  It seems fitting now that the Council has developed a "plan" for rural areas. 

3 comments:

  1. I think that we can claim the title "Most Literary Blog About Planning in Whatcom County."

    And quite possibly the blog that refers most often to excrement, using the widest variety of terms.

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  2. Okay you two, you guys are having way too much fun.

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  3. Belly laugh and oh so true. The story can be reversed as well.
    The Council saw that the plan was good and passed the plan as a great thing for the community. Years later the people tried to figure out how they ended up with pails of stinking excrement.

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