This year I recieved an average of 1,3 letters a day from our tax-collectors office. One day I recieved five letters. Its like an avelange of blue paper(the enveloppes always are blue). Each letter contains a new suprise. Shit happens they say, at least Forrest Gump said it, but he should have said: Tax happens. I am fed up with it. Please dont send me any more money, I dont want it. I'm leaving for a hich hike to Siberia.
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"How Shit Happens"
Today's reading is from the Book of Corporate Life,
Chapter 1, Verses 1-15:
In the beginning there was the Plan.
And then came the Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the Plan was without Substance.
And darkness was upon the face of the Workers.
And the Workers spoke among themselves saying, "It is a crock of shit and it stinks."
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said, "It is a crock
of dung and we cannot live with the smell."
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers saying, "It is a container of organic waste, 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 among themselves, saying to one another,"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 it is very powerful."
And the Vice Presidents went to the President, saying unto him, "It has very powerful effects."
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
And that is how shit happens.
[Truly, I say unto you: A parable for our times....I saw this years ago, and mislaid it; probably a couple of times a year since then, I've gone looking for it, but I could never remember enough to get a fix on it. Well, here is it, courtesy of my friend Lynne...]
http://antikoan.net/node/156
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