The Plan

In the beginning 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 Constables.
And they spoke among themselves, saying;

“It is a crock of sh*t, and it stinks.”

And the Constables went unto their Sergeants and said;

“It is a pail of dung, and we can’t live with the smell.”

And the Sergeants went unto their Inspectors, saying;

“It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it.”

And the Inspectors went unto their Superintendents, saying;

“It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength.”

And the Superintendents and Chief Superintendents spoke among themselves, saying to one another;

“It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.”

So they told the Assistant Chief Constable who was delighted and went to the to the Chief Constable, saying unto him;

“This new plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of the police service
with very powerful effects.”

And the Chief Constable looked upon the plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.

And that is how sh*t happens.

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