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 Darters.
And they spoke among themselves, saying,
"It's a crock of shit, and it stinketh."
And the Darters went unto their "local reps", saying,
"It's a pail of dung and none may abide by the odor thereof."
And the "local reps" went unto their area managers, saying,
"It's a container of excrement and it is very strong, such that none may abide by it."
And the "area managers" went unto the general secretary, saying,
"It's a vessel of fertilizer and none may abide by it's strength."
And the "general secretary" spoke amongst himself, saying to himself,
"It contains that which aids Dart's growth and it is very strong."
And the "general secretary" then went unto the President, saying unto him,
"It promotes growth and is very powerful."
And the President went unto the Executive Board, saying unto them,
"This new Plan will actively promote the growth and vigor of Darts with powerful effects."
And the Executive Board looked upon the Plan and saw that it was good.
And the Plan became policy.
This is how shit happens!