There are certain persons - politicians - who have come to believe that they understand how all the activities of everybody in the world happen, and how these actions interact, and believe that they can direct this interaction better that the individuals themselves can acting in their own sphere of knowledge and interest.
There are two big problems with this approach, generally:
First, you have no idea what you're talking about. About much of anything. You've never really worked a day in your life. You have only the faintest idea about how the average person gets by in this world. Polite persons are silent when they are ignorant. What does that make you?
Second, even if your knowledge, such as it is, is able to inform your decisions about what we're all supposed to be doing, We can't all stand still while you figure out all the forms we've got to fill out. I know you love standing in line. Check that -- you adore having us all standing in lines you get to cut to the front of. And you adore filling out forms. Check that; you just love having us fill out forms you get to weigh and shred, after extracting the check. And you just wet yourself in glee thinking about endless talking about what to do, rather than the endless doing required of we benighted souls if we're going to get three hots and a cot until we get the bed with a lid.
All bad managers don't like anything unauthorized to happen. That's why the worst managers, the communists, wrote it down for you: If you're not directed to do it, it's illegal. Got that? They just did wholesale what all politicians do retail: pass laws all day long. Sooner or later, everything will be "decided" either way.
So what you get is productive people standing around while the boss, serene in the idea that they're smarter'n everybody else, figures out what we all should be doing. This is how you get Jimmy Carter making out the schedule for the White House tennis court when he's supposed to be, oh, I don't know, responding to the attack on the sovereign US territory that our embassies represent or something equally important. I'm getting around to that. Hold on a second, I'm on the other line.
Anyone who's ever been in a socialist country, never mind a communist one, has read or heard the breathless announcements: Funds are just being released for this now! The Bureau of Reliquary, Fill Dirt, Rice Weevil Eradication and Toiletries is announcing their Five Year Plan for this crater!
We're all supposed to run in place while the Implementation of the Overarching Arrangement of the Synod of Blueprints of the Delegation of Design of the System Subcommittee of Schemes working with the Council of Convocations Delegation to the Body of the Congress of Lickspittle and Nepotism figger out where we all fit in their universe- you know, the one their faux socialist professors banged into their pointy little heads. EU, or Eeeeuuuww -- not a dime's bit of difference.
The paint's peeling off the "Coming Soon" sign from age, generally, if the goverment's involved heavily. It takes a year to get a building permit, minimum, in the town I live in. The house gets built in ninety days, by the people being ordered around by the those folks that need a year to make up their minds if you deserve that roof over your head.
So how am I going to prove it? How am I going to prove that Al Gore doesn't know how to run an Ice Cream Parlor, never mind a country --never mind a whole planet? How am I going to prove that someone that can't find billing records when they appear to be the most important thing in the world is unlikely to be of use running the entire healthcare industry, where laying your hands on records in a timely fashion seems kind of important to the persons involved, as they point the physicians towards the correct limb to remove and so forth? Easy.
I can prove people are busy doing things all the time you wouldn't expect, or anticipate, and no matter how kooky and weird they might be, you can't predict which will pan out. Let's go to the Patent Office. At the Patent Office, everybody's equal; just right it down and we'll see what pans out.
Item 1: Bird Diaper
Item 2: Spaceship Warp Drive
So tell me, all you smartie pants; which one will pan out? Damned if I know. But I know one thing; if I left it up to you, you'd choose wrong, spectacularly wrong, nine times out of ten.
