Flatspotted…

The world is not flat. You know that, of course, but with apologies to the person who gave “The Wold Is Flat” his title, I prefer:

the world has flat spots… like all cams and cogs that run long

No Help

If you can’t fix it. You don’t have an answer. Does it make any difference that you know the problem?

Reviewing a due-diligence effort, I noticed several questions on the acquirers template that had me wondering what the plan would be if the answer were “YES.” Would the acquisition be cancelled or altered? If so, how? What is it that the buyout firm would do with the information?

Their answer was that the purchase would go through, that the template was standard business practice. The answers to it, indicated problems that may have to be addressed. I then asked what the solutions would be to “several hypothetical wrong answers here.” No one had answers. Meaning, they didn’t have at hand, prompt solutions they could provide. So, they were uncovering problems, that they didn’t have solutions to, and they were asking questions that wouldn’t alter the decision. Aren’t roomfuls of MBAs great?

21st Quagmire

Medicine. You are stuck, sick, and you suck . Stuck between the government as a non caring wallet, distanced from trauma, yet putting forward proposals. Stuck on the other side by a culture of calculated profit, meaning, to make the most, do the least. From these affirming actions you are a resident of a land that prepares your old age treatment based upon preserving and enlarging. The Age Of E.D. over Education. This medical miracle brings you Affirmative Erection, stiff as ever, Peter Pan. You are stuck between a wallet and a hard place. You are surrendered to the care of the careless and callous. Enjoy your sleep.