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In the Terry Prachett book Eric, the demons of hell deal with their bureaucracy-obsessed king by convincing him to undertake the (eternal) task of creating a plan for all of damnation, complete with goals, policies, and mission statements, so that they can get back to their own work.  Even the inmates are relieved that plastic plants and offensively bland music have been replaced with fire and brimstone.  I considered this to be one of the more genius things I had ever read, with many potential applications in my working life.  Then I realized that without goals, policies, and mission statements my job probably wouldn’t exist, and I decided not to think about it any more.

Can’t believe this utter crap was on the front page of google news.  Cause really, it doesn’t make any sense to question a system that creates ungodly expensive treatment options that might allow an elderly person a few more miserable years or months of life, then call the ethics of their families into question when they’re not absolutely certain that it’s right to ruin themselves financially to pay for it.  Yeah, that’s the way health care should be – force people to make agonizing choices so that pharmaceutical and medical device companies pull in massive profits.