Here is the answer to,"summer flounder what the hell".
[FONT=CG Times (US)]The Plan[/FONT]
In the Beginning was The Plan
And then came The Regulations
And The Regulations were without form
And The Plan was completely without substance
And the darkness was upon the face of the fishermen.
And they spoke among themselves, saying, "It is a crock of shit, and It stinketh"
And the fisherman went unto their Leaders and sayeth,
"It is a pail of dung and none may-abide the odor thereof"
And the fishermen's Leaders went unto the Fishery Management Council and sayeth unto Them,
"It is a container of excrement and it is very strong such that none may abide by it"
And the Fishery Management Council went unto NMFS and sayeth,
"It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength."
And NMFS spoke amongst themselves, saying one to another,
"It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong."
And NMFS went unto the Head of NMFS and sayeth unto him,
"It promotes growth and is very powerful."
And the Head of NMFS went unto the Secretary of Commerce and sayeth unto Him,
"This new Plan will actively promote the growth and efficiency of the Industry,
and these Areas in particular."
And the Secretary of Commerce looked upon The Plan,
And saw that it was good, and The Plan became Policy.
This Is How Shit Happens[FONT=CG Times (US)].[/FONT]
Author Unknown
When I got it in the late '80's it had been faxed so many times I could hardly read it.
