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#*‘Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale*!                           H. W. Longfellow When bureaucrats, with obfuscation monotone in data-speak and mumble to their mutinous nation, bloodless vessels spring a leak. Scan in vain the rolling breakers; leadership is out to sea. Overscripted undertakers claim to speak for you and me… The Ship of State, adrift, becalmed floats on; a most ill-fated craft. The body politic, unembalmed begins to ripen fore and aft. The crew, grown callous to the rot and numbed by such expediency with one last desperate cannon shot forsake all hope of mutiny. While computers spit statistics, crewmen spread the expectant word; (no more trust in mere ballistics… hope delayed is hope transferred.) “Make ready to abandon ship ! The captain’s just a talking head. Lower the lifeboat, let her rip – before, like him, we end up dead…” The Ship of State is rent with breaches data-leakage, data driven – the lifeboat flounders, coral-riven seeking distant wave-washed beaches.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Data at the Helm
#*‘Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale*!                           H. W. Longfellow When bureaucrats, with obfuscation monotone in data-speak and mumble to their mutinous nation, bloodless vessels spring a leak. Scan in vain the rolling breakers; leadership is out to sea. Overscripted undertakers claim to speak for you and me… The Ship of State, adrift, becalmed floats on; a most ill-fated craft. The body politic, unembalmed begins to ripen fore and aft. The crew, grown callous to the rot and numbed by such expediency with one last desperate cannon shot forsake all hope of mutiny. While computers spit statistics, crewmen spread the expectant word; (no more trust in mere ballistics… hope delayed is hope transferred.) “Make ready to abandon ship ! The captain’s just a talking head. Lower the lifeboat, let her rip – before, like him, we end up dead…” The Ship of State is rent with breaches data-leakage, data driven – the lifeboat flounders, coral-riven seeking distant wave-washed beaches.
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/adieu-april-may-you-return/ ►☼◄
#politics#crisis#shipwreck#mutiny#bureaucrats
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
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