Inspector Clueless
Nyet, tovarisch! Zis is not state-approved meal!
Leaving aside for a moment the extremely worrisome event of the government telling a person what they will eat, since when is fried chicken nuggets a healthier meal than a turkey sandwich and a banana? I suppose we shouldn't be surprised, since the primary requirement for becoming a government inspector of any stripe is a complete and utter lack of marketable job skills.
We have an organization (and I use the word loosely) here in Texas called "DADS". The acronym stands for Department of Aging and Disability Services. Their nominal responsibility is to inspect old-folks homes. Not a bad idea, I grant you. But the government implemented the idea, and that made it bad.
The "inspectors" for this department are roughly comparable in intelligence, reasoning ability, and critical thinking skills to lobotomized chimps. Example: I've been designing, selling, installing, and consulting for fire protection systems for the better part of 20 years. All modesty aside (what little I possess in the first place), I'm damned good at what I do. Yet I have been subjected to the experience of listening to one of these screeching primates with a badge hoot at me for an hour concerning fire code and the proper application thereof. Bonus: the week before that, she was a hairdresser. Seriously. The requirement for these "inspectors" is a five-day course taught by a state bureaucrat. They don't even have to pay for the course.
Her badge + five days > 4 years education + twenty years experience.
The outcome of that encounter, by the way, was that we installed it incorrectly and in violation of code, on direct insistence of and instructions from the state "inspector." She signed the papers. Hope those old geezers can run faster than a fire.
How well do you suppose this formula is going to work for healthcare? "Oh, nonononoNOOOOO! You can't attach that artery THERE! I insist you stitch it to the patient's forehead. Well, what are you staring at me for? Do it NOW! LOOK AT THE BADGE, GODDAMMIT!"
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Hat-tip to Kirk M.
A Hoke County preschooler was fed chicken nuggets for lunch because a state worker felt that her homemade lunch did not have enough nutritional value...
The West Hoke Elementary School student was in her More at Four classroom when a state agent who was inspecting lunch boxes decided that her packed lunch — which consisted of a turkey and cheese sandwich, a banana, apple juice and potato chips — “did not meet U.S. Department of Agriculture guidelines.”
Leaving aside for a moment the extremely worrisome event of the government telling a person what they will eat, since when is fried chicken nuggets a healthier meal than a turkey sandwich and a banana? I suppose we shouldn't be surprised, since the primary requirement for becoming a government inspector of any stripe is a complete and utter lack of marketable job skills.
We have an organization (and I use the word loosely) here in Texas called "DADS". The acronym stands for Department of Aging and Disability Services. Their nominal responsibility is to inspect old-folks homes. Not a bad idea, I grant you. But the government implemented the idea, and that made it bad.
The "inspectors" for this department are roughly comparable in intelligence, reasoning ability, and critical thinking skills to lobotomized chimps. Example: I've been designing, selling, installing, and consulting for fire protection systems for the better part of 20 years. All modesty aside (what little I possess in the first place), I'm damned good at what I do. Yet I have been subjected to the experience of listening to one of these screeching primates with a badge hoot at me for an hour concerning fire code and the proper application thereof. Bonus: the week before that, she was a hairdresser. Seriously. The requirement for these "inspectors" is a five-day course taught by a state bureaucrat. They don't even have to pay for the course.
Her badge + five days > 4 years education + twenty years experience.
The outcome of that encounter, by the way, was that we installed it incorrectly and in violation of code, on direct insistence of and instructions from the state "inspector." She signed the papers. Hope those old geezers can run faster than a fire.
How well do you suppose this formula is going to work for healthcare? "Oh, nonononoNOOOOO! You can't attach that artery THERE! I insist you stitch it to the patient's forehead. Well, what are you staring at me for? Do it NOW! LOOK AT THE BADGE, GODDAMMIT!"
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Hat-tip to Kirk M.
posted by Jar(egg)head at 13:25
2 Comments:
Every year, you read more and more of these stories of government "officials" make incredibly stupid remarks or decisions, and every year, more people scream for more government. The path we have set forth on does not lead to a safer future, but to tyranny. Any time I see the government take a little bit more, I think of a great Star Wars quote: So this is how liberty dies, to thunderous applause
I'm actually surprised that you let that dumb ass "inspector" have her way. In fact, I'm quite surprised she survived the encountered at all. I would have assumed your verbal response to that situation would be lethal to lesser humans.
My usual tactic with that kind of meddlesome idiot is to smile, nod vigorously, agree with everything they say and then do what I was going to do anyway. They are typically so focused on their pathetic ego that they stop paying any attention to the actual job once they've had "their say".
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