Concept of a Plan

I have a concept of a thing that may or may not be planned.

When a presidential candidate claimed to have a concept of a plan for healthcare, people laughed. Now that same candidate is a president in a war and when asked what was his exit plan for this war, he said, “It’s simple.”, then said an outcome. Not a plan. What he thinks is a plan, is really the outcome of whatever the plan is. He could be an idiot (most likely) or, and stay with me, the most incredibly adept liar of all time.

OK. For the record, he is factually the most incredible liar of all time. No one else is even close. So I thought, why can’t I have a concept of a plan? If someone asks what my plan is for the next five years, I can just say I have a concept of a plan.

I have a notion of a thought.

I have a rumination of a dream.

I have an ideation of a reality.

I have a sketch of a position.

I have a cartoon of a hypothetical.

I have a maquette of a theory.

I have a charette of a policy.

I have a System of a Down.

I have bromide of a platitude.

I have a recipe for disaster. It’s really something, which is better than nothing, even as it’s worth noting that it is actually no thing. It is without a doubt, a concept of a plan.