In terms of sheer tonnage, the United States it the world’s leading producer of weapons-grade bureaucracy. Nothing officially happens in this country until it’s been recorded on a complicated and mysteriously-named form, approved, counter-signed, and carried to its final resting place in a dusty filing cabinet. It"s not our fault, though. After all, the country was founded on a written document that was born in a committee, crafted by a series of votes, and signed by one guy who then turned it over to fifty-five of his friends so they could countersign it.

Building on that humble beginning, the United States has elevated bureaucracy to a art form. If bureaucracy were an Olympic event, the United States would be the hands-down winner in every competition. (Of course, given the difficulty involved in filling out the necessary "Permission to Train", "Permission to Apply for Permission to Travel to the Site of Competition", "Travel Pre-Authorization", "Approval for Travel", "Permission to Compete", and "Permission for a Discrete Moment of Celebration Upon Achieving Victory" forms, we'd probably never have a competitor who actually made it to the games.)....

My wife met me at the door when I came home and said, "Guess what came in the mail today?" After more than two decades of marriage I know better than to give her a straight answer to a question like that.

So I said, "I don’t know. My commitment papers?"

"No. I keep those in the fire safe for when I really need them. What came today was a coupon to the home improvement store. If we spend fifty dollars, we get ten dollars off! It’s to get us started on a project."

By us she meant me and by project she meant some-ill-conceived-poorly-executed-attempt-at-home-improvement-that-will-result-in-thousands-of-dollars-of-unplanned-repairs-and-marital-therapy.

I answered the only way I could, the way guys have answered for years, the one-size-fits-all of evasive answers; "I’m too busy right now."

This might have been more convincing if I hadn’t been pushing past her to get the to TV remote when I said it....

I like to think of myself as an easy-going guy; relaxed, laid-back, and fun to be around. I'd actually be like that if I just didn’t have to deal with other people. Some people have bad joints that flare up in rainy weather. Others have sciatica that troubles them when it's damp. Me? I have a streak of crankiness that comes on strong when people annoy me.

Like all of the blind people who have driver's licenses.

Really.

I'll be tooling along, rocking-out to some lost hit from my youth like Peter Schilling's Coming Home (and hoping that nobody in the other cars can lip read) when some moron will try to change into my lane WHILE I'M STILL USING IT!...

There was a time in this country when having an MBA meant something. It was the symbol of an accomplished business leader, a mark of distinction, a sign that said, "this person was willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars and hours in pursuit of a piece of parchment." Everybody wanted one and universities responded with a huge variety of mutant MBA programs -- the Executive MBA, the MBA for Working Persons, the MBA for persons who don't work, but would if they had an MBA, the MBA for NBA, the NASCAR MBA, and the MBA for the Criminally Insane. MBAs are now so common that some Universities are giving away one MBA with every regular graduation or cafeteria meal.

The American Businesses Leaders (at least those who are still employed) are saying, "Enough! If you – Mr. University President – want to distinguish your MBA program from the rest you're going to have to shift to a new paradigm, think outside the box, and re-energize your core competencies."

(Aside: Remember that the current world financial system was created and is maintained by people who talk just like this.)

What this really means is that MBA programs that want to survive are going to have to teach more than just buzzwords, they'll have to focus on actual, useful, real-world business skills.