Debacle: (n) a complete collapse or failure.
It is my opinion that the word “debacle” and “failure” should never be linked.
As human beings, it is our responsibility to learn and appreciate the value of failure. In the long run, failure saves time, energy, money and much future humiliation.
That is, unless we try to fix our failure.
A debacle is an attempt—or many attempts—to mend a failure, so it appears there was never a misstep in the first place.
It is duct tape on a broken piece of glass.
It is an awkward apology to someone who’s truly been offended.
It is becoming offended yourself when the awkward apology is rejected.
It is trying to explain something unexplainable.
It is pardoning yourself before anyone else suggests you might be guiltless.
It is sitting in the middle of a mess and demanding it continue because funding is available.
It is repeating the same service over and over again, though nothing and no one is transformed.
It is taking a system that was crafted two hundred and fifty years ago and holding onto it through tradition, even though modern technology suggests there’s a need for alteration.
It is taking the side of your political party when it is obvious that error has been made.
It is swimming in an ocean when warned not to swim—simply because they don’t know how good a swimmer you are.
It is believing that since people are different, you can claim to be better.
It is arrogance added onto sin, dipped in pride…
…and deep-fried in unforgiveable ignorance.