and that is why I drink to that1  

Then there was the cursed prophecy of RAMCO, a magical scroll of digital logistics that was promised to bring liberation and streamlined grace to PHI-ddle Earth. It was supposed to be the "One Program to Rule Them All," but once it fell into the hands of the coon-a $$es from the deep Lafayette swamp, the dream turned into a burning wreckage. These swamp-dwellers, who could fix a turbine with a gum wrapper but couldn't navigate a dropdown menu to save their lives, b@stard-ized the code until the system became a labyrinth of nonsensical errors and ghost inventory. Instead of freedom, RAMCO became a digital plague that ravaged the landscape, forcing the Hobbits to spend more time fighting the software than the actual aircraft. To do this day it is effectively choking the life out of the fleet while the Uruk-Hai board members watch their flickering screens with vacant, dark satisfaction.