As usual about this time every year, the VA’s Office of Inspector Gadget has to engage in puffed shirtery and extol their virtues to any who will pause to listen. Old growth trees are sacrificed on the altar of expediency to create this masterpiece. Thousands of dollars in printing are allotted as well. Considering they have a hard time finding their own asses without a methane detector, we at asknod find it ludicrous to think there is anything of import in the record.
Nevertheless, as we firmly believe in the value of faery tales’ applicability to everyday life, we begrudgingly offer this fig newton of the imagination to any and all who still believe in Santa Claus.