You - as in the royal ewe - can call it Management. You can call it 'access' - like a long as line to a new prisoner in the metaphorical showers of life. You can offer another metaphor - as the searcher did - something akin to an ugly, gnarly dude fucking your sister. Or - you can call it like Dv8 - and just say - this is a sacrifice area - something to preserve other areas. But don't call it responsible management. That's like calling OJ's "If I Did It" a book. It's wiping product - at best. There is not even a memory of the trails on west mag - there is not a fucking Iota of the experience that was once there...fucking pave it. fucking burn it. it is a horrifying example - of what we humans do - when we are left to our own devices - as a collective. It - Is - Death.