Metaphorically speaking:
In a pretty little pond somewhere in America, resident fishes decide to hold a race. The remarkable thing about this race is that it will not be swum horizontally, from Point A to Point B, but will be swum vertically from bottom to top. The first fish to break the surface will be the winner.
Fish of various types and sizes enter the race, taking time from their everyday activities of swimming around aimlessly, gathering in schools to pass the time, and poking around the pond for food. Some appear at first to have some racing ability, although they demonstrate no previous experience or skill.
Others, swishing their tails, trying to look important, are just too dim to understand what they have gotten themselves into.
Two of the first entrants are bottom feeders, fellows who have never been to the surface of the water and have no clue what to expect when they get there. Still, they persevere. As the race proceeds, the other fish stumble over each other, wander off course, and eventually drop out. That makes the bottom feeders the only two left in the race. They become hostile, biting and slapping at each other, almost losing sight of the point of the race.
Finally, in strong pushes born of greed and selfishness, the two break the surface. There is no photo finish. The winner will have to be determined by committee.
Sound familiar?
Why is it always the opinion of someone else such as a committee when my little girl didn't win the beauty contest I merely thought of it as an opinion from a committee she was the winner
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