Every day in public health feels like watching a slow-motion car crash directed by idiots who think they’re brilliant. Today’s episode? Reduction in force—a polite little phrase for “let’s axe the people who actually know what the hell they’re doing.”

We’re talking folks with 5, 7, and even 10 plus years of tenure, shown the door like they’re disposable coffee filters. Then, like a cosmic punchline, their positions magically reopen so some newbie can be hired at half the pay, no loyalty, and a 50/50 shot they’ll quit after two months.

Genius, right? Morons in charge. Morons on parade.

It started with a 20% funding cut. Then—surprise!—reduced to 5%. But instead of recalibrating, the overlords double down: “Still gotta make reductions!”

Translation: “We don’t have a clue, but hey, let’s keep pretending we do.”

So now it’s me watching leadership light the place on fire while sipping a beer and thinking: this isn’t survival of the fittest, it’s survival of the dumbest.

And the people who really suffer? Not us. Not them. The patients.

Because when you gut experience, you gut care. When you replace grit with revolving-door hires, you trade public health for public hazard.

But what do I know? I’m just the guy in the ashes, watching the circus, calling it like I see it.

Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.

—Saint Dirty Face™