An acronym that promises everything, delivers hot air, and somehow runs the room
There was a time when acronyms carried weight. They were carved into briefing binders like runes. NATO meant tanks. NASA meant rockets. Even KFC meant chicken, back when chicken still resembled something that once walked the earth. But then came the modern era, that golden age of administrative reinvention, where every committee, subcommittee, task force, and cross‑sector initiative needed a name that sounded like it could save civilization while doing absolutely nothing measurable. And thus, inevitably, we arrived at GFAN.
