Epilogue to Plebicide

It is too late now I fear; the path that we fools embarked

on has run its course. I with my supposed vision and
foresight can not see how we will recover from this crisis.
But if somehow we do manage to recover from, or at least
survive this, then I expect there will be a time for
reflection. The reflection will inevitably be followed by
finger pointing, and blame apportioning. It does not tax my
powers of vision and foresight to see that many, very many
of those fingers will be pointing at me. At times I hope we
don’t survive, as at least then I will avoid the
recriminations; no I don’t care, whatever happens I won’t
be here to see it.

I will be blamed; I’m sure, after -all project myxi was my

idea wasn’t it? But why does that have to make it my fault?
I was young, foolish and anyone could see that, someone,
anyone should have stopped me, could have stopped this
before I went too far, before we had started to move down
this irremediable path. No-one did stop me, maybe like me
everyone with the power to stop me, to stop this from
starting had fallen victim to the spin. No-one did stop me,
and now I will be blamed.

If there is a future; I will be held accountable. It will

not be soon, it will be later, when I’m no-longer here to
defend myself. Already their a few people left who could
testify in my defence and I doubt there are any who would.
What chance do I have of a defence, at times I pray that we
don’t survive, that is my only chance to avoid this.

I am not to blame; yes project myxi was my idea, but how

could I be to blame. I was young, foolish and right
honourable; anyone should have seen that and stopped me.
There must have been someone who could have stopped me,
challenged me, someone to convince me of the perils of this
project.

Mark Beech – 1st Draft, July 2010