My fellow blithering eejits. It is with great pleasure that I accept your kind invitation to address you as the unknown gurrier, one among many. Humility, as we all know, is the greatest virtue but not widely practised, and so say all of us.
When eventually I am laid to rest in the tomb of the unknown gurrier, who shall shed a tear? Your place in history is assured, mine as a mute inglorious Milton merely an addendum. I am a statistic, a blip.
You are the men and women who know what to do. It may be said of you you are the people who knew what had to be done. Yes. The result stands before you. The judgement of history awaits.
You may write your own histories and I’m sure you will. Lies, damned lies and statistics. History is written by the victors. Who won the war? Truth, they say, is the first casualty. One among many.
The future lies before us. What else is new? Heroic mythology is all around, the good guys and the bad guys. I know which side you are on. As you keep saying. How could I forget?
To always be right as you are must be pleasurable, you seem satisfied. What of the gurriers of the Earth? Do they matter? Apparently not. History happens.
What have we gurriers to look forward to except winning the lotto? In the lottery of life we drew the short straw. Cannon fodder. Tread lightly for you tread on my dreams.
In your place would I do the same? The same only different. Is there no hope? I wouldn’t go that far. We have a lot to look forward to. A happy ending. And they all lived happily ever after. A tall story.
I am a simple minded man. Problems are complex. Is there a simple solution? Is a simple solution best? To a simple minded man, yes. But what would I know? You have power, I have not.
War and peace, fact or fiction? All too true, thanks to you. You have presided over many battles, to the victor the spoils. Power for its own sake. What power for the powerless?
Is right on your side? Who’s side are you on? The side of right or your side? The good guys get shot. Who has the bullets? You.
Is it true to say there are no good guys? Good is a myth. It is, unless believed in. Belief is proved in practice. Actions speak louder than words. I believe what you do, not what you say.
The state we’re in is not a state of grace. I understand you all too well. You would try the patience of a saint. Thank you for allowing me to speak. I allow myself. Unspoken words, seldom heard.
The truth lies bleeding.
30th March, 2017