The litany of today is, "it's not my fault."

I'm watching someone go down in flames. And it's not my fault.
I didn't make the decision to put them in their position. That's not my fault.
I haven't been consistently not asking the right questions. Not my fault.

I hate it beyond belief. Because I just can't stomach blood sports. And I
want it to be my fault, so I can fix it.