I enjoyed that read. I suspect that it probably pissed off a few folks.
I'm a grizzled, scarred old codger that spent most of his career, saying "Are you sure that's a good idea?", only to be ignored, and then put in charge of mopping up the blood.
I have learned that "I told you so." is absolutely, 1000% worthless. It doesn't even feel good, saying it.
What I have learned, is that, when I see someone dancing along a cliff edge, I quietly start figuring out where the mops are kept. If that person has any authority at all, I'll never be able to stop them from their calisthenics.
One of my favorite quotes is one that pretty much describes "hedgehogs":
"There's always an easy solution to every human problem; Neat, plausible and wrong."
There's another one, by the same chap (H. L. Mencken):
"The fact that I have no remedy for all the sorrows of the world is no reason for my accepting yours. It simply supports the strong probability that yours is a fake."
Of course, the issue is that for every 10,000 appalling, messy, featured-on-rotten-dot-com failures, there's one spectacular success. Since humans are biased to think of successful outcomes as more likely than they actually are, the ingredients for that success become a "recipe," and are slavishly reproduced, without any critical thought, or flexibility.
It's like a witch doctor's formula for headache cure is bat urine, dandruff from the shrunken head of a fallen warrior chief, eye of newt, boiled alligator snot, and ground willow bark. The willow bark is what did it, but the dandruff thing is the most eye-catching ingredient, so it gets the credit, and everytime the chief gets a hangover, they start a war.
Somewhere down the road, a copycat substitutes hemlock for the willow bark, and headaches become a death sentence.