I am a swirling mass of contradictions and cognitive dissonance hoping an enterprising journalist will outsource his poor scruples to a private investigator who can hack my head and give me my opinions in a pithy headline.
I hate the Murdoch monopoly and craven Conservatives, but prefer a Murdoch with the human instincts to protect someone he likes (Rebekah Brooks) and has an emotional attachment to a disappearing industry that needs propping up to the anonimised depersonalised “interests of shareholders”.
I think communications should be sacrosanct and that the organisation that created the phone hackers should burn, but I applaud wikileaks.
I think information should be free but won’t tell Facebook what I am up to.
I don’t want to give my private details over to the state, but my Twitter account has my latest mental state.
I think the rioting is making a point, but it is not one the rioters are making. Even in this they are alienated from their actions.
I don’t mind when the rioters smash the windows at Tesco in Bristol, but am saddened when they take e-numbers off the shelves in Hackney.
I want all this to hurt the Tories politically, but know that the other side is also complicit.
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how this resonates! Reminds me of Alice Walker “wrap your contradictions around you like a shawl, to parry stones, to keep you warm.”
Thank goodness for complexity, paradox, confusion and the voice to holler it all out.