laptop said:
It seems that you are, for tonight at least, associating yourself with the claim that they could not have taken a train from Luton to London.
I have not noticed you denying that they were in Luton, or that they were in London.
It
seems? Now who's speculating?
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You raise a serious point here, though:
laptop said:
So you are content to have
no account at all of what happened?
Which is preferable - having no full account or having a multitude of accounts, all of which contain inconsistancies?
What the fuck has happened to our minds that we
need a story - a cohesive narrative that accounts for all known facts
and disinformation - before we can point at inconsistencies or disinformation and call them for the shit that they are?
Is it a product of the information age we inhabit, that we cannot rest unless all aspects of an occurance are explained in a seamless narrative?
Stories. I've gone on about this before. That's what the media do for us - everything is explained away in a nice, neat narrative, that leaves us with a feeling of 'completeness', of 'understanding' - questions like 'Why do the terrorists hate us?' are tidily explained away in a well rounded jackanory. Everything is packaged in a nice, neat easily digestable bundle that saves us having to think, having to wonder, having to lie awake at night too often.
Inconsistencies and awkward facts are ignored, trimmed off and forgotten on the cutting room floor... anything to enable us to be presented with an intellectually unchallenging, uncluttered and simple apologue which we willingly ingest - as the alternative: Confusion, restlessness, the troubled mind - remind us of our fallibility, our lack of control, our ignorance.
And boy, does that scare us.
So, No. I'm not that interested in stories.