I decided to "follow" a well known preacher of radical Islam on twitter. It turned out that he was too busy making appearances on TV to tweet much, so I "un-followed" him again.
It was a pointless exercise apart from flagging up my name to the intelligence services. I'm sure they have a profile of me anyway and I have nothing to worry about. They're there to protect me, right?
I considered contacting the radical Islamist to try and establish if he condoned, or condemned, the murder of Lee Rigby. I decided against it.
Despite the normal emotional reactions to the events in Woolwich, there are reasons why my sensible side urges me not to cover this in too much depth.
My self imposed rules of engagement, discourage me entering into either side of a dialectic, and it is a dialectical argument!
If I were to write about my thoughts and feelings, I could risk either arrest by the authorities, or retribution from militant Muslims. Its just not worth it. There are too many pitfalls. It's not even my battle to fight, specifically.
So ill get back into the box again, where I can barely make out the image of the world around. That's loud enough and bright enough for me to contend with. In the meantime there may be some cogitation going on which might hit the keyboard for an airing, or it might not.