The eager innocent eyes are those of Martin Richard, 8 years old, first victim of the depraved bombers who desecrated the Boston Marathon. The marathon commemorates the horseback ride of Paul Revere to rouse his fellow countrymen on April 15th, 1775, at the time of the birth of the United States. April 15th is now celebrated as Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts. The Boston Marathon has been run since 1897. It has grown to be a joyful international affair; this year athletes from 90 countries of the world came to run, to compete, to share fellowship.
Who are these terrorists who choose such an occasion to kill and maim and destroy? It really doesn’t matter whether they are home-grown or from abroad. Like all common criminals anywhere in the world, they share a mind-set. They think they are “heroes,” they think they are “big men,” they think their ideas and desires override anyone or anything else in existence.
They are not heroes. They are not big men. They are in reality only little lice, crawling about the surface of the earth, cowardly, sneaking, sniveling. They are SOTE, a new category of vermin. Scum Of The Earth is what they are.
And are our hands completely clean? I think there is enough blood to go around —
When T.S. Eliot wrote, “April is the cruelest month,” do you think he had April in America in mind? The Columbine shootings, the Oklahoma City bombing, the Virginia Tech shootings, and now the Boston Marathon bombings — all of them happened in April.
Twenty-six people dead in Newtown, Connecticut, not by bombs, but by military style assault weapons. Twenty of them were younger even than Martin Richard! And yet the first tiniest step toward sensible gun control is still being fought tooth and nail at this very moment by billion-dollar arms lobbies of our fellow countrymen. What has happened to us? The America I remember from my civics classes in grade school a thousand years ago — the land of opportunity, of equality, of liberty and justice for all — seems a long ago ideal, no longer “relevant.”
What can we do to turn things around? To bring our lived reality closer to our professed ideals? Comments are requested from those younger, more optimistic, less worn down than I am —