Boats are better getaway vehicles on water than in Watertown

We got him! The second suspect in the Boston Marathon bombings was finally cornered in a boat in a Watertown, MA, backyard. Authorities were able to safely capture him alive and all is right with the world again. Chalk this one up as a win with a capital W.

But wait. The entire Boston area was on lockdown for pretty much a whole day before somebody finally pointed out, uh, dudes, we can’t just lock down a whole city, I mean, WTF? We’re calling these guys terrorists, right? And they managed to completely stop everything except for dudes with uniforms and firearms in one of our largest and most historically significant cities, right? How else do you define terror? I think they kind of accomplished their goal.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, easy for you to say, sitting all comfy halfway across the country from where this is all going down. True. I am halfway across the country… just a couple hours away from where a small town was leveled by a fertilizer plant explosion… where, at this writing, 14 people are confirmed dead and 60 more are still unaccounted for. The webs are all abuzz about what is being done to help the victims of the attack in Boston, but aside from brief mentions of the Red Cross, I haven’t heard word one about assistance being provided to a whole town full of families sitting in the hospital, struggling to recover while mourning the loss of their homes, their friends… life as they knew it.

And us. The American people. When 9/11 struck, this country was united like never before… at least for a little while. This Boston attack has done just the opposite. It has revealed our true hateful natures. As soon as it happened, speculations and accusations were flying every which way. TV personalities saying “I hope it’s a white guy,” plenty more swearing up and down that it’s a right wing radical Tea Partier (which I still don’t understand, since Tea Party folks generally lean more toward the libertarian side, but whatever), half the country secretly “knowing” it’s another radical Islamic sect… Hell, I think I even heard Doc Brown blaming the Libyans! Then it comes out that they’re Chechens and oh, those dirty Chechens, they’re just evil… but um, actually, even though they may be of Chechen heritage, it seems they’re really not connected with that country at all.

So, yeah, it’s pretty cool that we’ve got this suspect in custody, and without any further loss of life. But what has it shown us about ourselves? And what has it cost us?

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