Wow. What a week. I don't think I've been glued to my tv like that since North & South debuted in the 90s. Yikes.
I really didn't count on being as invested in Boston as I was. I rowed my first big crew races there in college. I lived there for three years: Moved because of a boy and stayed for school (and another boy). And unlike with California, it wasn't just a fling- I changed my license and car registration over, got an apartment and a job and paid taxes. WILLINGLY. But it still never dawned on me how strong I felt about the city until this happened.
And now it's over, and I'm glad, because Boston handled things quickly and efficiently. The BPD, ladies and gentleman, is a fantastic and fearsome machine of awesome. As an American, I honestly feel safer knowing there are people like the BPD roaming the streets. I hope DC handles things that well if we ever have an instance of an earthquake that turns out not to be.
So contrary to what this post looked like an hour ago, things have changed a ton. It appears that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev may have been part of a dyad, but he wasn't the weaker one: The self-inflicted throat wounds, and purposely running over Tamerlan after his brother had been tackled by a cop? Those are things a terrorist would do.
It's one thing to come to this country, hang out with your friends, and never integrate and then get bitter, but these kids were given opportunities and they tossed them right in the garbage.
And I'm done. Some people just suck. Evil is evil. I hope they throw the book at him so hard you can see the dent from space.