Showing posts with label Boston marathon bombing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston marathon bombing. Show all posts

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

A Few Thoughts on Manhunts and Lockdowns

Don't get me wrong: I am delighted that scumbag Dzhokhar Tsarnaev is in custody.  As a precedent, though, the manhunt/lockdown is a little ... troubling, isn't it?  Here's some food for thought in the aftermath: see this, this, and this:
Of the many uncomfortable truths emerging from last week’s bombing and subsequent manhunt—including the fact that American cities are still vulnerable to Islamic terrorism—one of the most troubling but least talked-about is the fact that martial law may now become part of the municipal playbook.
Greeeeeeeeeeeeat.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Thank Goodness It's a New Week

Last week was almost unremittingly horrific: the Boston Marathon bombing, the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas, the earthquake in China.  The admirable behavior of decent common folks who rushed to help in bad circumstances was almost (but NOT) outshouted by the incredibly awful behavior of some news media and partisan pundits looking to score cheap points.   Let's not give any more time to people behaving badly; instead let me encourage you to donate to one of the many charities who are working in the aftermath of these disasters.

The highlight of the entire week of dread is that the bombing suspects did not escape.  Add the funeral of Maggie Thatcher, not that it happened, but that it was a reminder of that great lady, the first woman to be head of a major Western nation.  We're all emotionally exhausted.  Here's looking forward to a new week, as I wish you all the very best.  I'm not feeling too well, so there might not be too much posting.

Monday, April 15, 2013

The Boston Globe's Live Blog of the Marathon Bombing

I'm away for an afternoon and then come home to this when I check my news feeds.  Here's the Boston Globe for the news as it comes in.  A useful reminder from the Insta-Prof.  What kind of sick bastard would target the delightful Boston Marathon?  Horrible, horrible.