The crescendo of last
weeks national emotions have fallen as quickly as they rose. With some
magnificent help from the FBI the brothers Tsarnaev have been neutralized after
managing to burn their initials into the flesh of Boston. The remainder of
Americans join Bostonians in awesome praise of the coordination and cooperation
exemplified by the various levels of police from national to municipal.
There was some
speculation that the surviving Chechnyan may be tried by a military tribunal.
That ended abruptly when the lad was read his Miranda Rights. He will certainly
lawyer up and will probably tell all in return for not being executed.
In the meantime, the
broken lives and limbs are healing with boatloads of spunk shown by some of the
invalided victims.
In his own curing move,
O is off to West, Texas for a memorial service for the victims of the
fertilizer plant meltdown. West is but a few hours from where we live. It is a
suburb of Waco which, after having visited the city, is on my drive by list. I
cannot imagine West would have had much to offer the visitor. From what I
understand, it is pretty much gone. Sad.
Given the rate at which
we have been shooting each other and blowing things up here in the USA, it
should not be long before another incident occurs. The Canadians just caught a
group of would-be terrorists plotting to blow up some Canadian trains. I cannot
understand why as Canada as a nations still retains it virginity.
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