And now, it’s time for the news.

Okay. I’m going to turn on the news now, but I’d much rather just look at pictures of kittens and puppies.

I’ve seen other pictures though – pictures of the wounded, pictures of blood, pictures of people rushing to help, pictures of first responders looking around to see where the danger was so they could run toward it.

And I’ve heard many of the stories already. Limbs blasted off. Wounds. Injuries. Explosions designed for maximum damage and as many casualties as possible. Word that filtered out all day that among the three fatalities was an 8 year old kid. And then the faceless and nameless child was given a face and a name.

Martin Richard. He was eating ice cream when he was killed. He was killed because he was there with his family watching his daddy run. Someone hated him that much.

And then there’s the inevitable comparison of tragedies. This isn’t worse than 9/11. Okay, fine, if we have to rate them. Is this worse than Sandy Hook?

I don’t know. How do you catalogue and rate endless human tragedies like this? At Sandy Hook, we had a diseased individual whose final contribution to this planet was to sear a date and a place into the national consciousness.

But in Boston we’ve got someone or some group who seemed to just want to hurt people, who planted the bombs at the right place and set them to go off at the right time to hurt as many as possible. And so far as we know now, they did it without putting themselves in danger. They hid. They got away.

To whoever this person or this group is, let me say this, with all the sincerity in my heart:

Fuck you. We’re bigger than you. You can’t beat us, no matter how you see us as an enemy. We’re going to have more marathons. We’re going to have more parties. We’re going to have more celebrations and public events. We’re going to continue to live our lives. In the meantime, your life has changed forever. We’re coming for you. We’re going to find you. But before your payment comes due, you’re going to watch us in hatred and jealousy continuing to live our lives. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Our lives will continue. Yours is over.

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