Originally Posted Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Last night after working and then printing up pictures in the studio, I came home to fix a late dinner and watch the news. I had heard about the Boston Marathon bombings but had seen nothing. What I saw was horrendous. There was little to see but the looped video of the explosion by some videographer at the finish line, some twenty seconds of video shown over and over and over and over while Rachel Maddow or Anderson Cooper interviewed anyone they could endlessly, people who had nothing to say but trite, self-serving remarks. Even Maddow's prayers went out to the families, yada yada yada.
The event itself is an atrocity. Absolute evil. The "news" coverage, though, was an insult to the pathos of the event. As I watched, I was angry, angered by the event, insulted by the reporting.
On my way home from work, I had called my mother and she had told me of the bombing. "It's definitely done by people who have a fervent belief in God," I told her. "They see their act as justified whether they are Christian or Moslem. This definitely was not done by faithless hippies."
That pretty much ended our conversation about the bombings.
We live in weird and terrible times.
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