Things That Go Boom
What a frightening place America has become in the past decade or two, and I’m going to go ahead, risking the sterling credibility of CHNN, and blame the bombings at the Boston Marathon (as well as nearly all the other such mass casualty events) on the righties. From guns to bombs, Republicans have an inordinate and unseemly fondness for death-dealing loud noises, and they all know it.
No, I’m not going to come right out and predict that the bombs were made by a Glenn Beck fan or Ted Nugent admirer, but given the target, that’s hardly impossible to imagine. Moreover, it seemed evident the righties themselves are afraid that will turn out to be the case, since they besieged lefty talk radio today, shouting about 40-year-old hippie bombings with an even more than usually lockstep repetitiveness. Their fervent if desperate hope is that it will, in fact, turn out to be the swarthy mooslim they instantly fingered, because if it isn’t….. uh, oh.
But even if it turns out to be a murderous A-rab who perpetrated this act, just like Sept. 11, ultimate responsibility can still be squarely laid at the door of the same murderous, imperialist right and its policies that have made us anathema in the Middle East since the end of WWII, but most especially these days. Iraq experienced more than twenty times the casualties in the same few days, and Bill O’Reilly isn’t the only American who doesn’t give a damn about that.
What’s happened since Sept. 11 is that a culture of violence and retribution once largely conducted abroad has now, as these things always do, come home, and the massive police state apparatus built up to fight “terror” seems to be much better at crushing dissent than it is at protecting innocents. Who, I ask you, woulda thunk? Worse, because this continual ratcheting down of civil liberties continues with every attack even after Americans attempted to toss out the party that got the ball rolling, we watch the carnage fully aware that we are increasingly helpless as citizens to try to stop it.
I expect yet another whack-a-mole humiliation for ordinary people; just as we glumly take off our shoes at airports, we’ll forgo knapsacks at marathons, presumably carrying the water, snacks, extra clothes, camera gear, etc. required by both participants and spectators at such an event in baskets on our heads or something.
But one thing I don’t expect is for this to stop. As Jeremiah Wright put it, obviously slicing a little too close to the bone for delicate Republican sensibilities, “the chickens have come home to roost.” And whether that means a righty setting a bomb personally, or a pretty predictable reaction from one of the right’s feverishly persecuted enemies, doesn’t much matter.
But if this was a left-wing terrorist, the only possibility that would truly relieve the right from deserved opprobrium at the moment, I’ll eat a KFC Double Down. Two of them.