This Boston thing makes me realize what a hypocrite I am and has brought a sadness to my soul. On the one hand I claim to not believe in capitol punishment and profess all this spiritual bullshit and on the other there is no doubt if given the opportunity I would kill these bastards without a shred of guilt or remorse. There was an 8 year old girl who lost her legs in the bombing. There is no excuse for harming children
. When I was in San Diego at a raw food place I would go to the park and smoke a cigarettes and talk to this huge palm tree whose name was Bob. This father would bring his daughter who had that Humpty Dumpty gait of a little girl who has just learned how to walk. She had the whole place to walk except this one place, a circle of sand with a 6 inch high concrete wall around it. Inside were some things that might hurt the little girl. She was determined to get inside that circle. She would clop around stopping to examine a rock or a weed always looking to see where her father was. When she thought the coast was clear she would make a beeline clopping as fast as she could for the forbidden place. The father would slowly move to intercept her and block her way. Not a word was spoken. Realizing she was foiled again she would look up at the giant who was her father, stop, turn around and resume picking up rocks and sometimes petting a dog that someone had brought to the park. This was repeated over and over again. As I said she was a determined little girl. When it was time to go he would pick her up and swing her around she giggling and loving it. He would be carrying her away and I always loved the interaction between the two. He would be smiling and laughing as she happily pointed out all the wonders of the universe she had discovered that day.
I have no answers.