|The Grand Inquisitor|
So, I've read a bit about the Republican guy who would "be the first in line" to torture the kid who built the bombs and set them off in Boston last week. I read, too, the opinions of those who think the kid should be tried in a military court despite the fact that he's an American citizen and that's against the law. I read that he is charged with using a "weapon of mass destruction" (and can't help but feel the irony of those illusory WMDs in Iraq so many years ago that launched a thousand ships) despite the seeming humble origins of pressure cooker, nails, metal. I have wondered, with others, why the poor souls of West, Texas who disappeared in an apocalyptic explosion and fire, haven't warranted the same amount of outrage and/or horror of those attending the Boston Marathon last week. I flipped through scores of powerful photos on the internet of refugees, maimed children and grieving men and women in the streets of Syria, where scores die every single day. I shrink from the Facebook posts exclaiming over the kick-ass law enforcement of Boston and all the cliches of bravery and fortitude that have followed. I listened carefully to those who are nervous about traveling to big cities with their children. I even argued a bit over on Maggie May's blog with a guy who was carrying a huge stick and swinging it wildly.
I don't know quite what to make of all of this and wish that I could just turn it all off.
I read this, though, which put my unease, if not to rest, then at least in perspective.