“All this for one man?” the headline on the Facebook post screams, making its disapproval clear.
The headline is superimposed over a montage of photos taken from the manhunt in Boston organized to apprehend Dzhokar Tsarnaev, the second of two suspects in the Boston Marathon bombing on Monday, April 15. The other suspect , Tsarnaev’s older brother Tamerlan, was shot to death by police on Thursday.
The message is obvious. Why is Boston spending so much money to catch one man whose whereabouts have been narrowed to a relatively targeted area?
Of course, the post has drawn the usual rash of heated comments from people who are quick to be suspicious of any organized effort that appears to be costing the taxpayers money.
But for what it’s worth, here’s my take:
No. All this fuss is not being made for one man. If it were, I would agree that it’s a little out of proportion.
But it’s not being done for him. It’s being done for some 600,000 people.
That would be the estimated population of Boston.
In today’s headlines, we have this little gem from The Huffington Post:
New Hampshire Republican lawmaker Peter Hansen drew outrage from his own party when he sent out an email to his colleagues on the official legislative electronic mailing list earlier this month in which he referred to women as (and here I am quoting him directly) “vagina’s.”
Here’s the direct quote:
What could possibly be missing from those factual tales of successful retreat in VT, Germany, and the bowels of Amsterdam? Why children and vagina’s of course. While the tales relate the actions of a solitary male the outcome cannot relate to similar situations where children and women and mothers are the potential victims.
Am I outraged too? You’d better believe it. I am shocked and appalled. Everyone knows you don’t form a plural by adding apostrophe “s.”
On the other hand, it does sort of figure. After all, this is probably only one of the countless ways in which he daily proves himself to be an utter ignoramus.
Today’s poetry challenge from Writer’s Digest is to write a poem about some sort of infestation. Looking over some of the selections from earlier this morning, I find the usual infestations of insects and love/obsessions, plus some rather inventive ideas about infestations. Mine isn’t so much inventive, perhaps, as it is timely. This is about an infestation that is all too common in our schools.
Sign of the times
It could be just a hoax.
Some kid wanting a day off from school,
Or some kid who’s angry and doesn’t know how else to say it,
Or maybe just some kid writing stuff on bathroom walls
For no reason.
But it was in my inbox from corporate HQ,
And all the local schools are on alert,
(Although many have dismissed it as a copycat prank)
And most important,
My daughter had heard it, and was concerned.
And I don’t want my town to be next in the headlines.
And certainly not my daughter.
There have been so many towns
In so many headlines,
And so many daughters,
And so much national grief.
So today she has a headache
Which I informed her yesterday she would wake up with this morning.
That’s your story, and you’re sticking to it, I said.
Be consistent, and tell everyone you have a headache, I said,
Even your best friends.
And I thought, how ironic,
That the best proof I have today of my parental excellence,
Is how thoroughly I’ve coached her on how she should lie
In order to be safe.
I wasn’t inspired by today’s Poem-A-Day challenge from my usual source, so I decided to use my own idea. Because you can never have too many flower haikus.
Against the brick wall,
Bowing their luminous heads;
Cold rain stains the earth.