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The Party is in Boston

Applaud the police, sure, okay, a job done well, it seems, in a time quite turbulent, for sure. Feel pride in your city, yes, I get that too. I still rep mine, strong, even after I left her. But, at the risk of being a kill joy and coming off anti-something-or-other I feel as... angry?  No, disappointed... as I did when "we got Bin Laden." Death.  No, murder, in any name, is not cause for celebration. Somber reflection, consideration, and resolve to improve our human community That's what, I feel, should be, in our collective mind... but, instead, I feel the frenzy of American relief... something I can understand, even if I tend to disagree...
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brian-t-baker
American
Published
Apr 20, 2013
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I guess I have mixed feelings anytime an emotional (American) public takes to the streets in celebration over a "terrorist's" death... Even if everything we've read/seen is true (and I'm not saying it's not) I don't think a party cued by death is appropriate...

But, I recognize there can be / probably are other reasons... congratulations police. A collective sigh of relief.  The return of safety to your city...

.... but where is the lesson? Will we learn to love better and heal our community?  Or will this give rise to new paranoia and further tyranny?

... I guess we'll see.

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