Today is Patriots' Day, anniversary of the "shot heard 'round the world," the Battles of Lexington and Concord, which were the first battles of the American Revolution. As a kid growing up a minuteman's march away from Concord, we got a heavy dose of colonial history at pretty much every grade level. But I knew this day for primarily three reasons: we got the day off from school, the Red Sox always had a day game, and the Boston Marathon was being run.
So today's explosions at the marathon really hit home at a very visceral level. Like someone is reaching back into my childhood and ripping that illusion of safety and predictability right away from my six-year-old eyes.
I am stricken on behalf of those who were killed, injured, or otherwise traumatized today, and their families and friends. And I am mad as hell at whoever thought they'd like to make a statement by doing this on Patriots' Day. Get this straight: you are not a patriot. You are a disgusting piece of filth. And the only revolution you're going to trigger is a renewed sense of common decency and compassion for our fellow human beings.