Some days I nap because the world is too much to tolerate. The count now from Boston is 3 dead, at least 144 injured. Eight-year-old Martin Richard was waiting with his mother and two siblings to give his old man a hug when he crossed the finish line. Problem was, the shrapnel went out close to the ground, so adults lost legs. I don’t know the specifics with Martin, but he got killed. His mother and one sister were seriously injured.
One of television’s talking heads mentioned yesterday that you can go online and watch videos on how to make bombs. And this is okay? America continues to reduce the First Amendment to an absurdity.
John Coffee in the film The Green Mile speaks for me this morning: “I’m tired of people being ugly to each other. I’m tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There’s too much of it. It’s like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?” I don’t feel stabbed in the head, just tired. “Awful tired now, boss. Dog tired.”