3 killed in Boston bombing yesterday. 55 killed in Iraq bombings yesterday.

Yesterday some crazy person killed three people in Boston.  Yesterday some crazy people killed 55 people in Iraq.  Every front page in America has the first story, with pictures, information on the victims, reflection on what it means.  You have to dig around to find out the second story happened.  It's covered more in non-US publications and news sources.  The same day four or five people (no one knows for sure, no film crews are there, no photographers) were killed by flying drones in Pakistan.  You really have to dig around to find out about the third story.  It would be embarrassing to say crazy people killed the people in Pakistan, because we elected them: our last two presidents, congressmen, senators.  The people that operate the drones could even be neighbors or classmates.

Nobody has claimed responsibility for the bombings.  All the killers are anonymous.  In Boston, people assume a foreigner since it was a bomb, although we provide plenty of senseless killing sprees by natives with guns that are only useful for soldiers but are easily bought and sold.  The Boston Marathon was paying tribute to victims of the mass killing in Connecticut near where the bombs went off.  In Iraq, it's assumed the bombers were radical political groups, as that has been somewhat routine for the past decade.   In Pakistan, it's assumed the drone was operated by the US, which has also become routine.  Like the other bombers, our government does not typically choose to comment or claim responsibility for our killing.

We are happily sheltered in the US.  For three people to be killed senselessly on a beautiful day on the street is happily a horrible shock.  Front page stuff.  Breaking news.  Elsewhere it's horribly routine.  The sad story of a boy killed and his mother and sister cruelly injured is sadly repeated daily overseas, sometimes at the direction of our government.

There are crazy people out there who care more for their agendas, psychosis, egos, and way of life than the precious lives of others.  From yesterday's news, we learned that they live in Boston, Iraq, and Washington.

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