A Little Meme Action

This post may offend some, I do not mean to offend anyone, but I needed a little clever wit about this tragedy.  So I apologize if it offends you, I didn’t mean to, but this post does contain Memes about the Boston Marathon Bombing, so if you feel that it may be offensive to you, please don’t read any further.

And now for your viewing pleasure some of the Boston Marathon Memes

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And, for this next one.  Who else feels this way?


And, now for my favorite Uncle, Uncle Ruslan.  You go Uncle Ruslan.


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Yeah, really!
ht_facebook_meme_kb_130419_wmainIn all seriousness I am glad the nightmare of this past week is over, in the sense that the suspects have been found, one dead, and the other in custody.  Now it is time to pick up the pieces, support all of those who have had their lives tragically altered, and look towards tomorrow.

One final post.  This is not a meme, but a person from Facebook and their status.  I can’t say anymore then what has been said here.  This is so true and maybe people and the media will take notice and do just this.

I don’t want to know his name. I don’t want to see his face. I don’t want to know his life’s history, his back-story, who his family is, where he went to school, or what he liked to do in his spare time. I don’t want to know what “cause”, if any, he was fighting for. I don’t want to know why he did it, or may have done it, or what possessed him to carry out his actions. I don’t want to know. Because that’s what he really wants. I’ll be damned if I’m going to give him what he wants.

Put him on trial, but don’t cover it. Tell me when you decide to jail him for three lifetimes – because that number matters. That’s the number of lives he has to now pay for. That’s all I want to know about him. Nothing else.

Instead, tell me about the first responders who ran towards the fray, within seconds, fearless. Tell me about the ones wearing the yellow volunteer jacket, or the neon police vest, or even the ones in the regular everyday t-shirt who became a helper. Tell me the story about the first responder who held gauze over a wound until they made it to the hospital. Tell me the story about the volunteer who held the hand of the injured spectator until they got into the ambulance. In six months, tell me the story of those who lost a limb, who beat the odds, pulled through countless surgeries, and are learning to walk again. Tell me the story about the love, the compassion, and the never-ending support of thousands, millions, of people who support the victims here. Tell me their stories. Tell me everything you can, because they are the ones that matter. Tell me of the good that they have done, are doing, and will continue to do, regardless of… No, not regardless of, in spite of. In spite of that someone who would do them harm. Because that’s what freedom in this country means. It means coming together in the hardest of times, even in the face of unfathomable adversity, to make life better for all those around us.

Tell me the good stories. That’s all I want to hear.



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