Dear Boston Bomber Person,
I suppose you are happy now, you made it on the news. I guess you could even say you’re famous, for blowing up people and sidewalks. It must not mean much to you though, you won’t even take credit for it; I tend to agree with you. It was not really that impressive. Perhaps it was your first try, and you’re just too embarrassed to admit what a second-rate bomb builder you’ve turned out to be; yeah I guess you’re right.
I started thinking about all the “famous” bomb builders, you know the one who came up with the, the fella who blew up that government building. Oh, you remember, what was his name? Gosh, I can’t think any of them, can you?
I wonder if you are at home feeling as if you’ve made history. Does it feel good? I mean really, how many people can just sit at home and say to themselves, “Today, I blew up a sidewalk and killed some people” “Not to mention the ones I hurt.” Are you curious to find out if maybe you got lucky enough to get a couple of little kids? How about some old people? Yeah, nothing like those old people, must feel pretty good, huh?
Anyway, I guess we’ll never know who you are, unless of course they catch you. I am sure you are aware, they usually catch bomber people. So it’s probably a good thing you are hiding, who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and not get caught. But don’t you want to get caught? Isn’t that the purpose? Believe me, it doesn’t matter to most of us, one way or the other, we’ll forget all about the whole thing in a few days. Oh, everyone is very sad for the family and friends of those people you blew up and the sidewalk repairmen will probably curse you when they are working to fix the hole you made. But that’s it, no big deal. Really, you’ll probably just end up another forgotten nobody sitting somewhere on death row waiting for the day they decide to kill you. There will be some little blurb about it in the headlines that day, you know, like what you ordered for your last meal. Do you have a favorite food?
So don’t feel too bad about today. After the Trade Center thing, it was all downhill in terms of getting noticed. There is really nothing you could have done to compete with jet airliners hitting NY’s tallest skyscrapers. Come to think of it, I don’t know one single person who could give me the names of the dudes flying the planes, weird right?
I guess what I am trying to say is, you don’t really matter to us. The USA loves the good stuff, like apple pie, baseball and lazy days at the beach. We especially go crazy over post on Facebook, the ones that show people doing heroic things for each other. Those are the types of events that makes history here, so better luck next time. I will offer you one piece of advice before I go; it’s something my dad once told me.
“Doing the same thing over and over the same way and expecting different results….well now…that’s the definition of stupidity.”
An American Woman