Opinion: BASTARDS!

There comes these days. Days that no matter what faith you have in the human race, you just go "Ugh." Maybe you cry, maybe you're angry, maybe it doesn't sink in at first. But no matter how much you try and keep a positive view of humanity, there's going to be times you really don't know anymore. This is one of those days.
Right now, no one knows who or why someone chose to bomb one of America's longest-running sporting events. We can speculate on such things, but at the end of the day, the answer is simple: someone just couldn't be a goddamn fucking human being.
To think of what that scene was; thousands cheering for the valiant efforts of athletes, most of whom are not world stars. Not only men and women, but the wheelchair athletes who came through first. Then as the hours went, people who had no professional aims came across; people running for charity, people running for a cause, or even someone who just wanted to accomplish the feat. And someone looked at that, and couldn't comprehend the beauty of it. Or they did, and wanted to remove it. Someone saw other people enjoying life, and they wanted to take it away.
And for what end? Because some radical told them their god would reward them for it? Because someone had a political belief they wanted to get across? Because they think no one listens to them, and people would pay attention to them now? In the end, it doesn't matter. They thought robbing people of their humanity would make them feel better. These people found a way to their happiness, and some son of a bitch couldn't stand it. It had to be about him.
And are we any better? If this was for some cause, doesn't that speak to a problem with how we handle our humanity? Everyday, we place everything toward one goal. Whatever we say, whatever we do, how we treat others, how we respond to news; it's all to follow our one goal. Already, the gun debate is up on twitter, as if it's somehow related to this. Fingers are being pointed at Tea Partiers and Muslims alike, and the "truthers" already have their conspiracy theories lined up. Everything we do has to match this act we put on, instead of being real fucking human beings. We have the ability to comprehend and appreciate like no other creature on Earth, and we waste it. Why? Because whatever we believe or follow must mean more than our own fucking humanity? Why can't we step back and appreciate what we have around us? Why can't we look at things like why people choose to run a marathon, with little chance of being rich or famous from it, and appreciate that these people found their humanity without having to affect everyone elses?
And you get days like these, when you can't decide what makes us worse: the thought that human beings have no soul, or the thought that we do but can never appreciate it.
Top Image from Boston Globe Photographer David Ryan.