Monday, April 21, 2014

Nurse the Hate: Hate "Boston Strong"




I have really had enough of the Boston Marathon coverage.  I’m willing to absorb the self-importance of recreational marathon runners, each of them convinced that they alone have achieved a feat that makes them unique in their achievement.  I’ll even give them a pass on those annoying “26.2” magnets they put on their Subarus to announce to everyone their self-perceived superiority.  Yes, you completed a 26 mile race.  Congratulations.  You are fucking amazing.  You are one of 15.5 million marathon finishers in the United States this year.

I won’t allow myself to get drawn into the vortex of the herds of recreational “runners”, many of whom participate in these events while flip flopping between run/walk.  Running is the new scrapbooking for suburban Moms.  Frankly, if you are participating in a “race”, I think you need to theoretically be competing against someone and have the desire/opportunity to win the event.  If you are at any point walking in this foot race, you aren’t competing hard enough and don’t deserve to be there.   “But wait!  Distance running is all about competing against yourself!”  OK.  That’s fine.  If you are competing against yourself, why is it necessary to run with 8000 other people and close the road?  If you aren’t trying to beat those other people, or at least those in your age group, get out of there and let my commute happen. 

This Boston Strong thing is too much.  If I see one more pasty Irish guy with a thick Boston accent tell me how “strong” that city is, I’m going to lose it.  It is as if every annoying Red Sox fan on the planet has been on TV telling me about their recreational jogging.  I used to feel bad for Boston.  Their teams always lost and the weather there sucks so bad, it made me think of them as loveable sad sacks.  However, once the Patriots and Red Sox started to win championships, it was only then I realized how much more obnoxious they were than those unshaven Yankee gindaloons that wander into my life every summer.  Boston is a city filled with pasty loudmouths that think the planet revolves around them. 

There is nothing a loudmouth likes more than attention.  Unfortunately these last two weeks have been nothing but searching for angles of “heroes” (the default word in the media for anyone that acted with even a stitch of responsibility and leadership while in a crisis).  Every two bit Irish American Boston cop and fireman has been standing in front of microphones telling the planet about how “strong” Boston is…  The security for this event is akin to one where The Pope rolls through town.  While security is always a good idea, I think we can agree that fundamentalist Muslim goons are probably not focused on distance foot races as targets, and maybe, just maybe, the tragic events of last year were due to a local mook gone off the rails instead of a geopolitical symbolic act against The United States.  By the way, whatever happened to that kid brother that set off those bombs?  Is he ever going to see the light of day?  If this were the Middle Ages, I think he would have been referred to as being “cast into the dungeons”.  Good.  Fuck that kid.

The key today will be to avoid the television and computer.  While the spin is going to be how amazing it is that there were a record number of entries for the race, it might have more to do with collecting the $175 entry fee per person to pay for the insane security more than The People wagging their fists at the Ever Present Terrorist Menace.  I’m all on board for reclaiming our lives after a criminal act.  I just don’t want to have to listen to Paddy O’Toole tell me how awesome he is while we do it.  Can someone tell me when a Kenyon crosses the finish line and that thing is over?      

5 Comments:

At April 22, 2014 at 9:39:00 AM EDT , Blogger Walter Zoomie said...

Amen.

"Boston Strong" my ass.

The inhabitants (I won't call them citizens) of that city were forced by the state to cower in their homes and submit to warrantless invasions by heavily armed militarized goons.

When it was over, they cheered the goons.

Yay martial law!

Fuck them all.

 
At April 22, 2014 at 10:58:00 AM EDT , Blogger Ken Rosenzweig said...

Glad to hear someone else who is sick of "Boston Strong." What happened in 2013 was tragic, but do the "Boston Strong" hypers really believe that the citizens of any other city would have just curled up into a ball for the next decade? Life goes on. People adapt no matter how trying the cirucmstances. These people talk as though they now know what Londoners went through when the Luftwaffe was bombing the city nightly for months at a time.

 
At April 22, 2014 at 12:03:00 PM EDT , Blogger Greg Miller said...

Thank God that local woman didn't win the marathon. I couldn't deal with hearing her talk about what a "wicked cool" time it was...

 
At April 29, 2014 at 2:44:00 PM EDT , Blogger AZ said...

Agreed 100%. Boston fans were akin to the Confederate fans.

"I used to feel bad for Boston. Their teams always lost and the weather there sucks so bad, it made me think of them as loveable sad sacks. However, once the Patriots and Red Sox started to win championships, it was only then I realized how much more obnoxious they were than those unshaven Yankee gindaloons that wander into my life every summer. Boston is a city filled with pasty loudmouths that think the planet revolves around them."

 
At April 29, 2014 at 11:47:00 PM EDT , Blogger Inthon said...

I live in Boston suburbs and agree with you.

Get the fuck over it already.

Jesus.

 

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