Watching the mob hatred build for the [what at this point we still call the alleged] Chechen men who were identified as suspects and then appear to have decided to flee Boston starting at a point not far from the original crime scene…

Well, it has my attention, the inconsistencies, that is.

As a storyteller and former jury foreman, facts never lie but people do.

In fact, people never remember the facts exactly as they were in full detail.

Our prejudices and other social filters focus us on details that we consider relevant to our personality traits.

At this point, no one has produced a purchase receipt that shows who acquired any of the following: pressure cooker(s), explosives and projectiles (nails, pellets, etc.), alleged to have been used in the attack on the Boston Marathon.

We have video that purports to connect two men to backpacks most probably containing IEDs.

We don’t have public evidence that ties the two men to the IEDs.

We have, instead, a massive rush to judgement, a lynch mob mentality that hasn’t changed in thousands of years.

I trust that the majority of people involved in the local Boston police, the FBI and other security forces are doing their jobs as honestly and lawfully as possible.

At the same time, I know that many people want justice, even vigilante justice, and there will be those who will facilitate that, providing means to justify the quick end to this terrible story, including the talking heads, the paid “experts” on the television screen and Internet popup windows.

Sigh…back to the larger story…the tale of our exploration of the solar system as we spread out into the galaxy.

I know today’s headlines will repeat themselves ad infinitum/ad nauseum, which should make me happy knowing I can write the same story over and over again without having to invent new emotions or mental states for readers to familiarise themselves therewith.

Some days the writing is easy.  Some days, I wish my robotic writing machine wrote smoother sentences and fun-to-read stories.

As far as this current story goes, I, for the sake of a plot twist, will take this in the direction of a vast coverup and conspiracy to feed one group of my readers who will believe the two men who came here as asylum seekers with their family were easy-to-use pawns with websites and online profiles set up in advance for a convincing crime drama.

Gone are the days of a smoking gun and a tattered copy of the Anarchist Cookbook found in the trunk of a car.