Those boys, the ones accused of bombing the Boston Marathon, don’t have the vacant stares and the long, kinky, reddish-brown hair the other mass murderers have. There are a dozen pictures of them smiling. I don’t know how those boys got picked or how they got talked or brainwashed into doing what they did, but they did: or, maybe it wasn’t them at all, the older one is dead. His wrestling coach doesn’t believe it. Maybe they’re just patsies? Their friends all think it’s impossible. If you want to read more, search for my post Home Grown Terrorism.