ANGER BOILS BENEATH RESOLVE – Thursday April 18 2013

– Boston’s streets are gripped by anger and pride. But it’s mostly anger.
Jesse, a young bellboy at a hotel near the bombing, lowers his head and recalls a woman stumbling along the footpath, missing most of an arm. “It was unbelievable, like 9/11,” he says.
Veteran Boston firefighter Edward Kelly, whose men used their belts as tourniquets to save lives and limbs, is asked by the Herald Sun for his overriding emotion. He shoots back: “Anger. Anger because of that little boy, and the children who were killed or wounded yesterday. But certainly the resolve of this country, this city, this state and out way of life won’t be beaten by some cowardly act perpetrated by wackos.”
Boylston Street, near the financial district, looks like a scene from a film. Rubble remains strewn across it.
Yesterday the FBI found circuit boards and pressure cookers believed to have detonated the bombs, and fragments from black bags in which they were hidden.
Army trucks, armoured vans and police toting machine-guns guard the perimeter, and helicopters hover. The city’s airport remains on high alert.
And in the emergency wards, doctors work around the clock, amputating limbs and removing nails, ball bearings and shrapnel.
But there’s also a sense of pride shining through: that the city responded so quickly; that brave men and women ran directly into the devastation to help; that some runners continued on to hospital to donate blood.
“As an American, my heart is broken. As a Bostonian, my resolve has never been stronger.”
The face of the bombings is Martin Richard, 8, who was standing by the finish line with his family when he was killed. His sister has grievous leg injuries, and his mum has brain injuries and could lose an eye.
And his younger brother, Henry, saw it all.
On Tuesday night, thousands turned out for a candlelight vigil on their local baseball field – Michael Warner


About Jumpin' Jack Cash

Deep connections are the most important aspect of my existence. I don’t care if people don’t know what they want. I love books. I’m cynical of love stories, although I’m romantic. I adore gardens. I like women who challenge me. I love the rain as an excuse to stay inside and dream. I'm furiously impatient. If I ask you a question best to tell me the truth as I'm likely to already know the answer. I'm a carnivore. I continuously underestimate the magic of fresh flowers in my home. I love warm rain in the summer. My mood elevates to epic proportions when the sun shines. Tell me not to do something and I'll do it twice and take photos. Running is my antidepressant. I loathe lies. I rarely forgive a lie. Loyalty and honesty are my most noble virtues, and I value them more than anything in other people. I love to love, and am able to fall in love very quickly, although it's only ever happened once. I understood myself and fixed myself only after destroying myself. My greatest excitement comes from deliberately getting lost in foreign cities. I can be extremely loud and frighteningly silent. I hate insinuations. I love storms. Justice for all. I'm a proud man, but welcome the influence of the feminine soul. I have two sisters. I’m a dreamer. I’m a deep thinker. Don’t deal with guilt trips or drama that well. I'm extremely stubborn and persistent. I'm brilliant at keeping secrets. I love driving. I become absolutely and completely lost while watching a burning fire. When the toast pops from the toaster I’m never ready and shit myself. I play the guitar, but require much improvement. Solitude and warmth of the sun are perfect together. I’ve been married once and now divorced. I’m a music junkie. Chocolate mousse is the shit. I curse too much. I find it difficult to make friends. I spent four years as a firefighter. I’ve run my own company since 1991. Bright lights, big cities. I’ve been an executive producer of a feature film. Some people don’t care, and that’s the biggest let-down of the human race. There are cures and solutions for many evils, but no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings. The sound of the Italian language being spoken is as good as my favourite music. I hate corrupt cops. I relentlessly and passionately pursue anybody and anything that sets my soul on fire. I'm a dog lover, and all my dogs are considered family members. I have an obsession with photography. I have some close friends who are household names, but shall always remain anonymous. I’m crazy but not lazy. Losing a soulmate has hurt me badly. My two young sons are the nucleus of my universe. I love airports. I love freedom. If you are dishonest or disloyal, I can erase you from my life and memory immediately and permanently. I yearn to explore, dream about and discover as many friendships, deep connections and places, one possibly can in a lifetime.
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