The Boston Marathon

One of the least desirable aspects of Spring is Patriots Day in the western suburbs. Instead of contemplating the meaning of patriotism, the sacrifices of brave freedom fighters or the fruits of liberty, we will be suffering the indignities of the Boston Marathon.

Now, I have nothing against people who want to run for exercise or even people who desire the competition of a race. And, there are those losers who will line the route to watch them. But, why does it have to be in our neighborhoods?

So-called Athletes tend to be a narcissistic lot. There are disgusting reports of the behavior of runners congregated at the starting point in Hopkinton, pissing and shitting on people's lawns and shrubs, salving their genitals with vaseline, and even women changing tampons in public. This is intolerable behavior.

Because of the race, which runs 26 miles or so into Boston. The route is blocked off for the better part of the day. Emergency vehicles cannot cross the route, so they must find long cuts and alternative routes. Let's hope there are no fires or heart attacks in the neighboring locale, because help may have to go miles out of the way to get to you.

Isn't it absurd that the state police will close the thruway and snarl-up traffic for hours, rather than drag an accident victim off the highway to let the innocent bystanders pass by - But they seem have no problem risking lives because of a stupid race?

About four miles of the race route runs through our town. The trash from the discarded drink cups and bottles from the runners, not to mention the garbage left behind by spectators forces us to stay open for an extra shift on Tuesday processing, baling and dumping in the harbor.
Humbug.