Do you suppose he thinks his job is to stir people up into pointless panic?

In NOLA, there was lots of advance warning. That means they don't have to respond until much, much later.

Oh, wait...

Unintentional, I'm sure, but oh so apt.

Everyone here in NI who's heard of the incident thinks it's ridiculous that it became a big deal. I think a friend of mine from Belfast said it best when she noted that usually, when people blow things up, they hide the explosives instead of covering them with LEDs.

The whole thing's pretty farsical when you look at it from this side of the pond (probably less so when you're getting arrested over it, though). IMO, the best thing for the honorable civil servants of Boston to do would have been to laugh at themselves over it. That was their best chance to save face. I can see why they missed said chance, though: it probably had blinking lights attached to it.

Here in Southern New England, the usual rules for Republicans and Democrats don't apply, or at least they don't apply in the same ways. That's why Rhode Island had a Republican senator for so long--not because we're dummies, but because Chafey really is (mostly) better than any of his Democratic opponents (including the one I helped vote in over him, sadly). I'm not a huge expert on Massachusetts politics, but I'd imagine it's pretty similar. So I think Scraps's "Republican reaction" comment pretty much applies.

Oh, and Xopher: I deeply resent the way this administration makes me feel like a nutbar conspiracy theorist. A-frickin'-MEN to that.

and I'd like to second Nicole's reaction (#10) to Chris Clarke's (frist!) comment.

Being congratulated by Chertoff? That's gotta be one of the worst endorsements anyone can ever receive on any issue. That's really when a bloke should know he should feel embarrassed.

OTOH, we've been hearing him bleat for days now. Time for him to go home shorn.

(*) I'm blanking on what if any labels were used for the Suffolk County DA race, which is parallel because ~90% of Suffolk is Boston.

The Battle of the Kegs
by
Francis Hopkinson

Gallants attend and hear a friend
Trill forth harmonious ditty,
Strange things I'll tell which late befell
In Philadelphia city.

'Twas early day, as poets say,
Just when the sun was rising,
A soldier stood on a log of wood,
And saw a thing surprising.

As in amaze he stood to gaze,
The truth can't be denied, sir,
He spied a score of kegs or more
Come floating down the tide, sir.

A sailor too in jerkin blue,
This strange appearance viewing,
First damned his eyes, in great surprise,
Then said, "Some mischief's brewing.

"These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold,
Packed up like pickled herring;
And they're come down to attack the town,
In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,
And scared almost to death, sir,
Wore out their shoes, to spread the news,
And ran till out of breath, sir.

Now up and down throughout the town,
Most frantic scenes were acted;
And some ran here, and others there,
Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cried, which some denied,
But said the earth had quaked;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
Ran through the streets half naked.

Sir William he, snug as a flea,
Lay all this time a snoring,
Nor dreamed of harm as he lay warm,
In bed with Mrs. Loring.

Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awaked by such a clatter;
He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries,
"For God's sake, what's the matter?"

At his bedside he then espied,
Sir Erskine at command, sir,
Upon one foot he had one boot,
And th' other in his hand, sir.

"Arise, arise," Sir Erskine cries,
"The rebels--more's the pity,
Without a boat are all afloat,
And ranged before the city.

"The motley crew, in vessels new,
With Satan for their guide, sir,
Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs,
Come driving down the tide, sir.

"Therefore prepare for bloody war;
These kegs must all be routed,
Or surely we despised shall be,
And British courage doubted."

The royal band now ready stand
All ranged in dread array, sir,
With stomach stout to see it out,
And make a bloody day, sir.

The cannons roar from shore to shore.
The small arms make a rattle;
Since wars began I'm sure no man
E'er saw so strange a battle.

The rebel dales, the rebel vales,
With rebel trees surrounded,
The distant woods, the hills and floods,
With rebel echoes sounded.

The fish below swam to and fro,
Attacked from every quarter;
Why sure, thought they, the devil's to pay,
'Mongst folks above the water.

The kegs, 'tis said, though strongly made,
Of rebel staves and hoops, sir,
Could not oppose their powerful foes,
The conquering British troops, sir.

From morn to night these men of might
Displayed amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,
Retired to sup their porridge.

A hundred men with each a pen,
Or more upon my word, sir,
It is most true would be too few,
Their valor to record, sir.

Such feats did they perform that day,
Against these wicked kegs, sir,
That years to come: if they get home,
They'll make their boasts and brags, sir.

What you describe sounds pretty much like a classic terror tactic (remembering when terrorists couldn't actually get their hands on anything dangerous and had to make do with making people afraid they would) Does this mean that members of the Security Industry have read Che Guevara?

No, I didn't think so either.