I have a question about the mailbox in front of the Starbucks at 755 Boylston Street — the location of the second bomb, the one that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev is falsely accused of planting. To tell by photographs of the aftermath, that mailbox sustained no damage. Here is American Everyman’s analysis of the bomb blast, proving that the bomb exploded right next to the mailbox:
In this and other photos, the mailbox clearly came out of the blast no worse for wear. When I first noticed this, I thought it curious indeed; but being no expert in materials, I filed the question to the back of my mind and kept a lookout for an explanation. So far, nothing.
Then, this afternoon, purely by chance, I happened to find myself reading about a car bomb blast in East London. A friend had sent a message that there was a rumor of a bomb in London, so I plugged “news London bomb” into Google on my phone. The first hit was this article from the Daily Mail: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-64295/London-car-bomb-blast.html. The only date on the page was today’s (shitty archiving, Daily Mail!), so at first I thought the rumor was true.
I read the article and was surprised when it stated that the car bomb had broken a water main. A water main??? Those are located under the roads!
That must have been quite some powerful explosion, plus it occurred in a crowded nightlife area, so how many people died?
Well, then surely there must have been some horrific, clinging-to-life-by-your-toothskin injuries, too horrible to publish?
Nah. Just six injuries, none life-threatening. One guy was just a few meters away, and though he got knocked off his feet, he came out of it with an awesome story to tell that will surely impress the chicks.
Yet this same blast ruptured a water main, flooding the street under two feet of water.
Now, granted, if it was one of London’s newer drinking-water-mains, then instead of being made of some heavy Victorian alloy, it would look like this:
Still, it would have been located under the road. So for a bomb to destroy it through the road would require (I would think) enough force to do more than ding a few nearby heads.
Now, back to that mailbox. Here are closeup pics of the thing. I snapped them on Google Maps, which lets you wander onto the sidewalk along Boylston Street. They are of course preblast shots but they show how thin the feet are:
Now, here’s my question. How is it that a blast killing no one and injuring only six ruptures a water main, but one that kills at least one person and injures dozens more doesn’t even crumple this mailbox a bit?
Again, I am no materials expert and am making no claims, but I would like to hear from people who are qualified to answer my question in a reasonable and reliable fashion.
Until I get that answer, my horse sense tells me that the blast at 755 Boylston was nowhere near as powerful as reported — that it was a prop producing a lot of smoke so that actors could get themselves prepped and into position by the time it cleared and the show began.
Proof That Antidepressants Destroy People —
Jim Stone, the man who proved that Israel did Fukushima, made the following chart to show you with horrifying visual clarity what antidepressants (Prozac, Paxil, Effexor, etc.) do to the cells of the frontal lobe of your brain. Here it is, unspeakably awful, please take a look:
Think of it this way, folks. Brain cells are like little incandescent light bulbs: they’re electrical, and they burn out.
What happens to light bulb filaments after they’ve burned a few hundred hours? psfzzf! Or, you can kill a light bulb in an hour or two, by flicking it ON OFF ON OFF ON. The more you stress the light bulb, the sooner it will expire. This is not an ideal analogy, but it will serve for those who get cross-eyed looking at technical language. Antidepressants basically overdrive the little light bulbs in your brain until they fry.
And then guess what? The same happens to their replacements, until there are none left. You have been lobotomized. That means that your soul has been more or less erased.
Not only that, but the drug companies know it, because they designed antidepressants for that express purpose. Stone hacked into the corporate servers at GlaxoSmithKline and has the proof.
Try to get off these drugs before the damage is done, and you may well be in for symptoms that make heroin withdrawal look like a spa vacation. I am not exaggerating. Read Stone’s report. Read the testimonies that he presents, and read the challenge he has thrown down for all antidepressant takers. This report is front and center at his site right now: http://www.jimstonefreelance.com
Here is the permalink to an earlier (and more detailed) version of this report:
“I’ve been in an extremely peculiar state for the past 8 months after stopping Wellbutrin/buproprion. I have literally lost everything inside of me and no longer have a sense of “inner being”. My personality has been completely erased, along with the inner psyche I’ve spent a lifetime building. When I attempt to “look inside”, it is impossible because there is literally nothing there. Everything that made up my specific sense of personal being is gone, including including my hopes, fears, dreams, goals, opinions, values, morals, likes/dislikes, and most strikingly, all emotions and feelings.
I have no feelings associated with past events, and no emotional connections with anything in the world. Specific emotions that defined my personal sense of being are no longer there. People, places, things and events that I thought were etched in my soul as having significance no longer mean a thing. Absolutely nothing, I can’t stress this enough.
I am unable to look backward or forward, have no sense of past accomplishments and no desire for future ones. The strangest thing is, I cannot feel anything toward being in this state, as that part of me is gone too. It’s like a recursive erasure of everything I ever was, am, and will be.
It doesn’t feel like life is a conscious experience that I am having anymore, as there is no inner construct within me to absorb an experience on any level. I see, hear, touch, and smell, yet each of these is so devoid of emotional content that they don’t coalesce into anything meaningful I can call a human consciousness. My sense of being has been replaced by a constant void of nothingness that is unchanging, 24/7, I feel nothing towards the nothingness. It is not like feeling empty inside, there is no inside to feel empty within.
Getting to this state was a long process that started with gradually losing my emotions. This started when I decided to withdraw from the antidepressant Wellbutrin/Bupropion which I’d been on a high dosage of for 5 years. Strangely, going back on it did not help, but made things worse. When I stopped and started the drug a second time, I experienced one tremendous day of improvement followed by a seizure while sleeping, and woke up in a confused state. After this I regressed and felt completely dead inside.
This waking up in a confused state happened 2 more times, once in May 2010 and once in September 2010. Both of these were preceded by sudden improvements. But upon waking I felt like I had lost a basic part of my self. Not just feelings, but the core of my being. What I felt to be the complete and final destruction of my inner being happened on September 7th, 2010, and there hasn’t been a change since (it has now been 8 months).
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“I tell you, I never had a problem before celexa. I just want to be back to me. I want to no longer be the pitiful creature it made me. I want to be me. The old me. I want myself back. Life isn’t worth living with this new person holding my thoughts and feelings hostage. I have been off Celexa since last year. I JUST WANT ME BACK.”
“I have been on 0 mgs for almost a year, and my emotional state has yet to come back to normal. (normal me). I have been from Psyc doc to Psyc doc (never needed before celexa) to try to figure it out. They point the problem back to me. I found out by reading around the Internet, and buying the book “Prozac: Panacea or Pandora” by doctor Ann Blake Tracy, and I found out that several people, if not all people, who go off these drugs experience exactly what I have experienced. When Natalie wrote what she wrote, you can go back to some of my earlier posts and the withdrawal effects are written down almost verbatim. These are bad for our brains, they change our personalities. I want my life back, and don’t want even my worst enemy to experience what I have been through. These people have no love for their fellow man. We need to, no matter how emotionally messed up we are, we need to band together and prevent them (a commercial for Cymbalta just came on the tv, made my blood boil) from prescribing them to ANYONE. Depression hurts said the commercial, I never knew depression till after celexa. I have been through hell, therefore hell exists.”