Whitey Bulger has been captured and who cares?

I do, you're god damn right I care that the FBI has finally put an end to that chase, and it's not because I remember being a kid in Somerville and hearing stories about him constantly. Hearing how you'll never guess who bought us all dinner last night at the restaurant or how another of my friends had a parent or relative arrested. After a while all that shit becomes a big pile of shit that is too dense and thick to even pick the little memorable tidbits out of, like the corn you swear you hadn't eaten that surfaces a week later when you can barely remember if it was off the cob, from a can, or ingested at a restaurant, that's what those stories are to me nothing but shit. Instead I care because it finally puts a close to a case that should have ended long before it got to this point, we have been waiting so long for the capture of James "Whitey" Bulger for so long that his horribleness, his grotesque, his awful wickedness have all been lost in the sands of time. No one of my generation has a clue about what a time it was, not just in Somerville where Bulger's Winter Hill Gang controlled the streets, but all through Boston nay beyond that all the United States. In a time where drugs, guns, and money ran this corrupt city I so love, Bulger was king, never having to fear anyone, never giving two shits about who he had murdered, not even caring about ratting his so called closest friends out to the FBI. Truely Whitey Bulger was a souless, black hearted, creature (I refuse to refer to that as human, as I believe to be human means to have empathy for the fellow man which Whitey clearly did not), I never met the man but I have heard all the stories, I have read a few of the books, and I have followed closely on the news as any good intelligent Bostonian should do. Whitey has become something of a cult legend, someone who is no longer seen as this awful terrible person who murdered people, but instead as the man who is so old that people didn't think we should be chasing him anymore, as if his sixteen years on the "run" was somehow enough to give him a free pass, Whitey apparently hit the magic fucking number for how long you must evade the cops before people forgive you altogether (hear that Roman Polanski? It's time for you to come back stateside and make awesome fucking movies again you forgiven child toucher you). In all honesty the man will never live to serve out half of the time he would need to serve for anyone who lost someone close to them to feel any sense of closure, he's 81 years old and no matter how good of health he is in he will die relatively soon, too soon if you ask me. The other option is that Whitey is found guilty and sentenced to death which again at the ripe old age of 81 would be almost redundant, hasn't he already lived a full and fulfilling life, if by fulfilling you consider murdering people, doing massive amounts of drugs, and making shit tons of money, enemies, and followers, which I must admit sounds like he has pretty much accomplished everything he ever set out to do and has definitely not fallen into the BJ Upton Syndrome (oooo previous blog post drop my first one). So the problem remains what to do with the now captured scourge of Somerville, and I don't have the slightest idea I just know that whatever happens it won't be nearly enough.

Just one more quick note, please anyone who might write yet another book about him, stop now don't do it you just look like an ass for capitalizing on other people's real misery.