Messing With the Wrong City
But I do love this city. I love its atrocious accent, its inferiority complex in terms of New York, its nut-job drivers, the insane logic of its street system. I get a perverse pleasure every time I take the T in the winter and the air-conditioning is on in the subway car, or when I take it in the summer and the heat is blasting. Bostonians dont love easy things, they love hard things blizzards, the bleachers in Fenway Park, a good brawl over a contested parking space. Two different friends texted me the identical message yesterday: They messed with the wrong city. This wasnt a macho sentiment. It wasnt Bring it on or a similarly insipid bit of posturing. The point wasnt how we were going to mass in the coffee shops of the South End to figure out how to retaliate. Law enforcement will take care of that, thank you. No, what a Bostonian means when he or she says They messed with the wrong city is You dont think this changes anything, do you?
Trust me, we wont be giving up any civil liberties to keep ourselves safe because of this. We wont cancel next years marathon. We wont drive to New Hampshire and stockpile weapons. When the authorities find the weak and terminally maladjusted culprit or culprits, well roll our eyes at whatever backward ideology they embrace and move on with our lives.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/04/17/opinion/messing-with-the-wrong-city.html?ref=opinion