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I ran the Boston Marathon in 2012 when it was 87 degrees. Sucked big ones. Walked a lot of the way and lost 11 pounds. The next year I was all set, but my brother was running so I wanted to be there. So I took the train into Boston College and stood at the top of heartbreak hill, mile 21. This was back before Turtleboy existed, and I ran into Mike “The Canman” Mahon of The Hillman show fame:
We gotta get Michael P. Mahon on the Live show sometime. He’d be great.
Anyway, this was hours before the bombs went off and back then you could just jump in the race which is what I was there to do. So I waited for my brother and when I finally saw him I ran the last 5 miles with him. He finished in under 3 hours, and about 2 hours before the bombs went off. He went and showered at a friend’s house and afterwards we all went to the Prudential Center foodcourt to eat. This overlooks the 26 mile mark, and is almost directly across the street from where Martin Richard was killed by Jafar the terrorist #2.
I heard the first one go off and hardly anyone in the food court moved. But the first thing I said was, “that sounds like a bomb.” It was the loudest thing I’ve ever heard, and it reverberated off of the tall buildings on Boylston Street. Then 11 seconds later the second one was much, much louder because we were so close to it. You immediately saw a flash and a cloud of smoke. I went outside and saw chaos. People lying all over the ground. Cops yelling at you to stay away from trash cans because that’s where they thought the bombs were, and there might be more. They told everyone to leave so I did, and went back inside the food court where all of the tables and chairs were overturned and the restaurants abandoned by the employees. It looked like a stampede just came through.
But in no way, shape, or form am I a victim, nor would I pretend to be. I just happened to be there at this terrible, historic act of terrorism. I do remember it vividly, and it saddens me every time I see the memorials for the bombing. But ultimately my life continued and being there hasn’t fucked me up psychologically.
Inserting yourself into this tragedy if you were not a part of it is equivalent to stolen valor. But that is exactly what Boston Globe reporter Kevin Cullen has been doing for the last five years.
He’s an agenda driven relic of the past working for a dying newspaper. And two days before the marathon he wrote this article in the Globe filled with lies and untruths that used actual victims of the tragedy as props in his fictional story which was designed to insert himself into a tragic event that he was not a part of.
— The Boston Globe (@BostonGlobe) April 15, 2018
Let’s start with the most obvious part. He claimed that he was randomly driving through Boston recently when he saw Martin Richard’s sister Jane, who lost a leg in the bombing, waiting to cross the street:
He doesn’t call her Jane, he calls her Janey. Because he wants to let readers know that he knows this girl so well that he’s on a nickname basis with her. I’ve never once heard anyone call her Janey before. It’s always Jane. But by using Janey it’s his way of passive-aggressively telling readers that he is intimate with the Richard family. For instance, I don’t know Kevin Cullen personally, so I’d call him Kevin. If I heard someone call him “Kev” I’d assume that this person knows him pretty well. So basically this poor girl lost her leg in the bombing, and Kevin Cullen is using her suffering as a prop to insert himself into a story that he was never a part of.
He also calls her his “talismen,” which is his way of passive-aggressively letting you know that he uses big words. Talismen means lucky charm. I know because I had to look it up, which is exactly what Cullen wanted you to do – show off his erudite vocabulary. But once again, he is using this victim as a pawn in his click bait, fell good bullshit story by calling her his lucky charm.
And what are the odds that he was driving through Boston, a city where millions of people walk through on a daily basis, and he just randomly saw her standing there? Sure thing.
But wait, it gets better….
“Without really knowing who I was or why I had called out, she smiled and waved enthusiastically.”
Oh, so she doesn’t actually know you or who you are? Yet you’re close enough with her to call her Janey when her name is Jane? You often shout out nicknames to 12 year old children you see while in traffic? Yea, that happened. Definitely.
“I parked in the Old Dorchester Post parking lot, and as soon as I turned the engine off, for reasons I cannot explain, I began to weep.”
Yea, that never happened. This is just Kevin Cullen’s attempt to make you feel bad for him. He’s crying. Please comfort him. This bombing, in which which people were killed and injured, none of whom he was friends or family with, has affected him so deeply that he periodically breaks down and cries while driving.
The there’s this:
He can “smell” and “hear” the marathon bombing every time he walks by a fire. Except there’s just one problem – he wasn’t there that day. So how can the smell of fire bring back sensations from an event he wasn’t attending? He’s trying to make you THINK that he was there that day, without actually saying he was there that day. He’s not writing a column, he’s painting a picture and putting himself directly in the middle of it.
He also claims that he is friends with and spoke to off duty Lynn firefighter Matt Patterson – the guy who picked up Jane Richard and ran her to an ambulance.
Except he now claims he doesn’t know Cullen.
He also wants to let you know that he’s personal friends with the first responders on the scene like Patterson, and often heads down to the nostalgic Boston watering holes to tip back a couple frosty ones with some blue collar guys, all of whom he is now friends with:
“Danny.” Once again, this is what he did with “Janey.” Pretends that he’s closer with this people by using nicknames. It’s subtle, but his intentions are obvious.
He’s also good buddy’s now with transit cop Dic Donahue, who was shot during the shootout in Watertown:
“Sometimes he tweets me, busting my chops because I support Manchester United.”
Hey everyone, look at me – I’m tight with a cop who got shot after the marathon bombing!! We’re not just business associates, we’re good friends who casually tease each other about the outcomes of soccer games. That’s what best buds do – tease each other about sportball!!
But as you can see from his Twitter timeline, it worked. He’s spent the last few days doing nothing but retweeting gullible fools telling him how amazing he is for writing this work of fiction:
This made it past their board of “editors” somehow too. Stuff that can be easily disproven. It’s almost the exact same thing that went down in Season 5 of the Wire, when Templeton makes up story after story, painting this heartbreaking stories, and when he’s called out on it they publish it anyway because lies sell newspapers:
Then there’s this podcast the Kirk and Callahan unearthed. Check out this work of fiction at the 12:30 mark:
“I didn’t want to see the movie. I remember talking to a number of firefighters I know and a couple of EMT guys, Brian Pomedaro who’s one of the Lt’s on the Boston EMS. And these are people who’ve been treated for PTSD for what they went through, and they had no interest in seeing the movie and I must say that a month after the bombing I was completely screwed up myself. I just was not taking care of myself, was not eating right, was drinking too much, not getting the proper sleep and exercise I usually get. I think it was almost like, second hand PTSD, from dealing with so many people who were traumatized. I was effected. I remember crying at night after talking to people.”
Hey everyone, Kevin Cullen wants to let you know that it was hard for him to see Patriots Day because it’s too triggering due to this “second hand PTSD.” He actually said that. He made up a psychological disorder in order to victimize himself for pity. He couldn’t eat or sleep for well over a month and he became a alcoholic due to the effects of an event he never attended. This is the saddest and most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen published in a mainstream media outlet. And that’s saying something.
He also does the name drop thing again with first responders – “some firefighters I know.” He didn’t just interview them afterwards for a story – he already knew them. He knows half the population of Boston, he’s just that important. He even knows Brian by name, and I’m actually shocked that he didn’t call him Bri-Bri.
I blame the “Boston Strong” logo for a lot of this, which Cullen uses a lot in his writing:
As if Boston is uniquely qualified to react to a tragedy of this nature. As if the people of Milwaukee would’ve cowered and given up the city to the terrorists if they were bombed. What did we do exactly? We bought t-shirts and used hashtags. We shut down the city for an entire day and stayed in our homes.
But I got news for you – we are no stronger than Seattle or Dallas or New York or Nashville or Detroit. We are not special. We reacted to this bombing the same exact way every single city in America would’ve.
After the bombing everyone was patting themselves on the back for the way we responded to the act of terrorism. The cops hunted down the killers as we watched comfortably from our homes in Wakefield and Weymouth. It wasn’t strong of me to do that. The only people who were really “Boston strong” were people who were injured, lost loved ones, or were first responders on the scene.
I am not a victim and neither is Kevin Cullen. The difference between us is that a) I was actually there that day, and b) I’m not pretending to be a victim or lying about my relations with actual victims and heroes so you’ll comfort me for all I’ve been through.
So what will come of this? Probably nothing. Because the only ones talking about this are Turtleboy and Kirk and Callahan. The Globe will dismiss us as right wing, fake news yahoos. If a mainstream media outlet said something, then he’d be fucked. But he’ll get away with this work of fiction because he works for the Boston Globe.
P.S. He actually tweeted this out two days ago about Sean Hannitty:
A pundit is in fact a journalist.
Or they are supposed to be.
I’m a pundit, and I’m expected to tell the truth.
When I get something wrong, I’m accountable.
Sean Hannity has been exposed, and no matter what the right wing shouts, any objective person can see what he really is.
— Kevin Cullen (@GlobeCullen) April 17, 2018
“When I get something wrong, I’m accountable.”
No you’re not. You still have a job. Everyone knows that Hannitty was in the tank for Trump. He wears it on his sleeve. Cullen pretends to be a real reporter with no bias. He’s the real fraud.