I have already written lengthy piece two days ago about the increasing number of bizarre aspects to the Tsarnaev brothers’ alleged bombing of the Boston Marathon, including questions about where the elder Tsarnaev brother, Tarmelan, who was delivering pizzas, and whose wife was slaving away at a low-paid home health aid job, got the money to buy his fancy clothes and late-model Mercedes Benz, why the Marathon finish line area was crawling with black-jacketed mercenaries from the Craft International Security mercenaries agency, and how the police and federal agencies and National Guard managed to lock down a city of a million in a few hours’ time without any advance planning.