Up here in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts this summer, the circus truly has come to town. At their luxurious new courthouse on the Boston Waterfront, the feds have brought to trial one James "Whitey" Bulger, an octogenarian sociopath allegedly responsible for 19 murders and countless other acts of mayhem, many of which he performed under the protection of a Boston FBI office that was as twisted as a pig's dick, and who was finally run to earth in California a couple of years ago after existing for years as either a legend or the basis for a Martin Scorsese film. (Robert Duvall has been in rapt attendance at the trial.) The parade of former hit men, gunsels, and other middle-management officials from Whitey's criminal enterprises that the government has brought forth as witnesses against their old supervisor truly has been an awesome spectacle, and we're only just getting started. Whitey was a celebrity. He was armed. He's in the middle of a televised freak show. He's the damn American dream, walking.