The bombers were Dzhokhar Tsarnaev and his brother. The brother was killed in a confrontation with the police. Dzhokhar was captured.

He was and is a Jihadist.  The reason for the bombing was hate for America, neither more nor less.

Over the screeching of abolitionists, and attempts politically to intimidate the government from seeking capital punishment, Dzhokhar was convicted by a federal jury in Boston, one of the most liberal cities in the country, and sentenced to death.

Of course he has not been executed, while taxpayers get dunned for hundreds of thousands of dollars in the service of manufacturing excuses for his gruesome behavior.  In the meantime, in nearby Harvard Law School, the main reaction is shrugging, except for those still protesting in little Dzhokhar's behalf.  

There is a ream I could write about this horrid case, but I'll refrain except to say two things.  First, the case impeaches to the point of farce the notion that we should never, ever permit a jury to consider imposing a death sentence.  Second, for the many in academia and other sanctuaries of self-satisfied righteousness who think, with Dzhokhar, that Amerika stinks, some consideration might be given to what actually stinks, to wit, the continued, everyday suffering of the victims.