Boston is a tight, communal city. While the ubiquitous post-marathon bombing strains of “Boston Strong” are relatively new, the city’s proclivity for banding together is certainly not and two of the things Bostonians love to rally around are bitching about things, often themselves, and defending themselves from outsiders bitching about them. Be it the economy, the weather (it’s too cold or snowy or hot or humid), the Red Sox starting pitching, the price of gas, the Yankees, traffic on the Mass Pike, Tom Brady throwing a game-ending interception, the world is often going to hell in a hand basket to those in New England. Hey, it’s 2014 in ‘Murica and maybe they aren’t too far off the mark…at least it often feels like they aren’t.