That's the bit that is so damn cynical about this whole thing. You almost couldn't have deliberately engineered the circumstances to be worse than they actually were, with giant grain silos and fireworks right nextdoor to close to 3000 tons of a flammable and explosive compound sitting forgotten and ignored in a hot warehouse. Maybe if instead of fireworks the nextdoor factory had been making flame throwers and the room adjacent to the ammonium nitrate was used as a testing range for them, I dunno.
Yeah well, I think the takeaway here is to not jump to conclusions. Not that jumping to conclusions is somehow a defensible action, especially when you're the fucking presiderp of the united states, who has direct access to the biggest intel gathering apparatus on planet earth, and the area where the explosion occurred is already a volatile hotbed of mutual distrust, old grudges and outright hatred. It's fucking irresponsible, okay? Can we agree on that?
If you simply don't KNOW what happened, don't go with what your *ahem* gut tells you. (IE: prejudices, btw.) Instead, just don't say anything, alright? Say like, "we're still investigating the events that just occurred. No further comments for now."