It's a sad day in history when more people are talking about the death of Amy Winehouse on Bacefook, then the fucked up killing in a youth camp in Norway. Amy Winehouse had talent, a good voice, etc., she was young and had her life ahead of her, but she chose her path, was a real mess and died. It is hard for me to feel sorry when someone, who has the means to get help (read money, among other things) makes all the wrong decisions and lives the way she did. It was a questions of choices and she made hers.
Those kids at the youth camp didn't do anything; they were at the wrong place when a crazed fanatic decided they had to die. Bombing, violence and random shooting are becoming a 'normal' thing almost. It's sick to think we, as a society, have become so detached about what goes on in the world. It's not happening here, so... we're good.
I may need to grow a heart, but today I'm kind of happy my heart is well protected and not overly sensitive, 'cause it is one sad day indeed.