After all, 27 is the same age as a number of sad stories of alcohol, drugs, fame and genius.
Brian Jones, Rolling Stones original drummer was the founding member 42 years ago.
Shortly after it’s foundation, Jimi, Janis and the Lizard King, Jim Morrison, all within two years of each other joined Jones.
Kurt Cobain was the latest until now, enter Amy Winehouse.
I loved Amy’s singing style, and knew that she had a gift, but before you could utter the word gift you would always know she was struggling with reality. Sadly, no one could help, albeit it does sound like many attempted to do so.
My sympathy and sadness is there, but I can’t really find the energy to show it. Sadly, as we mourn the loss of a sick person, 90+ healthy ones saw their lives taken away without warning at the hands of another sick individual.
The details may someday be cleared up, but somehow one man tried unsuccessfully to kill the Prime Minister of Norway instead killing 7 non-elected officials. Moments later, some 90 miles away, the same man, now dressed as a military or police officer, managed to lure a group of children at a camp towards him, before opening fire on them and somehow managing to kill over 80 campers.
There are details emerging about his motives, which were apparently to fight the growing multicultural internationalism in Norway.
Every year I sit in wait to find out which country is the best to live in on this planet.
Canada always seems to lose out to Norway as the greatest country in the world in which to live. While this isn’t about the finest country, it’s part of the reason we are shocked by something like this.
Norway.
Over 80 dead at the hands of one man. This is a reason to mourn, to be saddened, to questions one’s higher authority. 80 people.
Virginia Tech – 32 people
Columbine – 12
Montreal – 9
Dunblane – 17
Four of the worst mass-shooting sprees in recent history.
The four don’t really even add up to equal the sum total of the worst four.
80 people, mostly children, are dead. That’s what makes me sad, makes me want to mourn, and most certainly makes me question God in a strange and cold way. Amy is just sad.
posted by G.M. Shier @ Monday, July 25, 2011
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