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It never fails to amaze me at how the most hateful people in this world are usually the most religious. They cling to their religious beliefs and commit the most heinous acts in the name of God.

It’s ironic that the truly good people who’s paths I’ve crossed had no religious affiliations.

My heart goes out to the family of the people who were murdered in cold blood by Anders Brehing Breivik, in Norway.

I can’t recall reading it, but my mind is flashing forward to parts of the story that I shouldn’t know about yet. Dammit.

I’m presuming that I must have skim-read the first fifty pages seeing as they haven’t evoked a single moment of deja vu.