I’ve been reading about the likely death sentence for a key Bali murderer (e.g., at All AgitProp); I’m even ready to admit they probably nabbed the right guy, but after just a second of soul-searching I found out that I don’t care.

I don’t care what happens to him.

I can relate to his victims, obviously; moreover, it might have happened (God forbid!) to Russian tourists in Egypt. But I can’t relate to him. I thought I could relate to various relative-screwers, but he is an alien to me. Yes, it’s like he’s from another planet. I just don’t feel anything.

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