Quite a ways south of here.  Hundreds of miles.  Bullets flying hundreds of miles away is not something you have to "dodge".

I will note... and make of this what you will.
… and, no, there is no easy way to deal with the “overview of sad news” against the routine rustlings of broadcasting…

The ending of the 11 oclock local news.  “And we leave tonight with scenes from the day’s tragedy.  Take care.”  (or some other statement other than the usual "good night".)

One last shot of the local news desk, somber faces on everyone, sad music plays over a handful of screen shots from the community college shooting in Roseburg, Oregon… students with hands over head in parking lot, ambulances, and…

… The newscast hits a hard and fast break.  Commercial comes on.  Carl’s Junior.  One in the long running ad campaign that started, I believe, with Paris Hilton — the premise being “hot (famous, presumably) scantily clad chick takes a bite out of a greasy burger.”  This is a “Ultimate Fighting Champion”, marketed with sex appeal, biting into a greasy breakfast sandwich.