Something has been troubling me since Thursday night's tragedy, I could not put my finger on it till this morning.

This scene, as all others, was indescribably tragic: the sights, sounds, howls and whimpers of disconsolate grief. But what made it surreal compared to all the others in which I've served was, in a word, masks. Everyone (except yours truly) wore one.

It took till now for me to realize how difficult and in-effective if not impossible it is to render human aid and comfort from a distance, behind a mask. Here face, touch and deep embraces are the first line of defense. Human bonding. The milk of human kindness.

The blunt force trauma policies put in place by ideologues who have lost their way are not inconveniences: they are death to society. God's society. They have ripped apart the soft tissue of our humanity and left us all bleeding; while placing every man, woman and child into solitary confinement. "How long, O Lord?"

This is not an inconvenience, it is a crime against humanity. It is sin!

If the virus kills us all then so be it. Better that than genocide.

I, for one, would sooner deal with the tender mercies of the virus, than the tender mercies of government salvation.

There is real wrong in this world. Good guys being murdered by bad guys, wives and children bereft ...

If starting today we put 1/10th the time, effort, restrictions, money and sacrifice into these, that we have into the flu, we will have a healthier and happier world.