... , Sutherland Springs, ...

And now a little Baptist church at worship on Sunday morning, half of them children. Nothing anyone screams, whispers, reasons, pleads or sobs will save this Land is My Land, this Land is Your Land from our elect destiny of moral paralysis by adoration of self. Real, not melodrama, our prospect is The Road, an anarchy of wind-scattered ashes and cannibalistic terror from which the salvation of last resort is, by ultimate irony, the round left in the revolver. The obscene satanic blasphemy of take your gun to church and no checking weapons at the door. Earth Abides, the post-America of G R Stewart, The Day After, here we come, here we are.

... , Sutherland Springs, ... , In the land of the Immoral Minority nothing is served by a litany of horrors, nor by the mindless platitude “you are in our thoughts and prayers.” 

We have not loved thee with our whole heart;
We have not loved our neighbors as ourselves; and
We have no intention of doing so.

DThos+

The Road, Cormac McCarthy

Earth Abides, George R Stewart