It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.
I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
All movements go too far.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.
You couldn't even prove the White House staff sane beyond a reasonable doubt.
My theology, briefly, is that the universe was dictated but not signed.