Commentary Spring has finally arrived here in rural New England, the air crisp and fresh, the skies blue. The annual promise of renewal, symbolized by a glorious Easter Sunday, washes away the gloom of winter as new life bursts from the ground. How sad it is, then—how demoralizing—to see our fellow citizens in the sunshine with slave masks on, heads down, avoiding eye contact with their fellow villagers, furtively shuffling along like sullen convicts getting a few moments in the prison yard before returning to their cells to continue a life sentence without possibility of parole. Even were the Wuhan flu—caused by the CCP virus unleashed, perhaps deliberately, perhaps accidentally, on an unsuspecting world sometime in late 2018—a real global emergency instead of a jumped-up, panicked and likely malevolent over-reaction to an illness whose death toll has been largely confined to the elderly, the sick, and the obese, the way …