This thread is now officially wasted! Far too much rehtoric and nowhere near enough emotionally inspired fact. Could you all please take a shower, preferably a golden one, call your wives and ask them "is dinner ready?" and how about a f*uck just before din-dins. Turn on the air-conditioning in your steel cages, re assemble the straw bedding, tuck your heads hard up against your arse holes and when you wake up after the nightmare and still find yourselves in Oz...thank your chosen guru (God) that you can still smell the gumleaves.
