Well said bartamos!
Did you bump your head or get back on your meds?
Its scaring me that you are making absolute sense to me, and your prose, just now, was beyond reproach. You conjured up in me, visions of sweat shop slaves toiling away in oppressive heat in a poorly lit, dingy warehouse in Beijing. Barefoot of course, so as not to have their sneakers confiscated for my door handle gaskets.
