You are always welcome in the underground volcano lair!!!!!

I'll plead guilty to being a little sensitive. I am still pretty raw from that "other" experience. I survived while a lot of others didn't. And still to this day certain people won't wear a dragon on thier shirt or even put CAA or even "Black Magic" on thier plane. Some have distanced themselves from me due to the carnage associated with that (that one is blatantly obvious isn't it? Hint: look around). Divide and conquer, and it's effective.

I can only apologize to the guys that have to get it because I won't just be quiet and take it. I learned long ago that if I did, I'd be gone. And I'm not going away. But it does get old.

Cees, I don't think was intentionally trolling me personally. I believe that he really believes what he writes. I also believe he's so caught up in his own "thing" that he doesn't fully understand that what we're doing isn't the same thing he's doing. Don outlined that pretty well. The prop is only a VERY small part of the equation. The fuselage area and shape, balance of all the areas to make the plane "fly" in KE attitude, are all critical. Turbulence was one of the very first factors I worked on before the VF3 ever flew. So argueing it would be pointless, it's a "problem" that doesn't exist.

The only part that got under my skin was I have been away (and under the weather a bit)...I come back, see where I have been complimented, and yet again someone has dragged the whole thing into neverland. before I can even say a simple "thank you". Again. Then come the guys who just love to see me in pain for thier entertainment. Same old same old. I get to feeling like a porcupine with all the knives sticking out of me. I learned to feed off of it a long time ago as a survival mechanism. It's 6:00 am and I'm eating chemo like candy, and I have to deal with this BS yet again. It's getting old.

I won't make that promise. I've been 2 seconds from just walking away many times before, and I won't promise that one day the BS won't outweigh the reward. I usually have no problem focusing all of the friends I have (LOTS thankfully,) and the good stuff. But some days the BS is so tiresome it's not worth it. You try it....you wake up and realize some of the people you considered your best friends now won't even associate themselves with you because they are so afraid of getting something splashed on them too. That leaves me in one hell of a spot. I can stay quiet and go under, and it's all over. Or I can defend myself when I feel it necessary, and incur the wrath of sadistic *******s the world over. You choose.

I'm going back to bed. Thanks again for the compliments and words of support, and the rest of the jerks can fry in hell.

-M