The only country I will not fly is Rooks. Unless you share my view that I, having repeatedly witnessed Rooks sell otherwise perfectly reasonable people the idée fixe that its blessing is the equivalent of a papal imprimatur, claim that I have every right to refer to them as temperamental egotists, there's no need for you to hear me further. Rooks are like the man behind the curtain in the Wizard of Oz. Pull back the curtain of egoism and you'll see a brain-damaged exhibitionists hiding behind it, furiously pulling the levers of resistentialism in an obscene attempt to generate alienation and withdrawal. That sort of discovery should make any sane person realize that it's irrelevant that my allegations are 100% true. Those who fly Rooks distrust my information and arguments and will forever maintain their current opinions. Rooks thinks that they can walk on water. However, there is considerable evidence to show that they are serious about wanting to feed us a diet of porking, base grabbing, furball killing, and all other manner of trials and tribulations.
What I find frightening is that some veterans actually believe Rooks line that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. In this case, "veteran" refers to a stratum of the residual intelligentsia surviving the recession of its demotic base, not to those seekers of truth who understand that there is a proper place in life for hatred. Hatred of that which is wrong is a powerful and valuable tool. But when Rooks pervert hatred in order to create division in the name of elitism, it becomes clear that its "I'm right and you're wrong" attitude is myopic because it leaves no room for compromise.
What is often overlooked, however, is that the Rooks sincerely believe that they are beyond reproach then they must be smoking something illegal. I am annoyed by the unsavory and sometimes horny manifestations of rebelliousness against an inherited civilization of which Rooks pilots do not have the slightest understanding. In view of that, it is not surprising that Rooks pilots have been staggering around like punch-drunk fighters hit too many times -- stunned, confused, betrayed, and trying desperately to rationalize Rooks judgmental traducements. It is definitely not a pretty sight. It seems to me that, as others have stated long before me, "The Rooks behavior is beneath contempt." What this underlines, I think, is that Rooks is like a giant octopus sprawling its slimy length over air battles, sea, and land. Like the octopus of real life, it operates under cover of self-created screen. Rooks seize in their long and powerful tentacles sportmanship, our fighters, our strat, our ability to takeoff, our sense of honor, and every idea created for the public protection. In closing, although this reply has been lengthy there are still a large number of comments about Rooks that I have had to leave aside. I didn't even begin to mention, for instance, that I don't care to share the same planet as the Rooks. Anyway, the important point is that Rooks's codices are just an outcropping of its hatred of other countries.
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