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Have you ever seen one of those World War II fighters? No, really, in the flesh? Reason I mention is because (as you know) Taishi and I (mostly Taishi) have been building the little plastic models. That's what you think of them -- these little plastic things that look even tinier on TV.

But if you have ever had the experience to actually see these things in reality, you understand the word "Cadillac" or "Monte Carlo." These things were huge! Just as big as the bastards could make them.

Then imagine this small little pilot in this huge death factory . . . it boggles the mind.

You know, humanity is insane. World War II to some is just one big goddamn soccer match. My battleship . . POW! 1349 lives lost. GOAAAAAALLLL!

In spite of all the euphemisms to disguise them, these things, then and now, were designed to do only one thing: exact the maximum mayhem possible.

I mean, what the fuck do we need a flight of 4,760 Phantom H-19s and a Carrier Battle Group South any more for?

Who the fuck is there left to bomb into dust?

Osama, step up to the plate and be counted, you dastardly villain. Don't make us come over there.