The genesis of this hellthread is this young sperg taking umbrage with me saying: "Parts are falling off of planes. I won't fly anymore".

That's where this started.

What he has succeeded in doing is convincing me how correct I was in my decision.

You see, he is going to be a Heavy pilot, or so he says.

But, he cannot emotionally detach himself from a simple innerwebz argument, to consider it rationally and objectively. He is unable to separate his ego from the discussion.

So, how is Captain Spergy Pants going to react while flying to Tokyo, 34,000ft over the Sakhalins, when an engine flames out and a storm forms out of nowhere?

See the problem here?

Thanks for cementing my decision, cupcake.