Mr Hinecap.
I think the Blunty jibes should be left back in the Cold War, don't you? There are far more people out on the ground in The Stan putting their lives on the line at the moment, so your purile sense of self worth is a little out of place.
I am of the non-flying bretheren. I am on the ground. Flying is something the handsome wee boys in their romper suits do. I am a Loggie. I am 'blunt'.
I was making a slightly tongue-in-cheek point that the non-flying world does things differently to the two-winged master race. I am sorry that my irony was, to you, just another metal, like coppery.