Once upon a time I frequented a restaurant where they cooked my favorite meal. I enjoyed that meal very much, and it was very filling when I was younger and smaller. As I grew older, the portions seemed small and didn’t fill me up as much. I often needed to order a dessert after dinner to help fill me up.

One day the restaurant stopped serving my favorite meal. I really liked the food at that restaurant so I kept eating there. While many of the meals they still served there were excellent, I missed not having my favorite meal.

Many years later, a new restaurant opened up. Their food was pretty good. Some meals were as good as the meals at the old restaurant. Some meals were much better and some meals were not quite as good. Their prices were very good compared to the old restaurant. Many of their meals included dessert. Almost all of their meals filled me up quite well.

This year I was very happy. The new restaurant decided to add my favorite meal to their menu. Although they raised the price, they included my favorite dessert in the price of the meal. After all these years, I would be able to have my favorite dinner once again along with my favorite dessert.

I went to the restaurant and ordered my favorite meal. The meal was very good, but I thought it needed a little seasoning. It really did not matter that much to me, it was such a simple problem that I could easily fix with a dash of salt. As a matter of fact, I could even enjoy that meal without the added salt. It was that good. After all, it was my favorite meal and I was happy to be able to enjoy it regardless.

The other day a friend asked me how I liked the food at the new restaurant. I told him I loved the food and it was one of my favorite places to eat. He asked my opinion on what he should order if he goes to eat there. I told him all about my favorite meal. I told him it was much better than the same meal I used to eat at the old restaurant. They served bigger portions and even included dessert.

My friend remembered the meal the old restaurant used to serve. It was one of his favorites too and he wanted to know if the new meal was really as good as the old meal. I told him it was an excellent meal, outstanding in almost every way, but it could use a little salt.

Well, the restaurant’s bus boy, Hiro Somethingorother, overheard our conversation. He was not happy that we thought the meal was less than perfect. “How could it not be perfect?” he thought, “our restaurant serves the best food in town.”

Every time we ate in the restaurant, we could hear him talking to the waiters about how we hated the food there. He would tell the chefs that we said the food in the other restaurant was much better. He would tell the bakers that we hated their rolls. He eventually told the Maitre D’ that we liked the other restaurant so much better than their restaurant.

In anger, the Maitre D’ would not let anyone into the restaurant that the bus boy pointed out. Eventually, so many restaurant goers were not allowed in that many people decided to go elsewhere for dinner. After a few years, everyone forgot about the new restaurant and found other restaurants to dine at. The owners of that restaurant could not understand why the restaurant that once had all the best food had to close because no one ate there any more.

"A Japanese "Zen" story...

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Let me tell you a Japanese “Zen” story. It said once there was an old monk sailing a boat on a peace river and he met a man on the shore asking for a ride. The monk said okay and let him on. However as soon as the man was onboard he started to keep commenting - it's not the way to sail a boat, the direction was not correct, the boat didn't float steadily. He then started to say the issue with body panels is that they are actually held together with large dome screws and not the round rivets, sometimes jumped to the back said the raised weld beads around the hull which again is good to see but they are not depicted correctly as with another boat... The old monk then told the man "please do not disturb me when I am sailing and be careful to fall off the boat!" The man didn't stop and he ended up falling into the river. The old monk saved the man’s life and the boat arrived at the bank of the river."

The monk told him not to do that again. However, even the man had all his clothes wet he still kept complaining, “You attack me! You distort and misquote me!...”, finally the old monk asked "so, how can I help you?" and the man said "I just want to keep receiving model samples!"

I have read that inside story and from my first impression, it is a self defense from Dragon instead of an attack, because of the ongoing trend of double-standard attack from one reviewer. The story doesn't call any name.

Facts are just facts but sometimes they can be selectively chosen in order to come to a desired conclusion in an agenda. Facts can also be unnecessarily magnified in one case, or simply ignored in another. The different standard of delivering facts in between is another story of course.

Modelers used to enjoy modeling in the ways of additional painting or touching as to the matter of their own taste. But now a certain reviewer twisted the trend that any open area in the kit for touching is no longer an opportunity for further enjoyment but a “mistake” of the maker...

Everyone is welcomed to share his opinion on open forums. But to stop people with different opinion talking is impolite in our society. Relax, enjoy your hobby, don’t build your model with your mouth and ear.