I appreciate the childlike optimism of some, it really takes all kinds to make this world go round.
At any rate, I'm afraid there's nothing really for you to waste. They didn't do that arbitrarily. They
know what they're doing.
Comment periods in
my experience (oh let's see, part 23, ERAU bolt hole AD, 100hr eddy current Hartzell AD, erau final AD still being sharpened behind the cloak of that admin swamp, I could go on), offer little more than a cathartic release for impotent rage, but fundamentally don't change the parts they really don't want to change.
Mickey mouse "what the definition of 'is' is" verbiage stuff? Sure. But they're not going to change the
one thing that would make a fully depreciated Mooney or bonanza into the fold of LSA Shangri-effin-La because "
gee chucks, we were hard fast on it, but that SGOTI sure made a compelling argument, and he writes so well...". It also provides cover and the veneer of democracy, without any of the enfranchisement. In a way, participating in that charade is to give legitimacy to that admin tyranny. I rather they dispensed with the platitude, and just said what they meant. I find it less offensive when people tell me they're effing me to my face, but that's me and my predilections.
The unelected and unrepresentative lifetime monarchy that is the modern SCOTUS decreed a while ago that money is speech, legal figments are persons with rights, and bribery is not illegal depending on how much money your buddy has. Which is to say we're all relative mutes by that metric down here in the 'stfu and row!' section of this pay-to-play ship.
But hey, I'm rooting for ya Andy Dufresne. To quote the warden: "[
They]
Sure can [ignore you forever].. but you write your letters if it makes you happy, I'll even mail 'em for ya, how's that?"
On a serious note, I'll make you a deal Tony. They change the Vs1 to 63knots (the KCAS Vs1 to qualify a Beech C33A) and you can PM me and I'll Zelle ya $100 for you to purchase a steak dinner with the frau or mistress at the eatery of your choice. You have my word on it. Which is to say, that and screaming into the FAA void, will get you a steak dinner.