Man of La Munchies
A poster at 9-11 Blogger makes an unfortunate comparison:
But you have pushed this voice out of your mind for a long time, silencing it's all too rational dissent, in favor of listening to the angrier voice, the rebellious voice, the human voice.
In so doing you have saddled up your steed, strapped on your armor, bid farewell to your trusty man-servant, and taken direct aim at the nearest fortified windmill. Your heart brimming with righteous indignation, your teeth clinched hard in your battle grimace, and your grip tightened upon your worn and splintered lance as your target looms into focus casting it's deep shadow on the bodies of the fallen who have made this charge before you. Their remains serve as a reminder that the predictable results have never been a matter for debate anywhere except for that one fleeting moment just before the battle between a man and his fate; that one moment when anything is possible, and you are completely and totally free.
You know, Troofers as Don Quixotes actually makes a lot of sense.
And he admits the dwindling interest in the Troof:
We may not all be destined to see the top of the hill, the view overlooking the field of victorious battle, but it is enough to know that though our numbers grow smaller everyday now, in time the human condition will win out and these dark days that we have been fortunate enough to be born into, will be forever viewed by history as man-kinds greatest test and it's most noble of victories.
This is my quest, to follow that star!
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far!