The absence of something often goes unnoticed. I doubt you have realized that I have never once tried to justify my love for carp on Fly-Carpin. No top ten reasons my favorite fish kicks your favorite's ass. No discourses on all the very real advantages carp have as a gamefish. No knicknames designed to borrow cool from other species. Just a celebration of fly fishing for carp and the cultural revolution it represents.
Why do I feel so utterly uninspired to justify my (our?) love of carp? I saw a random shirt on a random dude today that explains it perfectly:
"I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned"