Lol
That topic was meant to give comparison of capabilities of both vessels in order to point out merits & DeMerits of each option.....
It was not vis on vis comparison.
On topic :
And as far as Gripen vs Jf17 goes, one must remember that Gripen is benchmark for Jf17 to be compared .........
Rest both aircraft house exact opposite tech origin.
One aircraft is product of American, Swedish, English & German tech
Other is product of Chinese, Russia, Pakistani tech. (ECM as exception)
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Swedish have access to advance sub systems and a strong eco to afford such purchases, Jf17 case is exact opposite as we want to keep it capable but still cheaper, advance but still sanction proof hence compromising availability of market of sub systems and of course there is crippled eco to back this project.
Untill now, Gripen is superior, on paper Jf17 might beat Gripen in some parameters but in terms of quality of combat equipment it's far ahead. One must realise that Gripen air frame has low metallic and alloy components compared to Thunder, and in flight control systems Jf17 lags behind Gripen for having Limited Fly by wire system and if Hybrid origin.
Block 3 might match the ability gap as Pakistan is looking for Selex products like Raven series AESA radar, sky guard IRST, dedicated ECM from Spain/Italy , Better engine with more thrust & fuel efficiency (Rd33MJ) , South African missiles (A darter), Turkish sub systems ( Asalpod) etc etc
Adding expensive equipment to the Block III, will of course increase the price.
http://www.berattarverkstan.se/net/soup.htm
Nail Soup
A traditional swedish folk-tale
This story will be used in connection with a nordic storytelling day on spring equinox (march 20, 2002). It can be distributed freely with this copyright notice intact.
Once upon a time there was a tramp walking through a deep forest. He made his living selling a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Now he was cold and tired and hungry and what was even worse, he had nothing left to sell. All he owned were the ragged clothes he wore and an old, bent nail.
When he came out of the forest he saw a little cottage, with smoke rising from the chimney. He knocked on the door, the door opened and a woman looked at him suspiciously.
- Please, could you be as good as to give a poor man shelter for the night, he asked.
- I know your kind, she said, if I let you in you won´t leave before you have eaten everything I have. And I tell you, I´m so poor I haven´t had a bite for three days. So you just go away!
But the tramp was a clever fellow, and the woman was so greedy that she immediately invited him when he said that of course he didn´t want to eat the little she had. On the contrary, he wanted her to share his evening meal.
- But first I want to see the food you say you want to share, she said.
- This is all I need, he said, and took an old, bent nail out of his pocket. Just bring me a pot and some water, and I´ll cook the best soup you ever tasted with this nail.
The woman brought a pot and looked with amazement as the tramp made a fire, cooked some water and dropped the nail in it.
- The soup might be a little thin, he said, you see I have been using the nail for seven days now. It is a pity you don´t have a little salt, that would surely make the soup taste like a soup fit for any gentleman´s house. But what we lack, we don´t have.
- Now that I come to think of it, said the woman. I might have a little salt left since Christmas.
- How lucky, said the tramp and put the salt in the pot. Well I was thinking that perhaps you could even serve this soup to the priest, if we only had some vegetables also. But what we lack, we don´t have.
- Now that I come to think of it, said the woman. I might have some vegetables in the cellar.
The tramp praised the wisdom of the woman and the excellent taste of the soup.
- I think it would even be fit to serve the king, if we only had a little meat to add, said the tramp. But there is no use longing for the impossible. What we lack, we don´t have.
- Now that I come to think of it, said the woman. There might be some dried meat left somewhere.
The tramp happily added the meat to the by now sweet-smelling soup, the woman made the table with her finest silver spoons and her best plates. When she came to think of it, there was actually some wine left since her husband´s funeral.
So she felt almost like a queen when they shared the soup the tramp had cooked with his nail. The next morning the tramp left without his nail, because the woman wouldn´t let him go before he agreed to sell it. And still to this day, the nail has been very useful. Not only can you make a wonderful soup, but you can also use it for cooking tales with. True, what we lack we don't have, but if you add a little of this and a little of that it will certainly be a story fit for telling to a king!
Ulf Ärnström 2002