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...back to the revolution then....I just had to step in elsewhere where someone was being derided for being a good neighbour...

"...just had to pop in and say you are a brave man indeed xxxx where doing a good deed is seen as a bit weird these days and whether you wangle a PS3 out of it, or not, in the end you are still basically trying to help a brother and neighbour out, which is not a bad thing the way things are panning out all across America now and this is just a start remember with more and more of you becoming the new Okies now, living close to the breadline, claiming foodstamps and bartering your stuff away to eat, or just buy gas..." as Jats is interrupted by Jane two doors down returning the step ladders she borrowed last week and having a little chat to see how she is coping with the supermarket masters of hers making her work all hours before returning to add "...and so I should imagine that many of those here giving you grief dont even know their neighbours names let alone anything about them as more and more of you are tied to your isolated slavery now, stuck on the wheel where it's a long way down should they fall with no one there to care about them at all, no get on with your neighbours I say, it might save your life one day..." as Jats thoughts drift to Cuba's agricultural revolution again, communities coming together building market gardens and being self sufficient in food despite the trade embargo's from its neighbours with Jats thinking if he really wanted to help his neighbour, then teach em to grow their own food, why it could be a revolution without a revolution then

http://www.twnside.org.sg/title/twr118h.htm

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ezuz_-eZTMI"]TEDxDirigo - Roger Doiron - A Subversive Plot: How to Grow a Revolution in Your Own Backyard - YouTube

 

...oh there you are Lucky... a repost from elsewhere then...

"...so, has anyone ever simply asked what this plan is then for the new much improved forum other than just bearing witness to the growing outcome here where of course I will keep you company along the way on this emotional journey..." promises Jats nodding "...though it's understandable to be upset when one has posted so much of oneself only to find suddenly it is all gone, just a fading memory lost in the archives along with xxxxx's history stuff where one has to essentially start all over, until it's hardly worth the effort, specially if nothing of you was really worth saving while wasting all that time then ..." chuckles Jats who has just warned the missus once again to 'leave the fucking junk draw alone BITCH' and still bristling at the thought of losing all that good stuff in there that will come in handy one day where Jats just knows he will end up with a shed in the end hiding everything from her OCD "...no change is inevitable, and as I have said before forums come and go where if you see forumland as just one big forum then you have nothing to fear other than being the last poster left standing, as eventually all there will be is millions of forums with only mods on them and no one to mod then as humans do what humans do then..." where the chameleon will just shrug and say 'I told you so' again

 

"Ah, isn't that the crux of humanity? They all want to be the boss, and yet not all of them can really lead." The little mouse laughs at the attempts of one human to keep the other in check, while the one being reigned in actually is the one plotting the course, or does it only seem that way? "What is real, Jats? What if this reality is but a dream?"

A repost then ...

"But if one knows one is the dreamer doesn't that imply one knows to be the sleeper?" The little mouse laughs and pulls the duvet up. "To dream of better ways and better days one must be unsatisfied with what one has while awake. But then again all humans dream of better days, whether it be awake or as a sleeper. They need the dream to hold on to their hopes. But aren't hopes and dreams locked together? Does hope fuel the dream, or does the dream allow for hope to grow into expectation?" She smiles as she knows her dream appears to have come true. Unless she's still dreaming and will one day have to wake up again.

 

...a new post from elsewhere then...

"...you know me..." smiles Jats fresh from a waste of time meeting, getting stuck behind idiot drivers and having had a row with the missus cus she has to go and behave like an irrational idiot now and again like the rest of them, some kind of flocking behaviour perhaps, Jats conjectures sipping his brew here in the first real cold day of the shire as winter creeps in now though it's thankfully dry and beautifully sunny as Jats puts an extra fleece on continuing "...for example, have you forgot about the bullion act, where your precious gold can be ordered to be surrendered on the government's whim, when necessary, it's happened before, look it up..." as Jats wonders whether that will be before, or after savings are stolen by the banks/gov'munt and reminds him self to ask flea more about it, he'll know, he always does, spookily "...so yeah, where do you keep your preciouses safe then..." chuckles Jats "...under the mattress? Might as well, or you could all withdraw your money from the banks en masse, for a day, or two, teach the fuckers a lesson, but no, even that has been tried and failed as you lot couldn't even fucking manage that could you, so no wonder they herd you back again with adverts saying 'we are really nice us banks really, have a loan, we'll look after your money, we're nice now, honest' seeing as you fall for it every time thinks Jats and then adds with a sigh "... so, yeah buy some gold if you like, at record prices, which might keep you going for a bit until they put a stop to it, but if it comes to that then seeds may just be as valuable, amongst other items..." suggests Jats reminding him to go check his little ones in the greenhouse for a moment "...but if you want my advice, buy land I say..." chuckles Jats one last time before going back to chopping wood to continue his own journey now


sent from my netbook running linux wearing shades and covered in sawdust in the back garden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHhrZgojY1Q"]The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again - YouTube

 

...repost, new, from the death penalty thread elsewhere...

"...though I think the death penalty is far too complex for most, so back to the banks then, randomly, your masters of destiny where there's only one way this is all going to go as the peasants sway to and fro dangling to the tune that ourdearmedia feeds you while all along they have been doing just what I said they would and having been caught with their pants down again, in the act, caught red handed here in little ol England where they have been purposely foreclosing on companies so that they can grab the assets, houses cars and all, your wife and kids even, destroying lives, communities out of pure greed, and the best of it here is it's our bank, owned by owned by the taxpayer, destroying lives and communities, brilliant uh! And so I told you so again..." laughs the chameleon at the brilliance of the conjuring trick going on right under the sheep's noses and looks for that post again as exhibit number two hundred and seventy seven in the growing evidence for the biggest class action case in human history, potentially, if they can be arsed then "...where I'm pretty confident that this is going on all over Umerica too, so what you gonna do, when you have nothing left uh? Yup you'll be screaming for their heads soon, and who will blame you... no not I then either, too..."

http://www.reuters.com/article/2013/11/24/us-rbs-defaults-idUSBRE9AN0HL20131124

 

"But isn't greed a very human trait? The thing that seems to motivate them most? Must have that bigger car, because the neighbour has one too, and mine must be the most expensive in the whole estate." The little mouse laughs, a knowing smirk really for she's seen the result of greed and picked up the shards of what was left in its wake. "Move along, nothing to see here," she says and empties her mug. She stares and contemplates whether or not to get a refill, or would that be greedy? She remembers the humans at the buffet the other day, how she watched them give in to their greed. Not for money, or worldly possessions, but for food. "People should take more notice of each other and learn from their fellow men. Not like on the motorway, when 'nebbing' other human's misfortune causes even more mayhem, but rather see what goes wrong and adjust their behaviour accordingly to prevent themselves from being absorbed by the monster that is Greed." The little mouse shakes her head as she reaches out for another slice of toast, while her belly is already filled with cheese. "One should always listen to ones inner most self. Not want for more when one has all one needs. But wouldn't that be a perfect world when all humans started doing that? And does perfection really exists?"

 

...I’ll give you some attention later, the revolution must come first, or I wouldn't be a dashing hero then now would I... so, must dash... have one of flea's in the meantime...

"...the end of empire is marked by a disillusionment to the value of money in its debasement downwards by the powers that be..." repeated the goblin, adding "...that currency wars lead to trade wars that in turn take us to real wars is not new as an idea in itself, yet who doesn't see that a currency war is but a distortion of the accepted value of money to the advantage of the distorter here, resulting in the present day unmentioned yet obvious race to the bottom...", in fact it wasn't hard for the goblin to see the pitfall to the current devaluation, in that, if one's savings would devalue then why would anyone save that which depreciates in value over time, moreover, if the assets one held would be confiscated by the powers that be in times of crisis, when and where that crisis was self made by the powers that be, then what asset is worth keeping, especially where the value of that asset is overvalued and taxed to begin with, much like most properties are for example, yes the goblin could see the way the wind was blowing, saying "...yes there is an everyday complacency until there is panic, and complete denial until there is shock, where nothing ever happens overnight until the day one wakes to find that the money has no more value and that one's assets have been either nationalized or repossessed by the banksters, so welcome to another end of empire then, just like each one before isn't it, for printing more money is printing less value, so the disillusionment is simply that then where we look the other way for a long as possible it seems..."

 

("...yes, I'm not writing much this month, instead I've been editing my blog into whatever it deserves..." went the goblin going through a barrage of karma within himself over it, adding "...awful lot of thoughts running around in my head of late, where me by my keyboard is the reason I give myself, though I'm lying though, no it's just a reappraisal of that which can't change however much I appraise it, and back it all comes in those unguarded moments, a writing lark with no "off" switch...")


repost from the goblin's blog

dungford village muddles along, just a little world with its heart somehow set in the past as ever refusing to accept that hurtling through space were objects hell bent on a collision course, and where the goblin too, felt himself little better than the village then, or this world now, for he too muddled along with everything it seemed, "...perhaps we ever do is muddle along then..." ventured the goblin at himself, whereupon he turned around to his mother upon her anniversary, and inquired "...ah now, happy birthday and what would you like to do today then...", his mother smiled back and loosely replied "...ah, I'm going out into the garden to tidy up the hedge...", and with that the day passed like any other, or like all the others then, just a muddled ebb of the time remaining on a collision course all draped in denial and muted despair

 

("...blog, did I hear you right, blog, you'll be doing guest spots next..." chuckles Jats to himself "...I'm in an editing my posts phase, it's come to that stage as only one forum stretches me to write now though they have long since been any challenge and it's only as I have no posts left for there and so have to write on the hoof all the time, but nearly enough to do it all over again with enough ammo this time round, so time to edit then, though some of the new ones turn out ok still...")

"...na I'll not bother as I can barely keep up a post a day at the moment..." shrugs Jats, then chuckling having just been pounced on by the second leftenant for some cuddles and kisses "...though she can do what she likes with it, while I'm alive, or probably dead and the second part, or perhaps the sequel, haven't decided yet, telling what really happened then will just write itself, as if by magic, in these posts now..." smiles Jats feeling very pleased with him self and hoping the end of the world doesn't happen just yet, having rather a good time and plans coming together very nicely indeed, but then resigning himself to at least sharing what's to come with someone special then "...no don't you worry ol flea, I'm not going back to that bookworld bollocks unless someone pays me an advance so I can avoid writing it until the very last minute while bumbling about the house and anyway, you've got to find your audience first, and I think I'm finding mine now..."

 

...a repost that has just had an airing elsewhere, still a bit long, but so apt every time...

Jats considers this during his day off dossing about after staying up until stupid o'clock to watch the stupid American football, seeing as the Giants lost now then "...nope I agree with my nameless friend, it doesn't matter in the long run, but in the short term it does, depending on a number of things, mainly if you are already rich or not, so if you are, or your folks can lend you money to make you rich too, then vote ripublican then, and if you are not then dimocrat it is then, for 'four more years, four more years', yet if I was indeed American and could vote, half of me would want to vote Dimocrat as that would ease the pain somehwat that will be taking place over the next four more years, and yet the other half would vote Ripublican as that would speed up the inevitability that's on the way, and so I am torn then between pragmatism and conscience...though, see, half of you won't even fuckin vote for starters, sat on your lazy arses, and no matter how bad it is going to get from now, to the point where you are living in a totalitarian state with all the masks of deceit laid bear before you as even more tales of corruption, manipulation and sadistic greed are exposed as ourdearmedia is being stripped bare now for all to see, it will have to get to the point to where it is personal to all of you, to make a scrap of difference, until it's your mother, your sister, your girlfriend, or most of the classmates you went to school with that are affected seen from the neighbourhood that used to be so nice that is slowly rotting into decline..." distracted by a knock at the door Jats shoots the shit for a bit with his new pal Frank then, who Jats knew would come in handy, as they carry the half price diesel around the back while laughing and sharing a joke or two "...where was I, ah yes and if you are indeed rich and supporting the Ripublicans no matter what, then what the fuck are you doing on forumland, nah, you wouldn't be here, that lot are not listening to the people, they do not have a fucking clue about the common man and what's going on here..." which is just as well thinks the chameleon looking out of the window nervously "...and for all you brag about your possessions, your latest purchases to boost the economy, which is just another pile of shit to flit away and throw away to ease the pain, remember you could go broke overnight, like that..." Jats clicks his fingers then laughs at himself doing so then wanders about biscuits before continuing "...nah they are just the deluded small percentage still ironing their shirt for the morning, or homesteaders living in fear behind their bullets and eating cheese while the revolution goes on outside their windows beaming live on their big tv's, whereas I now..." says Jats marvelling once more at his 21st century Kalishnikov beneath his fingers "...no I'm getting involved in this, why not, it could be a larf as I have all of forumland now with the best weapon that the military let slip through their fingers, yes let the virtual wars begin..." announces Jats closing the curtains for an afternoon wank now and then a bit of gardening perhaps

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aunrJ5CXVMw&feature=related"]Dylan Moran - Gardening, Gardening, Gardening, Death!!! - YouTube

 

...well you edited that pic out, but I can't put one in it's place now, the editing time being so limited here, still, I'll put the one above in the repost to stop that happening again then... a repost then...

"...well I wouldn't be here if I didn't think that now would I, and this would just become another show thread with post after post from elsewhere unless I got great quotes like that to make me write here then too, other than just annoying the resident trolls and watching the football then ..." nods the chameleon with thanks and feeling a post coming on then "...no I have not given up on America just yet, even if many Americans have, which will be proven by the apathetic turnout in this next election from those that could make all the difference, though not that I blame you at all, given the choice, perfectly understandable, but to me, thinking annoyingly pragmatically as usual, there seems to be enough of you to choose your own way instead and get back to how it all started in the first place to select your leaders from those amongst you who have the selfless attributes of some of your founding fathers, and forcing power on those who would then willingly serve their country rather than suffer those who force the power upon you now in an illusion of choice to serve their masters, their greed, and their egos then, and why not, you have the weapon to do it with, well for a little while at least anyway..." as Jats notices yet another example of internet censorship for 'the good of the people' creeping in by the back door once more "...though it'll take another war, and a couple more major scandals yet to make many sit up and take notice that all the sheep around them are being fleeced and prepared for mass slaughter, and maybe then they will drag thereselves away from their little boxes of make believe and join in the fight back..." suggests Jats though adding "...but I would stay annonymous if I was you, to start with..."

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...a repost then where it just keeps happening...

"...yes how could this happen, a graduate struggling along on minimum wage, must be something wrong with him, shit school then, or drugs, or he's black, hispanic, a hippy, a fool, whatever, but never a jew have you noticed..." Jats chuckles seeing the missus wiggling her bottom while cooking "...or whatever excuse you want to come up with, but I'm seeing a lot of them on forumland these days, where they can't all be trolls, no it's not parody, yet, but way more prevalent and across Europe too where the young are struggling just to eat and pay their bills..." as Jats mind whizzes through history picking out similarities "...in debt up to their eyeballs and on the working wheel for ten, twenty years with their worthless degrees as the sleepers awake now..." smiles Jats, pleased "...yes who can blame then then, if the young end up doing what they end up doing, and in a police state too now, yes it's going to be bloody..."

 

"Indeed, nothing is forever and all things must end," the little mouse empties her glass and thanks xxxx for sharing the wisdom of the wedge. "True and a good thing too, because life's too short to have the joy of it burdened with wedges and grudges of which wedges are built. So live, love, and celebrate that what you have and do not linger on what one must miss."

 

"...too true, wise words indeed little mouse, but then I do still like to grudge bears though..." chuckles Jats knowing his self again and then looking back with a repost

"...I don't want to do daily life today..." sighs Jats despite just coming back from a pleasant little walk through the shabby market town to get some supplies in the dazzling winter sunshine and being accompanied on the way back by a clients daughter with her two tiny little ones who live around the corner and having a lovely little chat in the process "...I want to escape from it all, hibernate the winter away, lock my doors, draw the blinds and not come out until spring like sensible bears do..." as Jats recognises it now by the process of writing it down, the winter nights depression hanging over him like a dark cloud that comes at this time, where even the groceries on the counter still waiting to be put away give out tell tale clues, the extra chocolate, custard, apple pie and the first bottle of brandy of the winter that is about to be opened now "...where even those who have to live in total darkness for up to six months of the year might make it through too then, by recognising their self along the way..."

 

Radio transmission...intercepted. They'll never break the encryption, prosecutor must go to sleep sometime this week

 

...indeed Ace, indeed, and welcome to random stuff then where you'll see it's all or nothing here... a repost then

"...yes hiding in plain sight indeed, that's they key..." as Jats is irritated again by thinking of the third cctv mast going up in his little shabby market town covering the rest of the high street now, where unlike other revelry hotspots around the country it's hardly needed here, nothing a couple of old fashioned policemen couldn't sort out on a Friday night, though it's cheaper, is spying, you see "...and its not like they would have the manpower to swoop everyone up who protests on-line then, if we all did it, interrogating them all one by one until they found you neither, or I then, seeing as I have a habit of floating around on a different IP and using Linux for starters, though when they try to then, that would be the time to worry wouldn't it... no they wouldn't do that would they, spy on their own citizens, only in America surely..." smiles Jats listening to the radio and singing along '...yes cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks indeed..." agrees Jats covering his tracks again

 

i like how the superbowl logo says in pretty big letters NEW YORK.
the reason that is amusing is because its in new jersey

 

...ah those old rivalries hey, where me I'm just looking forward to the game despite my Pats not making it and where hopefully that Seattle defence can smash in Peyton's massive forehead for me in revenge... a repost then...

"...gangs hey... and I must admit I was part of it in my yoof, sitting there pint in hand talking bullshit with the rest of them, all of the same tribe, feeling the sheer exhilaration as our number grew into the hundreds as we filled the subway filing through as one moving beast chanting abusive songs and feeling unbeatable as the primal urges swelled our pride, until that is, we saw two thousand Tottenham fans waiting in the field for us as we emerged into the sunlight, the ringleaders at the front, pointing, marshalling while ours looked on haplessly as we turned and ran for our lives..." Jats sips the warm tea remembering, and still marvelling at the comparison that long ago a mere 10,000 or so brave men stood on a hill with shields locked to try and save this nation that is England then, which is just a fraction of most modern day football crowds "...yes some continue in that vein for the rest of their lives, while others choose differently, looking at themselves with a different eye, though still the same underneath when all reason is lost then..."

 

...and here's a repost of my thoughts on 21/12/12 then, where the world didn't end yet...

Jats finds himself watching Blade Runner for the umpteenth time, virtually knowing it line for line by now, the fire on, out of the shower, shaved and waiting for the American Football to come on "...so we didn't die then, 2012 was not our end, no cataclysmic event, just lurching from one shambolic mess to the next as usual..." scoffs Jats who had never been worried for a second taking off his tin foil hat for a moment with only one night left, you never know "...so on a brighter note then, where for once I have to say well done Scotland for trying to wipe out homelessness and passing legislation now that entitles anyone finding themselves homeless through no fault of their own to settled accommodation, while on the other hand England's crusaders now, these failed politicians who are all back in power now thanks to shiny faced Dave are hell bent on creating as many homeless as possible thereby increasing the rising underclass that the Scottish were so worried about... where the stark reverse in policy keeps making me come to no other conclusion than this guy is picking a fight while they have all the guns, tear gas and water cannons which would terrify any American it seems, and having no guns here to defend against bad guys, yes it's all starting to smell a bit fishy if you ask me, a whiff of the last time the Tories clung to power, though how do you strike back now if you've no job to strike from where there will be many more this year to join them... yes 'Dave' me old china, it's time for a referendum indeed, to remove this pathetic coalition at least while we watch the world burn..." as the chameleon provides a lovely youtube site found full of treasures while browsing and smiling



http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-scotland-politics-20870160

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSywDBev5ss"]3x01 The Strike 02 20 1988 1 - YouTube