the jatsman

"I saved a life today, maybe several, and I feel very good about myself. I have always believed in the concept and used to carry one of those little cards in my wallet, but typically lost it, so today I used the internet and became an organ donor NHSBT - Organ Donation - so not until I am gone then, and hopefully not for a while yet, meanwhile I will go back to bed and sleep some of this precious gift of life away, and try to self analyse why I have offered to give everything away, except my eyes then..."

the jatsman

"Crikey!..." laughs Jats "...thats the problem with dating this time round all the women in my age bracket are in their sexual peak with their insatiable appetites and oft kinky bent, with plenty of learned tricks up their sleeves that would cause even a younger chap difficulty to keep up with these voracious Cougars, MILF's, and GILF's and so once I have given them that orgasm like nothing they have ever experienced in their lives, some of them even finding God, well they shout his name often enough in bed, they just want it again and again, where for me, by then, I would rather have a nice cup of tea instead".

the jatsman

The chameleon chuckles as JATS huddles around the morning fire, warmed now, and with the promise of the sun outside the window JATS moves to a different room to shoot some Americans "...remarkable similarities there XXXX, a lost faith resurging or a hotel room read for Jim Morrison perhaps, and certainly another reminder of the chasm between the Americans and the English this 'faith' that the Americans hold on to in far greater numbers than we little Islanders where most of our churches were converted to pubs or private houses back in the housing boom of the eighties, a different kind of worship then, greed, with the rest holding on to their meagre and dying congregations..." the chameleon rummages to find fresh batteries to sate JATS need "...so, we discard our faith, while the US cling on to it with ever increasing vigour for indeed they have to as 'We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness' does not make sense to a nation of Atheists who have no creator and know that not all men are equal, other than in the American dreamland..." and the chameleon chuckles as JATS parody the words in their headsets of their defeated foes in giggles of laughter 'Aggghhhh god damn Brits' goes the cry in their mock American accents.

the jatsman

And Jats rises this good Friday morning feeling like he has been carrying that cross "...the true meaning of Easter? Let's see then in this secular society what that means to the children of England..." as he carries his tea and takes a quick snap poll amongst the six in his temporary care briefly interrupting their poker game "...and the votes are in, one mention of 'Jesus', one for the 'Easter Bunny', and an overwhelming consensus that Easter is all about chocolate Easter Eggs and scoffing them... so it looks like XXXX got it right first time..." Jats goes off to light his fire singing 'the children are our future...' and then shows them this picture of how they are made to howls of giggling delight.

the jatsman

a repost...

"...in the nineties the crime rates soared across the US to unprecedented levels and despite all predictions by the experts that it would continue it suddenly, inexplicably began to drop, and for sure the experts and politicians jumped on the bandwagon claiming it was their policies like gun control, and the soaring economy that had led to this, but it was not..." the chameleon devours his facts again still raising an eyebrow "...no it was all thanks to a much earlier incident in 1973 when the Supreme Court ruled in favour of a Ms Roe and legalized abortion came into place across the country, so that then these children who are not born equal, not where the propensity to fall into crime is concerned, were therefore not around when they should have been to continue the upward trend, and instead began the greatest crime rate drop in recorded history, so like the proverbial butterfly that flaps its wings in one continent and causes a hurricane in another Ms Roe dramatically altered the course of events without intending to. All she wanted was an abortion..."

the jatsman

"...September 77, Port Elizabeth weather fine, it was business as usual in police room 619..."Jats sings lying on his couch in his little cottage by the canal, the words coming back to him easily, even though he had not heard them for such a long time they are thankfully ingrained forever "...and the world all looks towards South Africa again now as it is about to host the Football World Cup, a country that to some, very recently, was the last bastion of how things should be done, the pinnacle of white supremacy, the blacks in their rightful place crowded in their filthy ghettos spreading their diseases away from the white men and their precious white women, as it should be, as their God decreed, until the likes of Steve Biko, almost a forgotten man now, and then that damned Mandela came along, oh how things have changed now in his rainbow nation, where now there is hope for all and not the chosen few, but still we hear the little reminiscent echo's, disguised as patriotism or conservatism, not quite saying what has just been said here, yet you can almost hear them thinking it, between their carefully chosen words here and there on the internet, and so, when the first ball is kicked next week I will raise a glass, not just to toast the tournaments start, but to toast South Africa and those men who kept on believing that there is no such thing as part freedom..." as Jats sings again "....You can blow out a candle, but you can't blow out a fire, once the flames begin to catch, the wind will blow it higher..."

the jatsman

"...well I am back then, battered and bruised, but only a little as slowly we seem to be having an impact on clearing the Balsam that was satisfying as we sat by the fire looking out at the lake in the shadow of the mountain..." enjoying now the first game for the Dutch the artizans of world football with their legacy of Cruyf inspiring them on but never quite making it "...and on the way down I simply had to see the first England match somewhere, difficult in the foreign land of the Welsh valleys that still defeats modern technology but then after two days of the soporific affect of clicking back into natures rhythms the desire melted to screw it I am not moving, now that a radio station was found to satisfy my craving, others taking over as my toes toasted and the Brandy soothed my throat, still it is good to be back though and back to reality..."

the jatsman

repost from elsewhere...

"...yes I saw both and John's performance was gayer, just, not the performances of old from the Roo's who seem to be missing a centre forward and the Germans looked in unusually early form, diving, cheating and generally being lucky bastards, still, hopefully we will avoid them in the next rounds until the final..." says Jats really not believing it, settling down to watch Argentina now already admiring Messi, Tevez, Mascherano for their skill and tenacity, a trio of my favourite little men "...really enjoying it now as we move into the second round of games and looking forward to the England game tomorrow night where JATS will put on war paint and remember this summer forever then..."

the jatsman

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/8768122.stm

"...just came across an excellent article which sums things up really, for any readers amongst you, agreeing with most of it before the first ball was kicked..." settling down to watch the Dutch now who have a touch of steel about them these days and should be a good watch "...still, you will never take away a young boys dreams..."

fleamailman

repost from elsewhere, why one shouldn't think on forumlevel

"...it would be like shuffling the deck so to speak..." replied the goblin who always advised people to save their posts now, adding "...ah but the tally would just remain regardless, simply the tally being "what have you posted for the duration that you had the chance to" where if one has not backed up ones posts that becomes yet another reflection...", in fact, the mirror that the goblin meant had nothing to do with how others saw one here where they couldn't see one, nor was it this thread here, nor any one thread for that matter, no the mirror to him was simply the tally where each post on forumland became part of that tally then, where locks bans and deletions were "after the fact" reality but at the end of the year one still knew where one stood