The chameleon sees the masked man appearing, perhaps a stealing, he has no problem with that "...for how could I, me, with all my masks, pursuing shiny things that lie within my grasp..." he takes off a few more layers, fresh from padding across the overnight snow, which will no doubt cause chaos tomorrow, and stokes up the fire with one of his freshly acquired logs "...no, take what you will, say what you like, it is random here, "we make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give"... if given from a good heart".

"...the snow stuck well and true, as I thought it would, and I have got my slobs on in front of the fire, this is when life is good, hey I'm no fool it doesn't get any better than this, and I will enjoy it awhile and forget about anything I have to worry about and just enjoy this winters day, a day off, and so tomorrow back to being a super-hero then..."

the witchdoctor smiled “...goblin, you think it's a recession because they have told you that it is one, but look at it more closely, every recession to date has been investors withdrawing their investment in late autumn, causing the market to slump, whereupon an injection of capital from either banks or governments props things up until, that too, proves futile and one has the recession for sure, but a recession, like its namesake, is supposed to eventually return things to what they once were are they not...”, to which the witchdoctor leaned closer to the goblin, continuing “...so now, with a trillion dollar debt and one dollar in ten going to service that debt too, and with far too much money in circulation anyway, and that ever unchanged "upside down demographic pyramid", still think it's a recession goblin..." at which the witchdoctor took a deep breath and just continued "...it's a “default” goblin, financial musical chairs if you like where the music has stopped, america will survive goblin, but it has filed for chapter 13 is all but name...”

"...lovely pic, I had designs on that..." chuckles the chameleon "...and what of the poor little UK, now that Uncle Tom is on his knees, how fairs our special relationship now I wonder, as usual I'm not quite sure what's going on, but I can "feel it", my hackles have been rising for many a year, predicting the housing collapse here in the UK, oh I was the dinner party bore then, while they twittered on about the beginning of their downfalls, then the rising inflation from my shopping bill, and before that the sell out of the company I had helped build, and I cherish my habit of seeing the signs, getting out by making other plans, if only I had used this gift to play the markets then, but shudder at the thought of what I would have become, and are these just the ramblings of a mad man supported by another, for sure it's not in the media, not in the US anyhow, so utter nonsense then, it can't be true, surely, yet over here for all I abhor it there is a glimmer here and there on the BBC, as an old much decried economics theory is now discussed once in a while, as they try to work out if its just "dismal" then, or "really dismal" this state we are in, and as for climbing out of it, as they would like to have us think...further to fall yet from this brink..."

Hey Jats! I have rather intense feelings about the posture all the National and International economics decline. All relative and effected by our illustrious leaders... regardless as to on Who's watch? The news and political accounts will not enlighten the public of the reality of it all. We're told that things are looking up and turning around. Not in my community.

Pardon my lapse of manners.

"...we are sorry for the slight interruption to your normal services here, the matter is being looked into, and we hope to be able to return you to normal viewing shortly when JATS returns on monday, meanwhile here is some music..." said the goblin

"...once I have stopped laughing at that last post, normal service will resume..."

("...it was quiet then, but you'll soon change that..." said the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, that troll's "last post" thread

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nah leave the thread here then

the goblin agreed, in that, if this thread were actually a game, then most threads here would wind up in the games section, "...for with this thread you are given full license to troll again..." said the goblin who first suspected that under that thin veneer of troll lurked an active mind fraught with such intellectual aspirations that only a thread like this could hope to rectify, saying "...yes thats right, simply you need to prove to yourselves your inability here, that way all those nasty aspirations will disappear, and you will be happy being some poor troll again

"...an appropriate repost for your last post too then..."

"...the appeal of the soap opera, I do have a guilty pleasure of watching Eastenders omnibus edition, it doesnt matter if you miss 2 or 3 or 6, you soon catch up with who hates who, who has made up, following the various sub plots of the resident lunatics and the frightening regularity of people being bumped off, and despite its compact fantasy, real life is often more ludicrous, specially on the internet, just that some don't seem to get the help they need as quick..."

we fight on, repost from elsewhere...

"...then viva la resistance then..." he shouts while putting on his shoes ready to forage for supplies amongst the humans once more "...do they not realise we are professional highly trained natural born killers with pens mightier than their swords, an elite mobile unit battle scarred but not weary of their illogical thoughts and tiresome taunts, onwards onwards then us valiant few, we few, we happy few, we band of brothers, for he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother..."

and the warrior returns another fresh scar oozing from his side, he can feel it, oft familiar with the sensation now, oozing into the dressing that he is so adept at self making, a half grimace half smile across his lips as he recounts how the battle went once more, forever learning, hence he rides still "...a repost from elsewhere then, rare advice from the Jatsman on a lurv site, where they are young too..."

"... Oh go on then I'm in the mood..." probably the man flu kicking in "... well reading through, you have answered yourself, and are merely looking for affirmation that you are doing the right thing, you are. I'm guessing you are young and so it's harder then to fight those urges, but, you are right, let her go, and continue to do so in the gentlemanly and forthright way you seem to be behaving. In twenty years time she will be on the new "facebook" lamenting at her loss, and by then you will have long gone through this pain and be with your true love, and if not, give her one then for old times sake and get your own back. Joking aside, you are doing the right thing for you, it's hard, but you will get through. Funny how someone can be so right for you, but, even because of a few little things, so wrong for you, then, so hard to love someone and set them free..."

another repost of JATS playing agony aunt once more, dominant overbearing mothers this time, just in case...

the chameleon grinds his teeth having come across one or two such creatures in his past "...and so l throw in my rare two penneth worth here then on such matters. Be brave, nip it in the bud now, the advice you have been given, confronting her about it, is as per usual perfect, and if you can not deal with her face to face, as no doubt she will twist your words and the conversation to her shape, then write to her about how you feel, not forgetting to compliment her on the lessons she has taught you so well that prepare you now, and even if this battle does not go as you wish, at first, do not give up and fight it again. Assert your self before it is too late as she will not give in easily, for if you give in you will drift into adulthood like many young women do where nothing and no ONE is ever good enough for dear mother. She should be proud of you and let you run free and be there for you, when need be..."

"if you help them choose their own path it will always lead back to you"

(the goblin loved that one)

("...the reason why I liked that first one, is because it hit a cord in my trying to live up to my ghosts and their correctness, forgetting that they were humans once with faults like the rest of us..." explained the goblin who somehow incorporated them into his life still, saying "...it's as if no one ever dies on me, they're just there in the past as always...")