Tuesday, 27 February 2024

Как плачет Бог. I wrote this 6 years ago, it made me cry today.

 Пятница, 6 апреля 2018 г.

Как плачет Бог

 

Как плачет Бог ©

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Майкл Кейси

 

Итак, наступило 5 апреля 2018 года, и сага об отравлении российскими шпионами продолжается: Лондон опережает Нью-Йорк по количеству убийств. Поэтому я задавался вопросом, должен ли я прокомментировать или написать «Стихотворение плача», сработает ли сарказм, помогут ли океаны слез, станет ли Дэвид Ламми волшебником и поможет своим избирателям победить зло, которое кружится вокруг. У нас также есть 78-летний мужчина, ночью двое грабителей, один грабитель погиб, другой уехал на своем фургоне. Так что новости все очень печальные.

 

У меня тоже есть свои горькие и сладкие новости, которые, надеюсь, будут иметь счастливый конец, с помощью Бога и двух полицейских. Они говорят , что при решении проблем следует использовать метод Августина или оценку на 360 градусов, но что чувствует Бог? Пока я говорю, Радуга поет «Благослови меня, благослови меня».

 

Вот я и делаю, чтобы попытаться увидеть точку зрения Бога, озвученную мной. Хотя некоторые назовут это ересью, я им скажу: ВЫРАСТЫВАЙТЕ. Возможно, именно это и мог бы сказать Бог.

 

Я плакала о Матери-России, когда чистое нацистское зло обрушилось на вашу землю, Мария постоянно молилась за вас, пока вы все дрожали от холода. Когда вы освободили весь Восток, я понял, почему вам нужна была буферная зона после того, что с вами сделал Гитлер.

 

Я могу понять сильные стороны и ценности, а также благородство надежды, антинацистскую надежду, и я вижу такой либеральный Запад. Но дети мои, когда вы продали свою душу? Почему вы не поняли, что делиться – это христианин, а все другие конфессии верят в то, что нужно делиться и заботиться о слабых. Этот коммунизм начался как свобода духа, свобода от тирании, очень благородная, все ангелы аплодировали. Но потом всё пошло не так, одного мастера сменил другой лицемерный мастер.

 

Что случилось с моими церквями, свобода верить, единственной верой было неверие. И к чему это привело, к печали и отсутствию радости. Обман в спорте, который рекламировался как новая религия, мы должны обманывать в спорте, чтобы массы гордились им. Вы считаете людей скотом и обращаетесь с ними так, чтобы их доили. Затем богатства распродаются людям, которые покидают мать- Россию, и неудивительно, что люди рожают все меньше и меньше детей. Меньше детей – верный признак несчастья. И Мария плачет, она плачет, Мария плачет, потому что любит матушку Россию.

 

Человек создает больше оружия, больше способов разрушить этот Эдем, созданный для всех вас. Северной Корее следует больше петь и делать игрушки, настоящие игрушки, а не угрожать всем подряд. Я плачу слезами, океанами слез, ангелы обезумели. Что стало с моими детьми, со всеми моими детьми. Мои слёзы сливаются с океанами, как тают полярные шапки, всё из-за жадности не нужно. Белые медведи составляют мне компанию, пока я иду по этой Доброй Земле, моей радости, которую я создал для своих детей, чтобы поделиться ими со всеми своими детьми.

 

Бушует голод, и никому нет дела, Ангелы плачут и киты стенают своими песнями, в гармонии плачут Ангелы и киты. Это слишком тяжело для китов, поэтому в печали они выбрасываются на берег, их печальные песни сводят их с ума.

 

Америка, которая началась с такой большой надеждой, когда Колумб отплыл, только что разбила мне сердце еще больше. Наркотики загрязняют вены людей, и это такой вопиющий позор. Мэри держит за руки умирающих и тех, кто пытается освободиться от всего этого яда, она проливает еще больше слез. Затем за границей человек, который мог бы стать Цезарем, плюет и смотрит в зеркало популярного телевидения, в то время как весь мир наблюдает за всеми его многочисленными бедствиями. Тщеславие, о тщеславие, где же настоящая христианская благотворительность?

 

Злоба, кажется, является ключевым словом, Любовь и Милосердие оставлены, и где Надежда. Где Любовь, она словно спрятана под спудом, и ни рисовым зернышком не делят, ни хлеб не пекут, ни ломают.

 

Может быть, Бог умер, может быть, я говорю сам с собой, людей нет, моего Творения не существует. Должен ли я заставить все это исчезнуть? Заслуживают ли такие люди надежды?

 

И все же я слышу молитвы, я слышу крошечный шепот , кто-то молился, чтобы эта отравленная русская девушка жила. Почему потому, что у нее было то же имя, что и у матери мужчины, только по этой причине. Возможно, из Тьмы появится больше молитв, молитв надежды и любви, возможно, люди поймут, что даже у Бога может закончиться терпение. Божья Омега рано или поздно поднимет тревогу: «Человечество, ваше время истекло».

 

Творение Божие прекрасно и достойно спасения. Мать-Россия должна быть достаточно честной, чтобы изменить свое будущее, как это произошло 100 лет назад. Россия и США могли бы вместе дотянуться до звезд, в эту Звездную Звездную Ночь, они могли бы посмотреть, смогут ли они добраться до Кафе Ангел. Китай мог бы восстановить инфраструктуру Америки так же, как они когда-то строили железные дороги вместе с ирландцами.

 

Звездную ночь люди могли бы отказаться от наркотиков и вместо этого использовать свое воображение . Но я чувствую озноб, неужели это сатана вылезает из своей ямы, леденящей Любовь, ползая по развращающим девам? Никто не будет Молиться над Болью, человечество сошло с ума? Где же любовь? Мария произносит Розарий , может ли мир присоединиться? Четки — это молитвенный круг или петля, на которой человечество предпочитает вешаться?

 

Падающая звезда пролетает над головой, один умирающий молится, это старый русский, переживший нацистов, он молится, он молится. Он молится с надеждой и любовью, к нему присоединилась Мария, ангелы тоже, все небо молится вместе с умирающим русским человеком. Он молится не за свою душу, он молится за душу своей дорогой матери, своей дорогой Матери-России, в его сердце надежда и любовь, когда его тело умирает. Он любит Россию-матушку, если бы она только могла быть такой, какой должна быть, лучше, чем Северная Корея, и лучше, чем Китай или даже США.

 

Умирает старый русский человек, и святой Михаил сам приводит его на Небеса, Бог подает ему водку и английский чай. Где Молитва, там и Надежда, и Бог стоит рядом с нами. Поэтому нам всем следует молиться, надеяться и стараться не волноваться, как говорил Падре Пио.

 

Friday 6 April 2018


As God Cries


As God Cries ©
By
Michael Casey

Well its 5th April 2018, and the Russian Spy Poisoning Saga continues, as London beats New York for Murders. So I wondered should I comment or write a Poem of Lament, would sarcasm work, would oceans of tears help, would David Lammy be a magician and help his constituency beat the evil that is swirling around. We also have a 78 year old man have 2 burglars in the night, and one burglar died, the other one drove off in his van. So the news is all very sad.

I have my own bitter sweet news happening too, which hopefully will have a happy ending, with the help of God and two Policeman. They say you should used the Augustinian method when sorting out problems, or 360 degrees appraisal, but how does God feel? As I talk Rainbow sing Bless Me, Bless Me.

So I’m doing to try and see God’s point of view, voiced by me. Though some will call this heretical, so I’ll say to them GROW UP. Which may be what God might say.

I cried for Mother Russia when the Nazi pure evil poured over your land, Mary prayed for you constantly as you all shivered in the cold. I understood when you freed all the East why you wanted a buffer zone after what Hitler had done to you.

I can understand the strengths and values and the nobility of hope, the anti-Nazi hope, and I can see the oh so Liberal West. But children my children when did you sell your soul? Why did you not understand that sharing is Christian and all other Faiths believe in sharing and looking after the weak. This Communism started as a freedom of the spirit, freedom from tyranny, very noble, the angels all applauded. But then it all went wrong, one master was replaced by another hypocritical master.

What happened to my churches, freedom to believe, the only belief was unbelief. And what did that lead to, to sadness and lack of joy. Cheating at Sport, which was touted as the new religion, we must cheat at sport to make the masses proud. You think the people are cattle and treat them like that, to be milked. Then the riches are sold off to people who desert mother Russia, no wonder people make less and less babies. Less children is a sure sign of unhappiness. And Mary cries, she is crying, Mary cries because she loves Mother Russia.

Man makes more weapons, more ways to destroy this Eden created for you all to share. North Korea should sing more, and make toys, real toys, not threaten everybody. I weep tears, oceans of tears, the angels are distraught. What has become of my children, all my children. My tears join the oceans, as the Polar caps melt, all because of greed not need. Polar bears keep me company as I walk on this Good Earth, my joy, which I created for my children, all my children to share.

Famines rage and nobody cares, the Angels cry and whales lament with their songs, in harmony Angels and whales lament. Its too much for the whales so in their sorrow they are beached, their songs of sorrow drive them mad.

In the Americas which began with so much hope when Columbus set sail has just broken my heart even more. Drugs pollute peoples veins, and its such a crying shame.Mary holds the hands of the dying and those trying to break free from all this poison, even more tears does she shed. Then over the Border a man who would could be a Caesar is spitting and looking in the mirror of popular tv, while the whole world looks on at all his many calamities. Vanity oh Vanity, where is real Christian charity?

Spite seems to be the keyword, Love and Charity are abandoned and where is Hope. Where is the Love, it seems to be hidden under a bushel, and not a grain of rice is shared, no bread is baked nor broken any more.

Maybe God is dead, maybe I’m talking to myself, there are no people, my Creation does not exist. Should I make it all disappear? Do such people deserve any Hope?

Yet, I hear prayers, I hear tiny tiny whispers, somebody prayed that that Russian girl poisoned should live. Why because she had the same name as a man’s mother, for no other reason than that. Perhaps more prayers will emerge from the Dark, prayers of hope and love, perhaps people will realise that even God can run out of patience. God’s Omega will eventually sound an alarm, Mankind your Time is Up.

God’s Creation is beautiful and worth saving. Mother Russia should be honest enough to change it’s future just it did 100 years ago. Russia and USA could together reach for the stars, on this Starry Starry Night, they could see if they can reach the Angel Cafe. China could rebuild America’s infrastructure just as they built the railways with the Irish long ago.

People could give up drugs and use their imagination instead, on this Starry Starry night. But I feel a chill, is it Satan crawling from his pit freezing Love as he crawls along corrupting virgins? Will nobody Pray above the Pain, has mankind gone Insane? Where is the Love? Mary is saying the Rosary, can the World join in? Is the Rosary a Circle of Prayer or a noose that Mankind prefers to hang itself with?

A shooting star passes overhead, one dying man is praying, its an old Russian who survived the Nazis, he is praying, he is praying.He is praying with Hope and Love, Mary has joined in, the angels too, the whole of Heaven is praying with the dying Russian man. He is not praying for his own soul, he is praying for the soul of his dear mother, his dear Mother Russia, he has hope and love in his heart as his body dies. He loves Mother Russia, if only it could be as it should be, better than North Korea and better than China or even the USA.   

The old Russian man dies and Saint Michael himself brings him to Heaven, God hands him a vodka and some English tea. Where there is Prayer there is Hope and God stands next to us. So we should all pray and hope and try not to worry as Padre Pio used to say.




Monday, 26 February 2024

15 dead Russians for every dead Ukrainian. STOP PUTINS SUICIDE OF RUSSIAN BOYS

15 dead Russians for every dead Ukrainian. STOP PUTINS SUICIDE OF RUSSIAN BOYS

15 dead Russians for every dead Ukrainian. STOP PUTINS SUICIDE OF RUSSIAN BOYS

На каждого убитого украинца приходится 15 погибших россиян. ОСТАНОВИТЕ ПУТИНСКОЕ САМОУБИЙСТВО РУССКИХ МАЛЬЧИКОВ
Na kazhdogo ubitogo ukraintsa prikhoditsya 15 pogibshikh rossiyan. OSTANOVITE PUTINSKOYe SAMOUBIYSTVO RUSSKIKH MAL'CHIKOV

this message is for Russia, can you not do maths, 15 dead Russians for every UKrainian killed.
This is total madness, the madness of Putin
He will lose, but stop the death cult of Putin TODAY
what kind of leader allows such carnage
15 dead for every innocent Ukrainian killed
Pres Z gave the figures the other day, 30,000 Ukrainians dead
but Russia has lost 15 times that 450,000 at least
if you read all the Free Newspapers you could read it for yourself

Don't allow Putin to continue turning Russian into a conveyor belt
of DEATH. all the lives lost, all the money wasted for what
to create a slaughter house of dead Russians in muddy fields
If the Trillions, and it is Trillions were spent in Russia
on Housing and Heating and Hospitals and more Education
instead 60% of the entire economy is wasted on war

Putin is no Christian, he has more in common with Satan

Stop Putin, and his insane war, it is all a big LIE
just as much as Trump in USA is a big liar too.

we can have an era of peace and prosperity, just stop Putin's Insanity
and yes say the Rosary, just like this sinner here talking to you from Birmingham England.
All Faiths and none can join in too, because Peace is not just a Word.


это сообщение для России, не могли бы вы посчитать, 15 погибших русских на каждого убитого украинца.
Это полное безумие, безумие Путина.
Он проиграет, но остановит культ смерти Путина СЕГОДНЯ
какой лидер допускает такую ​​бойню
15 погибших на каждого убитого невиновного украинца
Президент Z на днях озвучил цифры: погибло 30 000 украинцев.
но Россия потеряла в 15 раз больше 450 000 как минимум
если вы прочитаете все бесплатные газеты, вы сможете прочитать их сами

Не позволяйте Путину и дальше превращать Россию в конвейер
смерти. все потерянные жизни, все деньги потрачены на что
создать бойню мертвых русских на грязных полях
Если бы в России были потрачены триллионы, а именно триллионы
о жилье и отоплении, больницах и многом другом. Образование
вместо этого 60% всей экономики тратится на войну

Путин не христианин, у него больше общего с Сатаной

Остановите Путина и его безумную войну, это все большая ЛОЖЬ
точно так же, как Трамп в США тоже большой лжец.

у нас может быть эпоха мира и процветания, просто прекратите безумие Путина
и да, произнесите Розарий, точно так же, как этот грешник, разговаривающий с вами из Бирмингема, Англия.
Все религии и никто не могут присоединиться, потому что Мир – это не просто Слово.
eto soobshcheniye dlya Rossii, ne mogli by vy poschitat', 15 pogibshikh russkikh na kazhdogo ubitogo ukraintsa.
Eto polnoye bezumiye, bezumiye Putina.
On proigrayet, no ostanovit kul't smerti Putina SEGODNYA
kakoy lider dopuskayet takuyu ​​boynyu
15 pogibshikh na kazhdogo ubitogo nevinovnogo ukraintsa
Prezident Z na dnyakh ozvuchil tsifry: pogiblo 30 000 ukraintsev.
no Rossiya poteryala v 15 raz bol'she 450 000 kak minimum
yesli vy prochitayete vse besplatnyye gazety, vy smozhete prochitat' ikh sami

Ne pozvolyayte Putinu i dal'she prevrashchat' Rossiyu v konveyyer
smerti. vse poteryannyye zhizni, vse den'gi potracheny na chto
sozdat' boynyu mertvykh russkikh na gryaznykh polyakh
Yesli by v Rossii byli potracheny trilliony, a imenno trilliony
o zhil'ye i otoplenii, bol'nitsakh i mnogom drugom. Obrazovaniye
vmesto etogo 60% vsey ekonomiki tratitsya na voynu

Putin ne khristianin, u nego bol'she obshchego s Satanoy

Ostanovite Putina i yego bezumnuyu voynu, eto vse bol'shaya LOZH'
tochno tak zhe, kak Tramp v SSHA tozhe bol'shoy lzhets.

u nas mozhet byt' epokha mira i protsvetaniya, prosto prekratite bezumiye Putina
i da, proiznesite Rozariy, tochno tak zhe, kak etot greshnik, razgovarivayushchiy s vami iz Birmingema, Angliya.
Vse religii i nikto ne mogut prisoyedinit'sya, potomu chto Mir – eto ne prosto Slovo.

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I've updated this 18th March 2022 I'm Michael Casey from Birmingham England, the fat silver haired writer in shades. Beware of Others with the EXACT SAME NAME, they are not me, and would not want to be me ... use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh Americans pop up I've done loads of writing, about 2,000,000 Words worth over 34years now But before I started to write, I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio. He'd be nearly 100 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 54 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I've also had an interest in Politics for 54 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre. The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 yes, 30 years plus ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I'm more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else..... I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 " (c) by Michael Casey" If you include "chats" 3700 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on Wordpress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 90 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my Wordpress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 100 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess. which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my Wordpress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson's Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I'll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I've cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel "BBU" in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I've had a Shanghai connection for 20 years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I'm a great dad, as I've had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don't make me laugh I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn't bother But I'll ignore you, and carry on regardless. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 3 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down That's the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here's the list of my 20 books, so far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again 18. 18 New Views 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. 21 Door Keys, key to the door 21 on Bingo, hence title, 53,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some "writers" discuss, miaow. That's why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my Wordpress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we'd marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm 

Sunday, 25 February 2024

36 years ago on 29288 I qualified as a Writer

36years ago on 29288 I qualified as a Writer

36years ago on 29288 I qualified as a Writer ©

By

Michael Casey

As you all know Pad Webb said, Write a Book, so I did A Nation of Shopkeepers was the original title, but only the French would understand where the title came from, so The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker became the title. I did call myself Michael James in the spirit of having a nom de plume, another French connection.  After a lodger who was like an uncle to me, but finally I became myself, and publishers still said Thank you for your pieces of Paper.

As you also know 20 years of constant listening to BBC Radio 4 was my University, along with living as part of a large family of 13+ as well as a cat and a dog, if you include lodgers. So then in 1986 I got my  own house, and then thought what next? So in 1987 I started to write, scrapes of paper held together by a shoelace through the holes punched in the paper, in pencil of course. As I started in computers in 1978, yes 46 years ago, I could type, so I requisitioned the  green family typewriter and started to use it. I sat on a broken backed barn chair with the typewriter perched on top o a red topped stool that dad had bought in 1973 at Digbeth Civic Hall. One of my sisters had been encouraged to learn to type, but the pull of Woolworths was greater. In fact one of my brothers taught himself Pitman and typing before I got the use of the typewriter.

Now if you count everything, from my sites not just the 20 books and book 21 Fresh Fields which I’m still compiling, there must be 3,000,000 words. I have readers all over the world, but I’m a failure in some people’s eyes as I’ve not made any money. And yes small Singapore is my greatest reader apart from USA, but Singapore refuses to be 2nd so they are marching through my site to take over. This is my main site https://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.com/ so Singapore that’s the target. 4600 pieces of writing on that one alone. 2 security backup Bloggers as well, and then the WordPress with translations galore https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/  and audio too if you click here https://profile.typepad.com/michaelgcasey and finally if you actually want to donate to me.

OK, let my restart the music behind me, Mylie Cyrus sings I used to be young

As if on cue. I’m still 20 in my  head, so a PhD and a smile might tempt me, and you can type for me. I can offer nothing, a quadruple heart bypass and maybe dialysis by the end of the year already, so my bucket list would be 4 more half Oriental children.

You have to stay positive or you are already dead, even if the reality is heading to not the butcher’s nor the baker’s but probably the undertaker’s in the next decade.

Though my own dad in 1996 just 8 weeks after mum died in the marriage bed, he was given a week to live after a massive heart attack, but he carried on for 5.5 years and I got a family. It’s all in Padre Pio and Me. So, I’ll leave my Future up to God, and if I do have that new family, don’t say Where did he Buy Her, as some bastard did when I worked at the hotel and I had a young family 20 years ago and a Shanghai wife. No, just say God Bless Him, maybe a Singapore will discover me.

I can hear you all laughing, and puking into a bucket. Metal Trip was a Finnish Heavy Metal road comedy I saw the other night on TV, it was very funny.  Maybe I dream to much, when I can actually sleep through Tinnitus. I have a whole Grammies Award ceremony in my bed every night, as I must have Music on permanently to drown the Tinnitus, and yes you can guess what would be better. And 3 to 4am is best time to conceive. I used to work the Graveyard shift at SMBC computer room, so I got home at 3am. Or maybe that’s too much information.

Writing is easy, getting paid for it is impossible. I have 55 years love of words now, and yes I’m still 20 in my head. Picasso had a child in his 90s, or is that an abstraction, but his footsteps are worth following in. I’ll finish now. I have bored some of you but talking about Putin too much these past 2 years. I’m hoping Russia rises up and removes Putin.  Too many lives lost for one man’s vanity. I hope Trump goes to jail too, for he is just a Con Man.  Sadly, USA has lost its honour, the GOP has become a Cult. While Ukraine bleeds because USA crossed by to the other side of the street. The Good Samaritan lost maybe forever. And all our kids the world over suffer. All these lives and all this money wasted.  Mankind could be saved if it grew up and changed direction, and did not Love Money. And that is why I post pictures of myself, a Gorilla with a Rosary.

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I've updated this 18th March 2022 I'm Michael Casey from Birmingham England, the fat silver haired writer in shades. Beware of Others with the EXACT SAME NAME, they are not me, and would not want to be me ... use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh Americans pop up I've done loads of writing, about 2,000,000 Words worth over 34years now But before I started to write, I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio. He'd be nearly 100 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 54 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I've also had an interest in Politics for 54 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre. The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 yes, 30 years plus ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I'm more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else..... I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 " (c) by Michael Casey" If you include "chats" 3700 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on Wordpress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 90 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my Wordpress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 100 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess. which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my Wordpress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson's Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I'll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I've cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel "BBU" in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I've had a Shanghai connection for 20 years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I'm a great dad, as I've had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don't make me laugh I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn't bother But I'll ignore you, and carry on regardless. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 3 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down That's the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here's the list of my 20 books, so far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again 18. 18 New Views 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. 21 Door Keys, key to the door 21 on Bingo, hence title, 53,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some "writers" discuss, miaow. That's why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my Wordpress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we'd marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm 

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