Sunday, 31 December 2017

Last Post 2017 for NSA and North Korean Spies Everywhere

To finish the year as I'm about to go to bed, its 00:40 31st Dec 2017 New Year's Eve

I bring you a piece from almost 9 years ago when I was still at Pinsent Masons Law Firm here in Birmingham. Since I left them I've done a ton of writing , 11 books worth or 12 if you include 15 Down which I'll launch to Amazon in a few weeks when I hit 100,000 words for that book. Altogether 1,200,000 words or so. And yes I know some of you wish I'd just shut up. But it keeps my spirit bright as my body falls apart. I've inherited my heart from my dad and my arthritis from my mum, my kidneys are a side effect all of my own.

I've had a lot of interest in my writing but NO MONEY, so don't waste your time hacking me. Just go to Amazon and buy some books.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC

They say after a quadruple heart bypass you can live 20 to 25 more years. Though statistics say the average person lives 10 more years, or 50% live ten more years post op. I've had 3 more years so I do thank God for that. But all these images of people jogging and doing marathons post op, are not me, the best I can do is go to the shops, depending on whether my back or hips hurt, or my chest, it feels like in a man called horse where richard harris was suspended by hooks, Go see the film.

So now you know. Ditto with Comedy, it is better to laugh than cry, so 90% of the time I share laughter, or my version of it. So as I watch the mouse move all over the place, is it just a windows 10 bug, or are north korea and the nsa both watching my computer. Or is Barron Trump being a clever but naughty boy. Who knows? Well not me for sure. I used to call myself a Babysitter in my Computer room days/decades.

Here's the last post, now go to bed with your own North Korea army girl, make love not war/

The Light from a Candle Jan 23, '09 5:24 PM

By Michael Casey

The Light from a Candle Jan 23, '09 5:24 PM

I watched as the candle's life ended, smoke spiralled in the air. I tried to see where the smoke was

going only it just disappeared into nothingness. Another candle came to an end, but suddenly itrared

up a final flicker of flame then it was gone, black smoke twirling into the air. I strained to see where

the smoke was going only it was no use. I'd need a magnifying glass, binoculars, a microscope or a

periscope, smoke just could not be followed. Another candle went out again I strained to see where

its life had gone, but it was no use, the trail disappeared into nothingness. The candles were going

out randomly, I had to jump from one to another in a vain attempt to see its moment of death, so

that I could observe what was happening to them. In all 7 maybe 8 candles "died" as I watched from

my position sat next to the candle rack in the cathedral on my lunch break. That was all yesterday,

and today the process was repeated. Each candle is a hope, a wish, a prayer. Just as Jazz music is

music turned into smoke, that weavers and sneaks its way through an audience, a candle and its

smoke is a living flame of hope and love which we all hope will touch God's spirit and let him hear

our prayers. The smoke from a candle is like a ballet dancer doing the most intricate of dances, its

like girl dancing with a ribbon at the Olympics. Only the candle and its smoke might say more for us

when we can't think of the right words to say, God Help Us, can be all we can say, but if said from

the heart then it is enough, For Faith Moves Mountains.

And candles are more than flickers that end in smoke, they remind us of the Light and Warmth of

God's Love.

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Allo la Belgique

Allo la Belgique

spotted you reading my stuff so thank you, are you JPGautier as I like your stuff so feel free to send me some. I'm assuming you live in Belgium with other rich people, but what do I know. Below is me tonight in my writing cap, or thinking cap. I may climb mount everest later, well in my imagination anyway.
Well another year is almost gone.
Another pain day for me, dazed and breathing hard due to the pain, but it's better than being dead. Don't get Arthritis is all I can say.
But otherwise
I'm glad you all stopped by, the wife is home from Shanghai and we had to climb the mountains of stuff she brought back, including this knitted hat. Totoro the cat has just gone out for the night, I always tell her not to come back pregnant. But as our kitty has been done that will never happen.

By the way JPG I am available as a model, Securite a la Gare n'est pas?

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC

15 Down my 15th book should be ready for Amazon in a couple of weeks, where it will gather cobwebs until I am finally discovered. But at least 10,000s have passed by this year.

That's all, now to tidy up.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

Michael Casey Blogger Profile Plus

This is me and nobody else. So now you know, plus list of my 14 books

Posted on 28/12/2017 by michaelgcasey

Blogger Profile, don’t confuse me with anybody with the same name. I’m the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham ENGLAND

My blogs

About me

Gender	MALE
Industry	Arts
Occupation	Humour Writer of 1,210,000+ Words spread over 30 years like butter, ok I’m just a housewife really, who writes while the breadwinner and kids are at work and school
Location	Birmingham in England, https://www.amazon.com/MichaelCasey/e/B00571G0YC, United Kingdom
Links	Audio Clip, Wishlist
Introduction	I’m from Birmingham England, Don’t confuse me with the Monk, or the Dublin guy or even the USA guy, all of the same name. They are NOT me, I STILL HAVE TO BE REWARDED AS I AM NOT ON FB NOR GOOGLE+ nor Twitter OR EVEN ON AN OUTSIDE WALL. List of my 14Ebooks, written by me, Michael Casey The fat silver haired writer in shades. from Birmingham. 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 *********** I’ve gone past 1,210,000 words now 02 Nov 2017 please buy a book as I have 2 teenage daughters and the bill for the shower is massive.
Interests	Writing, watching films on tv with my girls. I’m from Birmingham England, Don’t confuse me with the Monk, or the Dublin guy or even the USA guy, all of the same name. I am clean shaven. They are NOT me, I write comedy. I have written 1, 210, 000+ that’s OVER ONE MILLION WORDS now https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/ it can translate just click on square in top right corner ******** List of my 14Ebooks, written by me, Michael Casey The fat silver haired writer in shades. 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
Favourite Films	Its a Wonderful Life, RED & Red2, Hot Fuzz, Star Trek films, The Quiet Man, and good Thrillers, Link is to 1950s Don Camillo film in English. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLf6VQyJJkE
Favourite Music	Everything, I almost carried Eric Clapton’s bag when I worked at a hotel 15+ years ago. CPNEC Bham. I like JMJarre. SKY the old Classical/Rock Fusion band Amazon has my books if you seek them out.
Favourite Books	Don Camillo, The Book Thief, The Daily Telegraph and most online newspapers, Even the Guardian. Amazon has my books if you hack through the jungle

Hello Singapore

Hello Singapore, glad you found me. I don't know who you are. My guess is that you are a bored hotel worker on the night shift.
all my readers all over the world may be just that.

I'll be clearing off my sites and starting afresh in the new year.

Forgive the typos as I write very fast and don't spend too much time proof reading.

Everything is first draft all 1.200.000 words I've written.
Apart from, well I'll let you work that out.
I'd love to make some money for my family before I die.
3 years ago I had my triple heart bypass which I discovered 6 months later was a quadruple.
My arthritis comes and goes and really hurts.
and my kidneys are bad enough to send me to teh bathroom 20 times a day.
Then i wake up every 2 hours like clockwork at night, otherwises I'd be swimming.
Apart from that I have my words which keep me sane.
If you see me in the street you don't see the pain within.
And some days are much better than others.
And there are 100s of millions is far far worse pain, I just bitch more eloquently about it.
That's why I tell my dauther if she does become a doctor only Pain Relief is of any value.

Now dear lonely receptionist in Singapore that's the other side of the coin.
I do tell my Shanghai wife I'll find a North Korean Army girl for myself, she laughs when I say this.
Perhaps I could be the next leader of North Korea and make love and not war.

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Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Snowflakes Sing, We don't Need no Education

Michael Casey

Why do you have Education? A starter for 10 for all challenged Universities. We have education to Empower people’s minds so they know More and can do More, for themselves and for Society at large. Now I want all the clever clogs out there to write a 1000 word essay on the subject using my Premise as a starting point. You can agree or intellectually shed my Premise, which sounds a bit kinky to me, but I am just a humble writer. I am not a University student, I’m be barred no doubt for being fat silver haired and wearing shades, or have 14 books to my name on Amazon.

So why do you go to University? To lose your virginity in different city far away from the preying eyes of your mum and your family? To come out as Gay far away from the preying eyes of your mum and family? To change your religion far away from the preying eyes of your family? To give up pretending to follow your religion? Just to believe in Yourself and nobody else, real or imaginary? To find out the real meaning of STD? Your teachers at grammar school said, Stop, Think,Do or STD for short. It was only once at University that the College nurse told you that you had a STD, Sexually Transmitted Disease.

At University you discover the grass is greener, the opportunities are more and greener that your little village in Wales. The grass, the Skunk certainly was greener, or rather stronger and gave you massive headaches. One brand of Skunk a right hemisphere head ache, and another brand a left hemisphere head ache. But at least at University you got plenty of exercise dancing all night thanks to the plentiful supply of E, and other legal highs you can buy online, or down the pub.

Now should any Snowflakes have read this so far they may be shocked, or saying their University was DULL, and wish they had the SO, or Substance Opportunities specified in this piece so far. An it is now that I come to the purpose of this piece.What I want to talk about is the PEACE snowflakes DEMAND at University. Call me a fat silver haired writer in shades, from Bloody Birmingham if you like, but don’t you go to university to DISTURBE the PEACE in your mind and intellect and LET IT GROW,let it blossom, let it grow, as Eric Clapton used to sing when he put the drugs down after rehab all those years ago.

I’m black, don’t use the word white. I’m tall don’t use the word short.I’m a drunk in the gutter, just call my alcoholically challenged. I am looking at the stars, just call me Oscar Wilde. I’m a thief, call me a liberator of consumer societies’ greed. My essay is late,it’s the tutor’s fault. I failed my exams, it’s somebody else’s fault,I may sue the University for my lack of future prospects and earnings potential.

And on it goes, boring the pants off the rest of society. Going to University is not a right. Now 7 times as many go to Uni as it’s called than used to, and still people bitch about the fees. If I had one child I could spoil it, but 7? So Snowflakes cannot do basic Maths. If the demand is 7 times greater how do you pay for it. It is a balance, just as I’m sat here in a big warm coat so I can save putting the heat on till the kids come home. When they come home the heat goes on and my winter coat comes off. So Dear Snowflakes how should Universities be paid for? You can write another 1000 word essay on how to pay for it. And don’t bore me with the old chestnuts, I want real answers.

As Snowflakes read this they hate me, but they should start by hating themselves. They are like the fools blocking Fire Escapes, saying its their right to hang out anywhere they like. Or the murderers who lock fire doors just in case thieves try to break in. And yes 20 years ago I worked somewhere where my life was less important than potential thief, so the fire door was locked and shuttered.

But to my point, a Snowflake is a self appointed Judge Jury and Executioner. Only their Narrow point of view matters. All dissent is shouted down and demonstrated down. You CANNOT is their byword. Old Obama used to say YES we CAN,but Snowflakes say the very opposite. The Snowflake code is as insidious and evil as it is wrong.

At University, yes get drunk, lose your virginity, and abandon Faith if you want. Its up to you, you can do whatever you want to do its up to you, is a line form an old John Denver song. University is a place where your mind meets the universe, and no I’m not talking about LSD, or even Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, which was a line from an old Beatles song.

University is where you are challenged to THINK for yourself, not to be brainwashed by Snowflakes. At University you have a banquet, a buffet of bewildering ideas. You suck and taste all of them, or none of them. You can see if what your Mamma taught you, is right and good. If you don’t like something you can say NO, just say NO as somebody else said. You don’t go to University to put blinkers on, to put a space suit or a deep sea diving suit on. You don’t go to University to follow a strict maze. University is being naked, totally naked in a sea of learning. University is being naked in a snowstorm, then lying down and making snow angels.

Snowflakes, real snowflakes are for having fun with, for making snowballs with and having fun, laughter and fun and then hot drinks in a warm bath, or in front of the fire in the University bar. If you allow Snowflakes, the pretend ones to dictate what you can and cannot do or see or hear then you are not in a place of learning but in a concentration camp of the mind. Even Prisoners waiting for execution have their free imagination, they can fly to high heaven before they die. But if Snowflakes are allowed to get their way all students everywhere are not free men, they are just a number.