Another Tragic Repeat

I wrote this THREE years ago, and last night we had the obscene act, of yet another Mass Murder in USA. Jews at Prayer murdered by an idiot. 

We have had all manner of people murdered by idiots, all over the place in USA.

When will it end? Only when people bother to vote and control the weapons of murder. Placing weapons out of harms way is just the beginning. Educating Minds to Love One Another as Sister and Brother is the Only Way Forward.

The USA was born out of Hope and Love, and only by returning to that Mantra, can the USA and the wider world move forward. Love Thy Neighbour as Thy Self.

Jews and Christians, Muslims, Black and White and all shades of Brown in between, Straight and Gay and any Other Way. That is how USA must be.

now read the piece from 3 years ago and Think What Can I do to bring back the LOVE.

It’s My Right ©

By 

Michael Casey

It’s my right to own a gun, cos I’m a MAN

It’s my right to shoot and hunt and be a MAN

Cos I am a MAN and it’s my RIGHT

It’s my right to have enough ammo to invade Panama

It’s my right to have as many weapons as the Police Force

It’s my right to use my gun as I like

It’s my right to take my weapon to the Library and to Church

It’s my right to be  a MAN with a gun because I CAN

It was his right to go into a school and kill and maim

It was his right to go into a movie theatre and kill and maim

It was his right, it was his right, it was his right, it was his right

It was their right to scream in fear and pain, to piss their pants with fear

It was their right to die and go into the darkness of death because of his right

It was their right to have their bodies broken and brown away

It was their right to be dead and unrecognisable to their loved ones

It was their right to die before having even lived

It was their right to die without knowing why  

It was their right to die without even having time to cry

It was their right to die without even saying goodbye to mum and dad

It was his right to own a gun because he was a MAN it was his right

Now only the undertaker is busy, the undertaker is crying

The undertaker takes the bodies away, the undertaker takes the bodies away

The undertaker is crying, the undertaker is crying

The undertaker hasn’t got enough coffins, there are never enough coffins

The undertaker hasn’t got enough  coffins, there are never enough coffins

So which is more important the right to bear arms, or the right to bear a coffin

where my mum was born, that's where any Faith I have comes from

Chill House Casey

Chill House Casey ©

By

Michael Casey

Well I’m sat here on a Sunday, everything is set up so away I go. The chill is the Winter sticking it’s tongue out at us. We are settling in, Totoro spent her first full night Chez Casey, and true to habit woke me up in the middle of the night to be let out the window. However in this house I have no window to let her out of. So I have to put a dressing gown on and go downstairs and let her out the backdoor, so she sniffs the night air before leaping on the high fence. Claiming the High Ground, maybe she was in the Army in another life. If Jim Mathis had a cat no doubt Totoro would be it, a one woman killing machine, just rodents.

So I’ve had another nap in my shop window of a bedroom, everything on display but nothing for sale, nor past it’s sell by date. The pain levels have been off the scale in the night, so as the dawn chorus arrives sleep finally descends. Totoro wanted out so I let her out and had a drink of water while she tightrope walked the garden fences, sniffing the air, trying to work out how far away from home she was. First she was here then she was there just like Totoro in the studio Ghibli cartoons. My small daughter named her well. I stepped outside and my assets were frozen immediately, the cat has a fur coat, I have regrown my body hair 4 years on from being shaved prior to my bypass operation, but I could not accept the cold. So I just flashed my bare bum to the moon and went inside, there was a noise, a startled fox had just fallen off a back wall in disgust.

Totoro returned, she was happy enough, she’d scout the land later, and as for that Hound of the Baskervilles, she’d have him for breakfast, once she finished her ten hour sleep. In the middle of the night once sleep had engulfed me I went for a tinkle in the bathroom besides me. I wondered what the smell was, and no it was not me, despite my 3 hard boiled eggs. Totoro had left me message, no, not Totoro kills rodents so stay out of my new house. Something much more pungent, this cat had not sat on the mat. This cat had poohed in my bath. At least it was not on the carpet. So gluing the door shut I retreated or rather stumbled back to my bed. In the morning the children would pay the price for cat ownership, cleaning it’s bum. Practice for when they had real kids.

The kids beds have these storage drawers underneath, and for the cat, for Totoro that’s a nice warm environment. We thought she had gone AWOL, in fact she was on a Mathis Mission, SLEEP, stay low evade  enjoy pillows.Or a storage box under your owner’s bed.

My small daughter has been catching up on her films now that the Broadband is back to what it should be. We have yet to install the family tv, so it’s like a mini break from my normal glut of news. But like MacArthur I shall return. Mac Arthur is an even drunker bigger brother to Arthur the scrap metal dealer who lives down Skinner’s Lane, though Sinner’s Lane is a better description, I won’t elaborate. Jim Mathis might blush, or zoom his satellite to see if he can see me scaring foxes in my back garden in the middle of the night.

See I still sidetrack myself, it’s because I’m happy,and my best position is on my lap, no nothing to do with Korean lap dancers. I mean I enjoy writing with the keyboard on my lap. I do need a cushion to sit on though my chair is not as soft as before. Otherwise like an Oriental playing an ancient musical instrument I sit here talking to you with the keyboard spread over my knees. Draw you own cartoons, that’s why I call these conversations, Cartoons made from Words.

Justin is singing behind me, Mirror, I’ll wait till he finishes before I carry on,he’ll cry if I tell him to SHUT UP, Artist at work. He just put his tongue out at me, I’ll go to the fridge and get the frozen lettuce. If I slap his bare legs with it he’ll soon respect The Silver Haired One, as my Korean fans call me. Justin in time, he’s finishing, yuc there was a snail on that lettuce its slithering up his leg towards his naughty bits. That’s how Justin hits the high notes, a slippery snail meeting his big relatives.

So we are all chilled,not as chilled as that snail, but real chilled. We are all at home in our new HOME. Just in case Jim Mathis is a fan of my writing, Donald told me to tease you, so please just laugh, besides Donald said Micky Mouse and the Pluto were big fans too. Or have I just revealed the code names for the Langley top brass, oh Totoro.

it feels like Christmas

it feels like Christmas in our house,
why, well the cat has come home and Totoro is sniffing around,we even took a chance and let her out in the new garden with my small daughter following closely behind.

my wife's christian take away friend gave us a microwave as a moving in present, so a big thank you to her. You could say it feels  a bit like Chinese New Year too.

all in all a very nice day. We even got a touch of snow too, christmas snowflakes.

my pain attack decided to pay a visit too, but that's part of my life too. I just hope I don't frighten my new neighbours when I scream.

The speed on the broadband seems to have picked up too, so all in all things are looking good, if only my reflection as just as appealing.

Some very far fetch places are reading my stuff lately so hello to all of you all over the world, from Korea to Honduras, to Serbia and Italy and Brazil, not forgetting Russia and USA, Canada.
Does our mother know you waste your time reading my rubbish?
By the way that sounds like a Queen song,  and somebody once said that 30 years ago I used to look like Freddy Mercury, ok, use your imagination. Now I'm just a George Clooney lookalike.

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time for painkillers and bed, I had hard boiled eggs for dinner, so that'll keep me warm in the night. Luckily I never smoke in bed....

Snow Blind

Snow Blind, well the new study is just so white, I'm half expecting to see a Japanese lady and a piano. I am a bloke in shades, no piano, but I do have a Shanghai lady.

I have to change my seating angel so I can look out the window and watch passers by. But the area is so much quieter,  only the man trap of a letter box makes noise, I thought it  was a present from the Slav cousins, they do look after me so well. Then went back to the woods sniggering when the boyfriend left the other day. Though the boyfriend did return to coach A level Maths mechanics to my daughter and a bit of GCSE stuff to my younger daughter.

Now I'm settling in to the new house, though the pain monster does keep me away for hours before I can   get to sleep, finally.

I spotted UAE reading my stuff so hello to them, I suppose they pitch tent, raise the solar panels before sitting down for tea or is it coffee? Then they read another of my tales, is that a punishment or a relief? God Bless them  anyway, all readers everywhere are most welcome. They get sandstorms which are blinding so they will understand the whiteout I'm getting here in my new study.

Taylor Swift is singing as I talk to you, I may steal her lipstick, a nice red will do wonders for me look as I shop down the High St, I am still really enjoying all the new music. I did do my first shopping test to the main shops, 10 mins all downhill. Then I took the bus back up the hill, I'm no Kate Bush, no running up hills for me. I did tell you my sister in law looks a bit like Kate Bush, though she does call me Babushka, or is that just because I look like an old woman?

If you are new to my writing, then google Joyce Grenfell  and Ronnie Corbett on occasions my writing style is like their bastard child. Just watch their monologues and all will be revealed.

Sorry for the pause I had to hang up my damp knickers, I brought the washing in but I needed to hang it up on our drier. In the olden days it went up to the ceiling, ours is just in the window by the back door. Then I thought of my UAE readers so I stopped for a coffee too. Though it might just  be a bored girl at a hotel reception,  and not Omar Sharif who is reading me.

Well I'll finish for now, I may write my 3rd new house piece later, that's if the pain monster does not grab me by the Ghoulies, it's Halloween  Party night for kids over here.

TTFN

Michael Casey

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happy bunny 25th oct 2018

happy bunny 25th oct 2018

well my desk is done as is my daughter's.

she  is studying her A levels


I'm amusing you, or is it deluding myself?

I'm  waiting in for parcels and receiving parcels of pain.

I've put the washing out on the umbrella washing line thing

She is studying Maths, Biology, Chemistry and Philosophy

I watch tv and radio news with  a smattering of online newspapers

Lifestyle

She has her whole life ahead

Me, I'm just heading  for my target.

She said 27 books

I've done 16 and 17 Again is half written.

So is that 10 and a half to go?

Then you will all be spared.

A big thank you to all the helpers in the home putting things together.

I used to be able to do everything now pain haunts me like a shadow

My scar tissue in my leg just flared on cue, Abba sings wishing she was somewhere else instead,

I just wish the pain was somewhere else instead, in somebody else's body.

But God is good as my mum used to say,  so I'll try and annoy you all with future further 10.5 books

Stay Healthy

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