Strange Day

Strange Day

well I was full of Arthritis today so I did not fancy going out, but I had to pay a bill so I went down the hill to the post office to pay  it. A young man jumped out of a white man offering to sell me a new tv, he was a traveler. I told him I was a policeman and to go away and pretended to have a secret microphone. I do have a surreal sense of humour after all.

Then his mate gestured that I was a W, and not Writer, and then he swore at me saying I was an English something. In fact I'm just as Irish as he is, so I told him to kiss my butt, in perfect Irish as taught to me by my mother.

Nobody buys stolen goods or otherwise from Irish travelers in a van. They are doing themselves a disservice to all of us Irish.

I then went and had a much needed haircut, I'll attach my latest photo when my daughter finishes sending it to me. The barber did a good job for 9 quid, and it turned out he was the same Nationality as my daughter's beau. So that made  me laugh, I told him a story of how I frightened the beau. I dug a  grave in the garden and told the beau if hurt my daughter he'd be in the shallow grave. Dads do have to protect their girls after all, the barber liked the joke. The Shining was a big influence on me...

I also told him to google michaelgcasey his dad/uncle passed the phone but it was in Arabic so they switched it to English then I typed it in and showed them a photo of my parents wedding day. I told him he could find 2000 simple stories to read plus 200 audio.

Then I went home forgetting to buy milk.

Later on I got a circular from an Invest in Film company, so I told them to invest in me instead.
I decided to share with them the story of "how to frighten the boyfriend" as well as a few facts and figures, such as 1,400,000 words and 30 years of comedy writing. So with the help of God and Two Policemen I may be discovered. Or arrested for leaving an unattended shallow grave.

Hang on the doorbell rang, it was two travelers  asking for an autograph and did I really not want a new tv. So I pointed to my neighbour's house, Nick, he really is a Policeman. So I think they have gone over there to try selling him a new tv.

So that is my day. I finally found a place for my Burne Jones   angel as we did not want to hang it in the new house.

Cheerio and if you are an investor  email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com      


p.s. 4 years since my bypass

Twisted Reality

Twisted Reality ©

By

Michael Casey

My head is throbbing and I’ve taken another paracetamol but I want to write something before bedtime, though I did have a much needed 2 hour nap today. Such is my reality, twisted or not. The past couple of days I was out and about but today it was back to my twisted reality. I also was reading the News online, proper newspapers, not FB rubbish, or anybody else’s rubbish. So Trump as ever swamps the news, the wall dispute goes on, but he is the Messiah to the Religious Right in some distorted Twisted Reality.

Hence tonight’s piece, how we all view things from different angles or is it angels? Some have their demons and others behave like devils, so when people meet to negotiate perception itself is tested.

He slapped the Desk and had a Tantrum

OR

He stroked the desk wishing it was his wife’s body, or anybody else’s wife’s body. Tender and Passionate, not costing $130,000

He handed out sweets like a teacher rewarding his favourite class

OR

He tried to silence us by gluing our teeth together with cheap candy

He listened attentively to all our points of view

OR

He really was saying screw you

He got up and left without even listening to anything we said

OR

There was a golf tournament on, so he went to watch that on tv instead

He was pensive and thoughtful, and ever so Presidential

OR

He just tweeted drop dead as he splashed us from his car instead

He went to the Oval Office to be ever so Presidential

OR

Nobody gives a heck where he speaks from, he can speak from the John because the Workers are being dumped on.

The staff still got a pay check

OR

The payslip had pay ZERO on it, feed my family with zero.

He visited the Border to see where he’d build his wall

OR

What for, invest in People not barriers

Berlin had a Wall, Jericho had a Wall, both fall

He looks so tough fighting for what is right

OR

He is building a wall of ignorance and shame, that is his everlasting Fame

And on it goes, it’s always the other guys fault.

BUT as Truman knew

The Buck stops Here.

How long will this pantomime last, true republicans, from every party should end this freak show, horror show of a Presidency. Crashing about like a bull in a china shop, like a drunk at the wheel of state. Stock Market all over the Place, Trade Policy all over the Place, Foreign Policy made up as he sits on the toilet tweeting every morning.

The Bully must be brought down.

OR

He is so organised his team is so great, never making a mistake, nobody ever does anything wrong. They are so pious, and holy. It’s everybody else who is wrong. My daughter would be great at the World Bank, my son in law is such a genius too. Everybody loves being inside a washing machine as it spins, this is my Trump presidency.

So I could be wrong and he is the nicest man ever, until somebody leaks his tax returns. He hasn’t paid tax in ten years. He was bailed out by a German bank with Russian mafia money. Who knows, it could all be like in the Fake News Press.

Good is Good, and the American People are always Great, despite any Politician. But for the sake of the rest of the world and to avoid any accidental war, can we get Trump off the world stage and back on the golf course where his lies cannot harm anybody.

OR am I just a totally misguided person, who cannot see the good oozing from his every pore, he’s such a nice man creating the best possible world.

I think I shall watch Candide now, to see true Reality.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMIzHnyuiNY