somebody else's words perhaps Trump should learn them

          

 

           I Said a Prayer for You Today

            I said a prayer for you today

            And know God must have heard.

            I felt the answer in my heart

            Although he spoke no word!

            I didn't ask for wealth or fame

            (I knew you wouldn't mind).

            I asked him to send treasures

            Of a far more lasting kind!

            I asked that he be near you

            At the start of each new day;

            To grant you health and blessings

            And friends to share your way!

            I asked for happiness for you

            In all things great and small.

            But it was for his loving care

            I prayed the most of all!

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wouldn't it be strange if a dead man, McCain beats a President, it's more and more apparent Trump  is a bitter and twisted person yet not enough people speak out. Because Power is more important than doing the Right thing.
wouldn’t it be strange if a dead man, McCain beats a President, it’s more and more apparent Trump  is a bitter and twisted person yet not enough people speak out. Because Power is more important than doing the Right thing.
Over here in UK, we see a total Bully in charge, and yet people will sell their soul for money, so they vote for him, and don’t speak out as they want to get Reelected. And then they say its the “pious” thing to do. Make Peace with your brother, then go back to temple if I use the “religious” examples. America’s Dignity is being lost day by day, until it ends naked and exposed. Or is that  what are waiting for, the final exposure.
Ramble Rousing increases Noise, it does NOT make things Right.
A noble country is being turned into a banana republic by a President  who many think is ______ , insert your own opinion. Sorry if these pieces bore some of you, but how can you contrast USA and Russia, when they become more and more alike. Animal Farm says the farm animals looked through the window and could not tell the Difference. Just as USA descends into the mire.
The Angel has been on my wall for 20 years now, maybe we all need Good Angels more than ever.
p.s. Thank you IRAQ for joining my readers, my daughter’s  friend speaks Arabic by the way, we are a very international family. Everybody should come to Birmingham and see the angel on the walls of our Art Gallery and in our saint Phillips cathedral.

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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. Not unless they like arthritis, look for the silly photos, not the stereo-typical "I am a writer" photos which I hate. michaelgcasey is what you should look for and the TRANSLATIONS GALORE here on this site so tell all your friends all over the world, or just in your street. Remember too the click to Translate Button, so all of you everywhere can "suffer" my words. 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He's a white tiger, he was in fact he was her sister's Birthday tiger from a few years ago, but she cried until she owned him. Tony is a very washed out bleached kind of tiger. Tony has been through the washing machine a couple of times, he was very very dizzy when he came out. Yesterday Tony got a brother, his brother is a ginger tiger, now christened Ginger. Ginger makes us laughter because Ginger is how English people call my wife if they cannot pronounce her Chinese name. Tony is one of 40 stuffed toys the girls have, they live up a corner behind the sofa which is just behind me. They are allowed out to form a class when my small daughter plays teacher, afterwards they climb back into their Iceland bags and go to sleep. There is a problem with Tony though, he's lived in the fast lane and lost a lot of weight. So following strict instructions, today I have done a stuffing transplant, which is like a heart transplant but much more important and dangerous. 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These are the very serious things a modern parent has to deal with, luckily I know how to sew, and I have a special relationship with all the toys. Now that Tony is full and looks like a weightlifting Tiger I hope Ginger won't be jealous, otherwise one of them may have to end up in a zoo, or the closest equivalent, in one of the 13 charity shops near our house. https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/ www.michaelgcasey.typepad.com to HEAR me read my stuff http://butcherbakerundertaker.blogspot.co.uk/ are places to read my stuff, comic in the main. I NOT on Facebook, you can only find me on my sites. Though you can tell all your FB friends about me or email michaelgcasey@hotmail.com in English only, I delete many Junk emails daily, unopened I would love a spot in a newspaper or magazine, print or online, alongside the fish and chips. 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Why do People Lie?

Why do  People Lie?  I've met so much lying and avoiding the truth lately. I'm old fashioned so if somebody lies to me I'll never ever trust them again. And if they steal a penny I'll never trust them again either. It's only a Penny is their excuse, but if you cannot be trusted with a penny then you should not be trusted with millions or billions or trillions.

Do I look too simple and trusting, you've seen the photos, you tell me. I certainly don't  have the criminal look, and there is a criminal look, or maybe you are too simple to notice.

Same as there is the Trump  arrogant and conceited look, the never trust this salesman look.

But yet they do, only in America.

WE hear he tweets about the dead, instead of helping the living. John McCain fought in Vietnam, while others had bone spurs that were NOT operated on. Is that why he loves the Military so much? Guilt for Draft Dodging. If he was a CO then I'd respect that, but lying ...

I spotted thantmy poem about The Dead and The Living has popped up a few times too. I wrote it on the bus in November 1987 on a Sunday on the way to work.

I may write a comedy piece tomorrow while I'm waiting in for our Ukrainian workman. He says "he cannot hide" he seems 2 metres tall so it is true. By them way Ukrainian apples are great our local store had some.

Let's see where the wind blows me tomorrow. By the way I analyse everything, so if I miss it, I will spot it later on in the washing machine of my mind. When  your sleep is as disturbed as mine through my ailments I get plenty of thinking  time. And if anybody  says they are doing  me a favour they are obviously pleasing themselves.  And if you attempt to patronise me, then you are on the way to your own graveyard. When we were in the hotel, we would smile, then when the guest went away we'd say BS to  ourselves. I've had 100,000 mini conversations.

Sorry for the  ranting tonight, it's  been like having  somebody put their hands in my pockets while I'm still wearing my pants lately.

He  could not be Honest even if you Paid him is what my dad used to say.

The stone building further down was my mother's home in Cromane Lower Kerry Eire

that's where all my values stem from.

Too Good to be True

Too Good To Be True©

By

Michael Casey

Well events happen and after you say, “it was too good to be true” and so it is. If something appears too good to be true then it probably is. You pray to Saint Jude for something and you get a quick answer, only it’s the wrong answer. Ok, you prayed for a job any job will do, and BINGO you get one, working down the Mortuary. Saint Jude did his part, now you must do yours wheeling the dead away.

I heard half a story that somebody I used to work with ended up with that kind of job, maybe I misheard Paul Godshill, if I remembered his name right, I even think we now live in the same street. He’ll be hiding behind his curtains now, not CASEY. His brother was a picture hanger, a professional picture hanger. Millionaires who have a nice collection would get him to hang them so they look nice. No going down Woolworths for sticky back hangers, but proper hangings by a Godshill. I think in the end the Picture Hangerer gave up the job as somebody was trying to teach him to suck eggs, or rather cut cloth.

So things are going along swimmingly, you have a great job which you enjoy then it ends. Things really were too good to be true. He’s probably an internationally famous best selling writer now, he’s far far cleverer than I’ll ever be.Though he’d never tell me his pen name. If you want to appear smart, just hang out with clever people, then nobody will notice you are a dullard. Or pretend to be a dullard then you can pounce afterwards, and bite their bum, and I bite bums if people annoy me. Or as Laura once said, “he does bit too”.

Life does toss in curve balls, which sounds like a disease Sports Men get, but you have to go with the flow, as somebody said to me, he later became a vagrant when his life spiraled downwards. Yes life can be too good to be true. So make sure you save for a rainy day, and marry a good woman. Women are the bedrock of society, they get on with it while their useless men flounder. It’s a woman’s prayers that keep a family going.

We all can come a cropper, you waste a day on an Interview Process, and by the coffee machine say something that is taken out of context, and you lose the chance of a job. And you did not get paid a penny for the process. That’s one way you can get knackered. Or you apply for a job and they ask you “what is the least you will work for”, yes I actually had that question, and you are desperate for a job,so you put a lower figure and lose £1000 a year, equal to a month’s salary back then. Perhaps I should name and shame the company, and yes it did turn out to be the worst one I ever worked for. Ringing up every day when you are sick with food poisoning badgering you as to when you  will return.

Life is not fair, don’t think it ever will be, things are too good to be true, if you make a few good friends along the way then that’s the best you can hope for. Yes you can have a guilded life, but then behind the mask, behind the facarde reality is unseen. You may be coughing up blood for months but people don’t know and wouldn’t even care, yes I’m harking back to that bad company. Luckily I was only there a year, I promised myself I’d leave after our trip to USA, so I did.   

All in all, into each Life some rain must Fall, but we all need to have a defence mechanism, of love, of hope, of friends. Failing that 17 pints of Stella Artois and a packet of Walkers Cheese and Onion crisps.