K2 best Kdrama I've seen so far + Shep Smith Fox News
well South Korea, India and Canada are some of this morning's readers
first off K2 is the best Kdrama I've seen so far
I've saved the last episode to watch today, as a treat after I buy duck spring rolls
K2 is like James Bond but on steroids
Anna I love you, come and live with me, ditch K2, if only, SIGH
Great stuff everybody should try Kdramas
Now Shep Smith is a great tv Journalist I used to watch him for years
He was so nice, I thought he must be gay, as he is just so nice, and I guessed right
Shep Smith was perfect at explaining things, I even want to have him as a guest appearance
in Tears for a Butcher, when or if I finally get around to writing it
Whatever Shep does next I wish him well, I hope another network picks him up
Though he may decide to teach Jouralism
I know all the jokes about Fox, but he really was good
And no he hasn't sent me an envelope to say this, though I would accept one,
my address is
Trump tower, by the dustbins, next to the open sewers.
I have to get dressed now, after a SSS, *** shower and shave
and Anna in Korea, I love you
K2 that haircut she gave you makes you look like a Kpop star
Saturday, 12 October 2019
Friday, 11 October 2019
American Politics the Worst Comedy Ever
American Politics the Worst Comedy Ever
just a few thoughts after I've read The Press today
I am the accused
So I'll try and be my own judge as well
Then if it goes to the Supreme Court
Judges I appointed will now be my judge
I will refuse to allow the evidence to be seen or heard
Because I can stop the evidence being revealed
I can stop my appointees from speaking against me
Anybody not for me is against me
So I'll sack them or blindfold and gag them
Nobody can see my taxes
Nobody can see my exam results
Nobody this and nobody that
But everybody knows about the 18+ others
But I've slapped gagging orders on them, and paid for silence
This goes on and on
I spend my time watching Butt licking tv, and playing golf
Then I say of course I'm as innocent and pure as the Virgin Mary
Though when this game of Charades is finally over I don't have a Prayer
My biopolar behaviour reeks havoc the world over
Turn left, turn right, go up, go down, sit, stand, dance
And everybody obeys me, I am a stable genius
I am alone know everything, I am God
And my face burns, a side effect of my meds for biopolar
So I have a great tan, as Washington burns as I
Fiddle as Nero did, and as only I can fiddle
Meanwhile the world despairs
What can they do, I am an all powerful genius
My country's moral authority has been spent
No morals, just MY authority left
What were Regan's words about a President gone rogue
The flash on the horizon, as no good men, not even a few
Stood up and did the right thing
Country First not Party, as the embers of a once great
country smoulder amongst the weakness of corrupt old white men.
just a few thoughts after I've read The Press today
I am the accused
So I'll try and be my own judge as well
Then if it goes to the Supreme Court
Judges I appointed will now be my judge
I will refuse to allow the evidence to be seen or heard
Because I can stop the evidence being revealed
I can stop my appointees from speaking against me
Anybody not for me is against me
So I'll sack them or blindfold and gag them
Nobody can see my taxes
Nobody can see my exam results
Nobody this and nobody that
But everybody knows about the 18+ others
But I've slapped gagging orders on them, and paid for silence
This goes on and on
I spend my time watching Butt licking tv, and playing golf
Then I say of course I'm as innocent and pure as the Virgin Mary
Though when this game of Charades is finally over I don't have a Prayer
My biopolar behaviour reeks havoc the world over
Turn left, turn right, go up, go down, sit, stand, dance
And everybody obeys me, I am a stable genius
I am alone know everything, I am God
And my face burns, a side effect of my meds for biopolar
So I have a great tan, as Washington burns as I
Fiddle as Nero did, and as only I can fiddle
Meanwhile the world despairs
What can they do, I am an all powerful genius
My country's moral authority has been spent
No morals, just MY authority left
What were Regan's words about a President gone rogue
The flash on the horizon, as no good men, not even a few
Stood up and did the right thing
Country First not Party, as the embers of a once great
country smoulder amongst the weakness of corrupt old white men.
Thursday, 10 October 2019
Falloff the Russian
Falloff the Russian ©
By
Michael Casey
Well Falloff didn’t Falloff the page if you were listening earlier in the day, in fact Falloff never fell off anything. Falloff was called Falloff because people could not pronounce his name. As he was always telling people to be careful or they would fall off that was his name. He was the caretaker at the block of flats, how he came from the East to Birmingham nobody knew, but he did have 3 friends called Lech, Boris and Gregorgi who visited a few times a year. Then there was singing and much laughter, much laughter. It was like Santa and his brothers had come to town.
Falloff liked where he lived, and he liked the people in Old Forge and Singing Anvil. There were a few naughty boys who liked to walk on the edge or hang like monkeys, hence “don’t fall off” which gave rise to his nickname, Falloff, the Russian. Falloff was loved by all, he could fix anything, just anything. Vacuum cleaners and microwaves, and best of all he never charged. He would accept food as a gift for a repair, but money never, do you think I’m a Nazi he’d say. So he was loved.
When the lifts broke he would carry shopping up to the top floor for the old folks, once he even carried an old woman up with her held in his arms like a baby. Marie asked but how are you so strong. Falloff confessed he was in the army in USSR a long time ago, and you had to be fit. But to carry me all the way up the stairs. If you love somebody you’ll do anything was his humble reply. I once carried a comrade 8 kilometres on my back. Did you love him? No, but he was comrade and there is a brotherhood in the army, any army the world over. There is a Western song after all, He Aint Heavy, he’s my brother, Falloff smiled at the memory. Besides I was dating his sister, so I had to carry him, to save him, or she would have killed me. He laughed.
Falloff enjoyed his life, it was easy compared to some of the things he’d endure in the past, and these British people here in Old Forge and Singing Anvil were nice people, as good as the people back home in Mother Russia. But into each life some darkness must fall, so some bad lads came acalling trying to sell drugs at his block of flats. They swore at him, go away back to Russia you silly man. But Falloff insisted, he would not allow drugs to pollute where he lived and the people in his block lived. Somebody pulled a knife and managed to scratch his hand. But that was all they got away with, Falloff’s military training kicked in, the knifeman was on his back with a crack, Falloff had broken his arm. Two more came running at him, so Falloff punched one, knocking him out with one punch, the other he grabbed and held over the balcony. You don’t want to falloff do you? His Russian accent getting stronger as he was angry now. 3 Nazis invading his home, his friends’ home. Now remember this, this may not be Mother Russia, but this block of flats is my home, my land and I will defend it, we Russians love where we live, and I live here.
By now a crowd had gathered to see what the commotion was, Falloff had taken out three bad lads on his own. Then he picked up the knife and put it in his boot. Now go away, invade another place, but not here, but we’ll shake hands and you can promise me you’ll never return. As he shook hands the first one Falloff squeezed just as the Nazis had been squeezed, the bad lad sunk to his feet in pain. Then the 2nd one , and finally the 3rd one. He shook hands with each, the last one was the biggest one, so Falloff really should his hand, until the bad lad screamed, as Falloff broke his little finger.
After that nobody ever tried to bring drugs near the flat, Falloff was held in such high regard. And that’s how he carried his comrade so far without dropping him, Falloffs grip was as strong as the Russian winter itself. Then it was full of brotherly love as he carried his comrade, but for Nazis it was a weapon.
Falloff’s life went on as normal, but bad pennies sometimes return. In this case the girlfriend of one of the bad lads moved into the block of flats to try and get away from him. But bad boys chase girls even when told to “get lost”. So one night Falloff heard a commotion and went to investigate. The bad lad Nazi was beating the girl he said he loved, but he was beating her now because she said she did not love him. She was trying to escape him, and was climbing out the window to escape. Falloff arrived and heard her scream, seeing the situation he had tgo act fast. I’ll deal with you later he said to the bad lad, as he hit him him hard breaking his jaw. A real Russian lover would never hit a woman, Falloff chided as he stepped over the fallen Nazi.
Rachel was handing from the balcony, by now screaming, Falloff tested the washing line hanging on the balcony. Then he launched himself over the balcony holding the washing line. He gabbed Rachel, and she screamed don’t drop me. Falloff replied, don’t worry you are safe. They were on the 8th floor hanging over a balcony. Then the washing line snapped and they dropped 10 feet. Falloff asked Saint Jude to save the girl, he’d faced death before and maybe it was time for him to die.
Down below a crowd formed and they decided to help, so they moved the bouncy castle which was 100 metres away ready for the fair. Just hold on they screamed, Falloff held on, he held the girl and Saint Jude held him. The bouncy castle was held in position, then with a prayer Falloff swung the girl with his one hand. She landed in exactly the middle of the bouncy castle. Falloff it’s you next, Falloff its time to falloff. So Falloff fell out, as requested by the crowd as they held the bouncy castle in position again.
Falloff was all over the newspapers now, caretaker called Falloff falls off building after saving a girl from falling off a building. The bad boy was arrested and it came to pass he was a very bad lad, so he went to jail, for a long time, more than long enough for his jaw to heal, though he’d always have a funny face from now on.
Falloff got a reward, and Rachel’s mother came around to personally thank him. It turned out that she was a History teacher, and Russia was her passion, and she did in fact speak Russian. You can guess the rest. Yes Falloff never let go of her, in fact they were married in the Spring.
tears to my eyes
tears to my eyes
no not the title to a new story
I've just been checking my figures
where you all are and what you are reading
somebody over on Wordpress read a babushka story
so I read it myself, I cannot remember everything, 2500+ stories and chats
so as I read it it brought tears to my eyes
it also made me realise the diamonds hidden in my words
yes that sounds very Trumpian, but when I look back sometimes
I am amazed at what I wrote, it's a tide of words and meaning and love
coming back to me.
so that's one reason why I continue to write
I cannot do anything else, and yes today the pain has arrived at my left
side today, so when it lifts I can write something new, just for you
the translations continue to be read, in Arabic and Polish and
Indonesian over on Wordpress. and multiple downloads too.
PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW THE TRANSLATE BUTTON WORKS
to all you friends
Then they can suffer even more from my words, though a cure for Tinnitus
would be nice as it keeps me awake all night till exhaustion allows me to sleep
So I have taylor swift, miley cyrus, will young, gerry rafferty in bed with me
to drown the eternal hiss, I need a bigger bed ,
So come back later and see if I have something new for you all, or just start at the very beginning and work your way through my words, just like Julie Andrews and we'll meet again, just like Vera Lin And then I'll begin again are you sitting comfortably Children...
Once upon a time, a man, and he can be any man anywhere in the world, any nationality, any colour any faith or none , he was walking down the page and he fell off, Felloff was his name he was Russian, on his way home to meet his Babushka ...... I'll come back later, will you ?
no not the title to a new story
I've just been checking my figures
where you all are and what you are reading
somebody over on Wordpress read a babushka story
so I read it myself, I cannot remember everything, 2500+ stories and chats
so as I read it it brought tears to my eyes
it also made me realise the diamonds hidden in my words
yes that sounds very Trumpian, but when I look back sometimes
I am amazed at what I wrote, it's a tide of words and meaning and love
coming back to me.
so that's one reason why I continue to write
I cannot do anything else, and yes today the pain has arrived at my left
side today, so when it lifts I can write something new, just for you
the translations continue to be read, in Arabic and Polish and
Indonesian over on Wordpress. and multiple downloads too.
PLEASE EXPLAIN HOW THE TRANSLATE BUTTON WORKS
to all you friends
Then they can suffer even more from my words, though a cure for Tinnitus
would be nice as it keeps me awake all night till exhaustion allows me to sleep
So I have taylor swift, miley cyrus, will young, gerry rafferty in bed with me
to drown the eternal hiss, I need a bigger bed ,
So come back later and see if I have something new for you all, or just start at the very beginning and work your way through my words, just like Julie Andrews and we'll meet again, just like Vera Lin And then I'll begin again are you sitting comfortably Children...
Once upon a time, a man, and he can be any man anywhere in the world, any nationality, any colour any faith or none , he was walking down the page and he fell off, Felloff was his name he was Russian, on his way home to meet his Babushka ...... I'll come back later, will you ?
Wednesday, 9 October 2019
more stories tomorrow
more stories tomorrow
the spirit is willing the flesh is weak
so here's an old story
the spirit is willing the flesh is weak
so here's an old story
A
Brief History of Pain ©
By
Michael
Casey
Well
it is 2.30am on 20th
Feb 2018, and after a good family day tonight I am all alone with
just Pain for company. I’ve had to get up as I’m in so much pain
and lying down just hurts. My left shoulder feels like I’ve been
stabbed, after 5 or six such stabbings and screaming out in pain at
the top of my voice I’ve decided to get out of bed.
I
had been congratulating myself because its several weeks since I last
had to get up in the middle of the night due to pain. I was thinking
about dialing 999 but they’ll just say take pain killers. The pain
is so severe some times you’d welcome the sight of the undertaker,
yes it’s not Micky Mouse pain.
During
the day nobody sees your pain, you just stroll like John Travolta to
the shops and have a joke with the workers, ok bore them while they
smile through gritted teeth at your inane humour. They don’t see
you run out of energy like the bunny rabbit with the rubbish
batteries in as in the adverts.
They
don’t hear you scream for the Movelat, it works in 5 minutes you
know. So this is my life. Not pain all the time, but too much of the
time. Pain appears like a mugger at a time and place and location on
my body of its choosing. Some days left hip, some days right hip,
some days my back. Some days I have a limp others I do not. On good
days I’m a very fast walker, as I used to be all my life till 2013.
It
is all so random. That’s why it is so annoying, I never know when
I’ll be screaming in pain, or just mildly discomforted. Its a merry
go round of pain, up and down and around and around, with just a bit
of Tinnitus as occasional accompaniment. Yes I do have many good days
but I have too many days overshadowed by pain. Not forgetting the
occasional stabbing pain to the heart which is not a heart attack,
and when I did call 999 that time and spent a night in hospital, they
did not really know the cause.
So
as I wait for sleep to overpower me so I can chance lying down,
please understand what it is like for me. But more importantly think
about people in far more pain, like your old granddad, and try and
have some patience and love for them when they are having bad days.
This
has been a brief history of pain, I hope it explains choose to act
the fool, especially when I write.
Monday, 7 October 2019
today's countries so far were:-
thank you all, it proves I have world wide penetration as advertisers call it
7/10/19
7/10/19
United States
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Portugal
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United Kingdom
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Ukraine
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Unknown Region
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Australia
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Belgium
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Spain
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Netherlands
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Russia
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and Brazil came too on my other Blogger site,
Don't laugh at me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBVMO3O7VDc
Don't Laugh at Me by Peter,Paul and Mary
I stumbled over this, it is my Credo already.
Don't Laugh at Me by Peter,Paul and Mary
I stumbled over this, it is my Credo already.
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