Tuesday, 2 June 2020

42 years ago this week, post 2834

42 years ago this week, post 2834

well I just remembered it's my 42 year Birthday playing with computers

or babysitting as we used to call it, as we did masses of bulk printing

It used to impress people when yuou said you were in computer

IT was not even thought of

I have 2834 posts, stories plus chats on this site

maybe 2000 stories, and 800 or so conversations like this

The By Michael Casey ones are the stories

that go into the books as I compile them

I am a Writer, not a Blogger

there is a major difference

42 years ago I had to learn how to type

I jiggled my fingers at the busstop trying to remember

the layout of the QWERTY keyboard

Now I've been typing for 42 years

I never use pen and paper, so nothing to leave to any Oxford University

when I die, the only paper i use is toilet paper

I had a nice indian girl pass by my wordpress today

so I said hello and amused/bemused her in equal measure

my humour can be missed if you don't think

Is is joking or serious? is what my sister says

the answer is both in equal measure

you just have to work our which is which

so there you go

I'm glad that the whole world reads my stuff

but I abhor the junk emails, they just get deleted unread

English is my native tongue, so make an effort

Google will translate for you BUT use a GOOD SUBJECT LINE

I'm glad you all read my stuff, it's better than dying unread

That's partly why I put my stuff online

And I hate the website designer and TOP of Google offers too

I hope I don't sound too grumpy, I'm just giving you the truth

I've had a lazy day today, the pain monster was about for a couple of days

I could meet you in the local store share a joke, or a nice bottle of fizzy pop

and we'd have a nice time. But a few hours or even minutes later

I can barely move with pain, a sine curve on my body and time hitting me

It's like an unwanted mystery prize

I could medicate myself up, but then I'd be a zombie

so its only Movelat and paracetamol when I need it

As you trawl though these 2834 pieces of writing, and they are not everything

As you go through my back list you will hit the pain stuff

I wish there were none in the list, but that's part of me, literally

There are other things I could share, but they are even more painful

So you'll have to wait till I die, I can hear you mutter, the sooner the better

Such cynical readers I have, I should sit on your knee and break it

I am heavier than Tyson Fury after all, though 11 inches shorter

We are all living in days of History, and we could all do so much better

I asked my small daughter why Aliens would visit Earth the other day

She said, to warn us

I've been watching, as well as my usual listening, to  lots of music on tv recently

So i said to her I thought  Aliens would come for the Music

It would be nice if the world had more Music and less Tears

Especially now.....



I have a Dream too

I have a Dream

Now we could have all stars of all colours recite this

We could have Obama recite this

at the end Organise and VOTE

It needs to be started today

I stumbled over a Charles Krauthammer piece today from years ago

Then he was saying Trump is so absurd

I enjoyed  Charles Krauthammer  so much when I had Fox in Uk

I watch/read 6 to 10 media sources daily, thanks to Tinnitus at night

It's so sad that a unbeliever like Trump can

beat and tear gas his way to stand outside a church

So he can have a Photo Opportunity

And what is even sadder that "religious right"

who are neither religious nor right

actually lap it up.

That's why I said Golden Calf yesterday if you passed by then

I also spotted immediately his call to brutality yesterday

was a parody of Saint Francis's Prayer

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me bring love.
Where there is offence, let me bring pardon.
Where there is discord, let me bring union.
Where there is error, let me bring truth.
Where there is doubt, let me bring faith.
Where there is despair, let me bring hope.
Where there is darkness, let me bring your light.
Where there is sadness, let me bring joy.
O Master, let me not seek as much
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love,
for it is in giving that one receives,
it is in self-forgetting that one finds,
it is in pardoning that one is pardoned,
it is in dying that one is raised to eternal life.



SO LET US ALL PRAY TO SAINT FRANCIS who was told to
 repair the house, the house of God as he adored the cross

Instead we have a cross president, who is a cross to the Nation
instead of leading the Nation through tribulation,
he himself is the tribulation

Pray, Hope, Don't Worry and never riot

just VOTE





reparer la casa




Monday, 1 June 2020

Another Month Comes Around

Another Month Comes Around

Well its hot here in Birmingham England

Covid 19 hasn't got me

So thank God for that

My Arthritis and everything else did flare up

Over in USA, Civil War beckons

Trump hides in his bunker like Hitler

Everybody is Wrong, only he is right

Picnics on the South Lawn so to speak

Covid 19 will spread even faster now

as first the Sun Seekers

then Demonstrators for Justice

then Civil War

LEADERSHIP is needed

I can remember 1968

My mother fell to her knees in prayer when Bobby got shot

Sadly History is repeating itself but on Steriods

The Steam has to be Vented

But Evil still seems to Win

and Lack of Leadership,  maybe because of Covid 19 times

Perhaps Martin Luther King's Dream Speech

Should be played on Every Radio and Tv station

at the Same Time

And then left on auto repeat somewhere

President Kennedy came out and spoke

Twitter Trump President just plays golf

then complains about everybody

Everybody is wrong, he is right

Bullying everybody, or just  total corruption

And nobody but nobody on the Team speaks out

Resignation may save the day

But  could that even happen

Perhaps we all need to fall to our knees and Pray

USA is great, but a Con man stole the Presidency

and turned it into his own image, a golden calf

This is wrong

USA is Black and Latino and all the other colours of the rainbow

USA is straight and gay and any which way

USA is Christian and Muslim and any or All faiths

USA has lost its way

USA needs a Good Shepherd, not a prancing pretend president

USA needs to get out of the bunker  created by the golfer and part-timer

USA needs to walk tall and proud again

USA needs to hold hands again

But first Covid 19 must be beat win Science not Voodoo

NO more Voodoo from the bunker of hate and ignorance

I too have a dream

That USA is strong and whole again

That USA is Charitable again

That USA sings again

The mark of a man is his Charity

The mark of a country is leading in Charity

Let USA be the Good Samaritan again

or wither and die in a bunker with a sad bitter selfish con artist



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https://michaelgcasey.typepad.com/files/151.the-secret-prayer-society-1.mp3


Sunday, 31 May 2020

Love Beyond Reason


love beyond reason


michaelgcasey cartoons made with words: my mum as I remember her most




Love Beyond Reason ©
By Michael Casey
There was an item on the news about Love, or rather MRI scans were being used to see what happens in the brain when we are in love. You get lots of different colours in the brain, meaning this and meaning that. But, we all know that Love is Beyond Reason, it is unfathomable, its Love after all. Poets have being trying to describe it for thousands of years, so a MRI scan does not have a chance, not unless MRI is the name of some rapping poet.
In Ireland it is called “the urge” this is when the desire to breed, to have a family comes upon you. In Star Trek Spock took control of the Enterprise as the urge or was it called farge overwhelmed him. I just tried to google farge and could not find it, so ask any Star Trek devotee to get the correct word. So Love or is it Lust overwhelms us, our hormones are everywhere. Anybody with teenagers in the house will know this well.
You get  past the blast from your hormones at teenage then you get a job and work hard trying to climb the ladder in your job. You may do this for 5 or 10 or more years, love, sex and the urge have no place in your heart. You are a well-respected member of the team, of the crew, whether you work in McDonalds or are a cleaner, or work in the Path Lab or at a major laboratory. Your work is your life, you are saving up for your house, your car, your anything.
Then one day below the horizon she arrives, she’s junior to you, she may be senior to you, she may be your age, she may be ten or even fifteen years younger. But one thing is for certain, just one look melts the glacier that is in your heart. You may have had a broken heart, so you freeze dried those dangerous hurting emotions. Or you may have never had any emotions, it was just a door you never opened because you were too busy with your career.
Then she arrived, Doreen, the girl with the red crinkly hair and the Irish accent, or was it an Edinburgh accent, you were always useless with accents. Was she very pretty with the perfect figure and fish net tights, no, not even in your dreams. She was small and dumpy with her makeup badly done, but she had power over you. It was her twinkling eyes and the way she laughed, and the way she always held your gaze. You didn’t know it, she didn’t know it, but she was the one.
How did this happen? It was the urge, it was time, everything has its season, and the now was the season, for both of you. Your heart skipped a beat every time you saw her, or her Charlie perfume wafted towards you. You made a mental note to make sure you bought her some Ck, and make sure she got it at Secret Santa in a couple of weeks time. If she didn’t like it she would give it to you and you’d wear it yourself.
So looks became more looks, she touched your hand as she passed you a cup of coffee from the drinks machine, your heart had skipped a beat, skin on skin. You wanted to hold her in your arms and kiss her in the kitchen, so you just closed your eyes and bit your lip. You would have to wait till Christmas and the Mistletoe.
This is the power of the urge, you are all grown up but the hormones have started to surge. As for her, you were tall, fat yes, but tall too, she always liked tall men like Tom Selleck, perhaps you had a hairy chest too, that would make her scream with pleasure. The urge was upon her too. The next step would be buying new under-ware at Marks and Spencers. 
So all this goes on, it’s all hormones, a clock ticking within us all, why is it so powerful, because it has to be. If we weren’t programed to love, to breed, to have sex, then we’d all disappear in one generation. Love is blind, love lifts us up, and all those phrases that were sung in Moulin Rouge when they were on that roof. It is true. What attracts X to Y and A to Z?
Everybody has to find a home, a fit, a place of rest, a place of safety, a place of fun, a place where a family can be made and grow up. There is no reason no rhythm to it, the Pied Piper plays the tune and our bodies follow it until we come home to each other, until our bodies fit, literally, and we are at peace.      
I HAD WANTED TO POST SOMETHING ELSE BUT I STUMBLED OVER THE 5 YEAR OLD PIECE FROM MARCH 2015


Let There Be Light ©
By Michael Casey
Let my tears be my words
Let the candle light be my eyes
Let the flowers in bloom be my lips
Let their scent be my blood
Let the wind be my breath
Let clouds be my mood
Let children’s laughter be my hope
Let widows’ sighs be my conscience
Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight
Let the bees be my wisdom
Let the trees be my strength
Let my patience reach to the stars
Let me be always remembered in your prayers

We are Words

Saturday, 30 May 2020

Anti Smoking Advert

Anti Smoking Advert(c)
By
Michael Casey

I hate smoke

It makes my chest hurt

just a whiff and it hurts

this always, even before heart bypass etc

yes I did watch Folk/Jazz in smoky bars for years

that was 30years ago maybe

Anyway I stumbled over a QUIT thing

So here's my  advert

OPENS


Dark Screen> the sound of love making

the light appears and a man and a women emerge

from beneath the covers

Let's have a cigarette

But we gave up

So the woman reaches for a banana and unpeels it

then she starts to eat the banana in bed

What about you she asks looking over to the man

He reaches for a bowl of ice cream

and starts to eat that

Voice Over: Smoke Less enjoy your  ice cream and banana

OR you could carry on as before

Screen goes blank and the sound of love making again

This goes on for even longer than before

Then the screen  lightens

It's a man and a women breathing heavily

He has half got his shirt off

She has 1/2 got her bra off

They are leaning against each other sat on end of bed

But not erotically

They are just exhausted instead

It's lung disease

Shall we just have a banana and ice cream instead?

Voice Over: Have the Real Thing and a banana in your ice cream too

The couple fall on the bed, a banana and ice cream is thrown on them

Voice over: Just Quit Smoking

The End

Yes a simple idea, it's copyrighted it too(c) Michael Casey  2020

.......

you can all use this, but pay me royalties. from one never smoker to another








Friday, 29 May 2020

May God Give You Peace





May God Give You Peace





my big daughter 13 years ago, the singing is very recent, here and a friend plus choir guy enjoy World































May God Give You Peace





my big daughter 13 years ago, the singing is very recent, here and a friend plus choir guy enjoy World
























May God Give You Peace





my big daughter 13 years ago, the singing is very recent, here and a friend plus choir guy enjoy World




May God Give You Peace






my big daughter 13 years ago, the singing is very recent, here and a friend plus choir guy enjoy World

Trump Twitter Graphs

Trump Twitter Graphs

these are simple

like a colouring book for a child

here's how it works

2 or 3 dials on a page, like in your car

1st dial
number of infections
2nd dial
number of tweets
3rd dial
deaths

you can display in colours

how many Tweets did Donald do

So in a flash everybody can see

You can have the DATE at the top of page

so

dial 1       dial 2        dial 3

so even people with no Attention Span

can see in a flash what was happening

you can improve on the design

such as the Tweet dial makes a noise

you could also have the unemployment dial

you can have the golf dial with tee off sound

keep it simple no  more than 3 dials per page

you could also have a Banner Flash

Terrible Trump

or

Dunce  Donald

and a sea washes him  away  in any colour you like

*****

we are told USA folks have low attention span
that's how Donald distracts and gets away with stuff

WE'll have Donald go to the Skies today

and claim all the credit

so obviously the cartoon

overlays LSD  Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

because with 40 million now unemployed

only he would Tweet

now you can draw this simply

and put it on bill boards

on intersections or by food banks

Simple

remind everybody Trump is no god

despite what he thinks

and lastly you must register and get off the couch

and VOTE

*****
one man can do much evil if good men do nothing

so VOTE





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