Clear Vision

Clear Vision ©

By

Michael Casey

Well it’s my nose that cannot see right now, I’m so full of snot it’s unbelievable and hard to breath properly. I can hear you all say, try living with Rodrigo here in Colombia, then you’d know about not breathing. I’m going to watch It’s Ok, to not be Ok, my latest Kdrama before I continue, I’ve just shouted at Taylor Swift to stop screaming in the background while I go into the other room to watch my Kdrama. So I’ll be back, as that bodybuilder from down the local store used to scream at me as he stacked the toilet tissue, Bless Him.

Clear Vision, what exactly is it? I did go blind for a day 11 or 12 years ago, I’d been stuck on a screen at work all day controlling the print flow and my eyes went haywire. That’s why I wear shades in front of my PC at home, to protect my eyes, and you all thought I was a poser, in my 2USD Alibarbar  shades. I did have Raybans for 9 years, unclaimed lost property, but now I’ve got these shades, they are actually oversized women’s shades. So all your guesses were right, I am just a big fat woman, which sounds like a  song. No, it’s because I have a big head, but you knew that already, you are all such such such, you can pick your own words, as well as noses. You are so cruel to me sometimes. I can see through you, I have Clear Vision.

Our Vision can be hampered by our own failings and prejudices, you hate them so much, why? Because they got better grades than you in a test in 6^th grade, and now you are grown men, in the locker room playing on the same team. I actually had a hard time for a year for that very same  reason, though it was a guy in my rugby team, and he was the milkman’s son, I wonder would he recognise himself. Google Benny Hill and Ernie the Fastest Milkman in the West song, it’ll make you laugh, even after 40 years. But it is just an example of how our own stupidity can hamper our vision.

Politics ruins our vision, it in fact blindfolds us at times. We have tunnel vision, so we see one good thing and forgive the 10,000 bad things.  When in fact we should see everything and then decide with the balanced view. Like the statues of Justice. And yes the rest of the world looks on in horror at Trumps dystopia, it’s not me being  Liberal, or Socialist, and the average American is plain ignorant of what those words actually mean, especially if their world view is just Fox news. People need to grow up and look around. Jesus is a Liberal by the way, hate the sin not the sinner. Love one another, whatsoever you do to the least of my brethren and all that. Not allow billionaires to avoid tax, in the President’s very own footsteps, not on a beach, but on the road to Perdition.

I side tracked myself there, but Biden has caught up with me, it really is all about Soul, and like all good Soul music it needs rhythm. So Biden, keep the rhythm going, be great at the rhythm method in fact, and then it will be a Love in. Getting back to the theme Love can blind you too, so you don’t see the faults in a partner, business or love, 17 non-disclosures aside. You need to step back or you cannot see the wood for the trees, I can remember my brother using that  expression 45 years ago when he was talking to me. If you are in the middle of a crowd, or in the middle of a wood, surrounded by trees you cannot see the path out. It’s like Google Earth, we now know where Boris was on holiday, but only by zooming out do we know exactly where it is, and just how beautiful Boris is in his woolly hat.

A plan does help too, so you have a path, a vision of where you want to go. Making  it up as you go along, may be ok if you are a writer who’s loved words for 50+ years, so you can get away with it. But for ordinary folks and Politicians having a plan is best, and if it fails get another plan, don’t glue yourself to a disaster, change course. And don’t Lie and BS about it, in the end you will be found out, you are always found out, so it’s best to raise your hand and accept the punishment then move forward again. A bit like Confession, you come out sparkling clean so you can start all over as if nothing had gone wrong. God will give you a second chance, 77 x 7 forgiveness in fact, which is actually more than the literal answer,  77x7 = 539. But you can go ask your Pastor to explain, I’m just a former altar boy and reader.

I’m sorry if I’m boring my reader O in Chicago, he prefers my non-political stuff, but he has Inner Visions, a great  album by Stevie Wonder, that’s how we met. We were at yard sale and we fought over the album, obvious I won, I stole his ray bans as well, only they were too small so I gave them away. So O, you owe me some fatboy's ray bans. And in return I’ll play Inner Visions over the phone to you, so you can record it on a cassette player, but don’t play it in front of Stevie or he’ll wonder where you got it from.

Hot Tired and Sweaty

Posted bymichaelgcasey22/08/2020Posted inUncategorizedEditHot Tired and Sweaty

no new story today, I’ll put an old one down for you to look at

here’s 3 snaps of me 21 aug 2020 plus Totoro my cat

A Korean Christmas Carol ©

By Michael Casey

Vincent was a little child in Seoul, he had been learning English at school, so the teacher decided to read a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens to the class as Christmas was approaching. The teacher Mr Michael confessed that he had listened to it on the radio after Midnight Mass at Saint Patricks after he’d thrown snowballs at Danny Moylan. And there was another Vincent there who defended himself with his umbrella. Vincent  laughed at the mention of his name.

So Vincent  fell asleep with the Tale fresh in his head. But Vincent was worried because they had a noisy neighbour called Kim who was always letting off fireworks, one had even smashed their bedroom window. As Vincent drifted off to sleep the world news with Douglas Stewart reporting was on the BBC world service, A Christmas Carol was going to be next but Vincent fell asleep as it began.

The Ghost of Christmas past came first, this was a beautiful Korean girl smiling and singing Kpop songs. Vincent smiled in his sleep. Korea was one big happy family then. Just singing and nice dancing, no marching, just laughter, real laughter and nobody carrying notebooks in their hand.

Vincent was so happy he even chuckled in his sleep. Mr Michael his teacher was right Charles Dickens was the BEST. Well in the English language anyway. Then clouds appeared and walls and noise and stamping and unfriendly fireworks appeared. Half the land sung Kpop the other half, just marched like robots with a smile that was fixed with fear hidden in their eyes. Half had technology  and lights, the other half had no roads, no street lights just dim dim dark life.

One half had food galore and had the Korean Dream and Samsung really was king, the other just seemed sad but pretended to be happy by shouting a lot. They marched a lot too,  to stay warm as their homes were so cold. Only the army mattered, not the people not the poor, not the sick, not the uneducated, not the least of Korea’s brethren. Only the army mattered.

One half got poorer and poorer and sick and turning into skeletons and ghosts. But all the time they cheered for the Emperor in his new clothes. While the people in that half became more and more naked, building a giant Golden Ox which was the name of the nuclear missile, though some thought it was a great hotel. But really inside it was a hanger for the greatest nuclear weapon ever. And still the people in that side clapped and carried notebooks to record the Emperor’s every word. As their clothes fell off their backs and they were more and more naked.  Some even dying as they marched for their Emperor.

Vincent started to cry in his sleep, why couldn’t the Emperor just vanish like in fairy tales. The Ghost of Christmas present was a newsreader shouting and shouting, threatening and threatening. There was no hope and love in her voice, just anger. Wasn’t Christmas supposed to be about Love and Hope and a Future. Vincent screamed and sat bolt upright in his bed he was so scared, his parents came running and comforted him. Then with his head resting on his mother’s breast he fell asleep. His mother switched off the radio, why was he listening to BBC World service, he should listen to more Kpop it was Christmas after all.

Vincent slept on the Ghost of Christmas Future appeared, it was a scruffy monk with mittens, the monk showed Korea, all Korea in ruins, mushroom clouds drifting in the sky. Seoul was in ruins, millions were dead, the North was a wasteland. The Emperor was trapped in his bunker far beneath the Subway, 100s of metres underground. But even the Emperor knew his half  was destroyed  just as much as the  other half. The food would run out and the air would run out, maybe he’d last  3 months, but then he would be entombed, just like an Egyptian King. Nobody would bother to dig him out, but at least HE had felt no pain as the entire country was vaporised.

There was a knocking at his office door, a scruffy monk in mittens  appeared, the Emperor raised his gun to shoot the monk. The monk laughed, I’m dead already, 1968 was the year I went to Heaven. As for you only Hell awaits, I’ve come to show you a vision of Hell. Vincent screamed in his sleep but his mother did not come to comfort him. Vincent watched frozen as the scruffy monk in mittens placed his hand on the Emperor’s head. The Emperor screamed and convulsed in pain, he peed his pants and poohed simultaneously, then he vomited.

The scruffy monk, then said, that is  but a vision, this is what it really feels like, much much worse than being vaporised in a nuclear war. So the monk continued to hold his hand on the emperor’s head, in one second the Emperor felt an eternity of pain. Hell is the absence of God’s Love. The Emperor fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness, if only he could turn back the clock, if only, if only.  

Vincent woke up  sweating, he could not speak.  He grabbed his Rosary, Mr Michael had explained that the Rosary was Mary’s Nuclear weapons. And with the Rosary you could defeat the Devil himself. So Vincent said his Rosary and went to sleep happy and safe. The funny thing was that his radio was still on. The end of A Christmas Carol was being told.  Scrooge repents and leads a good life and knows how to Celebrate the Joy of Christmas.

As Vincent fell asleep a News Flash North Korean was ended all its Nuclear ambitions and Putin himself would visit on  Christmas Day to sign a deal to ship all nuclear material over the border to Russia. And how did this come about ?  The Christmas Disco in Heaven was KPop that year and the 100,000 Korean Martyrs had asked the scruffy monk to Save Korea not just for Christmas but for always.

So he really had slipped out to pay the Emperor a visit. He also visited Putin too telling him to grab his place in History before his heart attack. When Putin heard this he decided to do as the scruffy monk suggested. Though the monk did put his hand on Putin’s chest, telling him he could live till he was 100 if he retired, being President is really stressful.  The scruffy monk also paid a visit to the White House, all he said to Trump was Be Humble when Putin rings you, and then you retire immediately as after saving the world everything else is a waste of your time.

Vincent woke up and it was snowing in Seoul, church bells were ringing, Korea would be One again, as for the scruffy monk in mittens, he got back in time to hear George Michael singing the Ave Maria, Merry Christmas Korea, all and one Korea.

*****

well I hope my Tinnitus stays away tonight, of all my ailments Tinnitus is the worst

afternoon all, how did your kids do in the exams?

afternoon all, how did your kids do in the exams?

well my small daughter got her GCSE exams

did very well to excellent

She got a 9 (very top mark) = A** for Religion

Her friends at school used to call her the little Muslim

as she knew more than them on the Faith

she's a choir singing Christian

her choir master and Godfather rung

she'd missed some choir practices

so he was pleased at least though her singing had lapsed

at least all 10 results were great

The next hard bit is working out which bus pass

is cheapest.

I'll leave it there for now, maybe a new story later

hello to Romania and Japan and Ukriane as well as UAE

my far flung readers

I need my pain medicine now for my Sine Curve of Chronic pain

TTFN

small daughter  a few years ago

this will be part of Tears for a Butcher the 600 page sequel to
The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker
I doubt I'll ever finish it

but God is good and full of surprises I have all the ideas, but will I have the Time and the Kpop speed typist to put it down on paper for me as I dictate
A book is a year of your life, a story is normally just an hour.

What Use am I, I am just an Old Woman?

Posted bymichaelgcasey19/08/2020Posted inUncategorizedEditWhat Use am I, I am just an Old Woman?

What Use am I, I am Just an Old Woman?

By

Michael Casey

Maria Gonzales was an old woman, a very old woman now, bent with pain and old age and a lifetime of cleaning rich people’s homes. But she was much loved, honest cleaners are worth their weight in gold. So over the years her employers had paid her well and they always brought her a Rosary from every Holy place they could visit in South America and the world over. Maria Gonzales would never travel anywhere but the Rosaries came to her, she was content. She had a drawer full of Rosaries still in presentation cases that she used and lovingly placed back inside the presentation case after saying her 3 Rosaries, The Joyful, The Sorrowful and The Glorious. Maria Gonzales was content, God was in his Heaven but the Virgin was happy to live in a drawer next to Maria Gonzales bed.

Now when Big Sid was shot, the tv news covered it the world over and even in Maria Gonzales part of the world they heard about it, as Mrs Murphy had screamed for help and Rosaries in many languages. So Sid was saved. Maria Gonzales had in fact pulled every single Rosary from the drawer and used them to say 3 Rosaries on each, she was locked and loaded. Maria Gonzales fell asleep still clutching a Rosary an employer had brought from Lourdes in France, such a long way away from her village outside Lima. The rest of the Rosaries fell all over the floor as Maria Gonzales slept.

As dawn broke Maria Gonzales awoke with a Hail Mary on her lips, the Rosaries were no longer on the floor but neatly stacked in their presentation cases on the other side of the room beneath a picture of Our Lady. Maria said “thank you” and in her mind she could hear a soft gentle voice answer “De nada” Maria knew she’d be needing her Rosaries again soon, and all of them too, they were ready and waiting, a Big Prayer was coming. She did not know what or how or who but Maria Gonzales knew a Big Prayer would be needed.

Back in Old Forge and Singing Anvil they breathed a sigh of relief, Big Sid was still alive. But now events had moved fast, Fr.Dan had landed from China, the Chinese billionaire and the British aristocrat had joined forces, the international drugs dealers convention had this year decided to meet in Birmingham England, and they were going to get the shock of their lives.

Mrs Murphy did not know all the details, but she had handed out some Our Lady of Lourdes medals while Fr. Dan’s new best friend the reformed Chinese Billionaire’s Playboy Son had hand out the Shanghai Soother, which looked like a body warmer was in fact body armour. The filth from afar were going to get a kicking, and Fr. Dan swore it as he and his new BFF from Shanghai would lead the charge. Though the British aristocrat, had invited a few friends from down Hereford way to help move some furniture, if you know what I mean.

So while this was all being plotted and served cold on a plate, Mrs Murphy reached for her Nuclear weapons again. This time she could not scream and shout over the tv, she had to use a secret way to gain help and assistance. So she picked up the phone and rang the International Daughters of the Rosary headquarters. This being the janitor’s store at the Oratory Hagley Rd Birmingham, where John Henry Newman used to live. Old Mrs Newman, no relation picked up the phone and turned her hearing aid up to 17, Mrs Murphy was whispering. I need a favour, a silent Novena of Protection. Mrs Newman put the mop in the mop bucket, this was big, she could tell.

So the word was put out and would be transmitted. Who are we protecting asked Mrs Newman as she in turn whispered into the phone. Well I don’t know all the names but here are some:-

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John, then Patrick my son, but I’ll be praying for him, then there’s Fr.Dan my favourite priest ever and his new BBF from Shanghai, those are the ones whose names I know, and there’s a whisper that some farmers from Hereford might be coming, but I’m not supposed to know that, and all I know about farmers is wherever there are farmers there always is a big stink.

Mrs Murphy put down the phone and slipped her Rosary out of her pinny pocket, it would be a long night. Where was that space blanket Esther her Jewish zillionaire’s mother had sent her. Maybe she should tell Esther too, she could keep secrets, her son owned spy satellites everywhere. Mrs Newman at the Oratory reached for the high shelf in the janitor’s store, hidden behind an old battered box of Brillo was a phone her son had given her. It was like the Bat phone, but so much more powerful. On this phone, ever phone number of everybody connected to International Daughters of the Rosary. Mrs Newman whispered into the phone. Pray Day, Pray Day, Pray Day Ave Marie, then she listed the names of those in need of protection. With just one push of a button everybody would get the message. The Tsunami was coming, the Tsunami was coming.

What Use am I, I am just an old woman? You can pray, and pray they did. The water of life had ripples on the shore, but now the waves were getting bigger, and bigger, the storm, the Tsunami was brewing. Nothing or nobody would hurt, nos hichos, they were protected. North, South and East and West, even in the space station the call came though. First to a Russian astronaut whose mother had rung reminding him he was closer to Heaven so pray too, then on a secure channel Esther’s son spoke, All Eyes All Prayers Protect our boys.

But What of Maria Gonzales? She did not get any message but she knew anyway, the Rosaries had been lined up ready, but she could only use one at a time. Then, then the cars started to arrive outside her door, rich ladies, very rich ladies, those who had brought her all those Rosaries began to arrive. 27 ladies all looking worried, they did not know why or how but they were drawn to their servants door.

Maria, Maria are you well? They are asked anxiously, I’m fine, but  maybe it’s not me who called you here. Then she showed them the Rosaries all lined up ready. Maria started to hand out the Rosaries, nobody knew what was going on. Then one phone rung. It was the called from the janitor’s room. This is why we are here, the rich lady announced. So they started then and there in a poor woman’s home some of the finest ladies of the city, of Lima began to pray.

spanish-bbuDownload

hello japan you are still there? comedy piece

hello japan you are still there

well my Tinnitus is still horrendous at night

and I've managed to sprain my left thumb

too much nose picking no doubt

so you'll have to wait and see what I come up with

there are Japanese translations scattered over my sites

but Google Translate can sort out most things

I'll just get back into my blue silk kimono

I'm scaring the neighbours sat here naked

in the window as I talk to you

anyway have a browse and finish reading

The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

then tell me what you think in Google English

or you own version

is this you ???

don't hit me or I'll cry

cheerio I may be back later

p.s. your Russian neighbours are reading the Russian translation

  

up early, then back to bed soon 18th august 2020

up early, then back to bed soon

over on Wordpress Panama and Germany

are reading translations of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker

in Spanish and German

loads of  other languages available just go look

https://michaelgcaseyfrombirminghamengland.wordpress.com/


here on my Blogger sites, this one being the MAIN one

others are backup sites

Anyway Romania  are reading big time

am I really that adorable, are all the night shift hotel workers

really that bored that they are looking at my words

Who knows but thank you all so very much

I suppose I'm less threatening than Trump

and even more stupid looking than him

or are fat silver haired  writers in shades from Birmingham ENGLAND

a 10, I'm the Bo Derek of humour writing

Just imagine me running naked on a beach

with the wind blowing my silver hair this way and that

PUKE IN A BUCKET NOT ALL OVER THE SCREEN

whatever is amusing you, thanks for passing by

I did get some advertising so I sent the company involved

a copy of Birmingham is Ballet to read

they'll probably never send me any adverts ever again

I also had a Spike from UK

maybe the Romanians told their relatives here in UK

who is this bloke with a Banana growing through his head?

See previous post for image

Don't forget to tell all your friends too

I'm not on FB or Tiktoc or Twitter

I just live here on Blogger and on Wordpress

so if you want them to suffer send them a link or two

also tell them to position a bucket next to their computer

I know I am so very handsome , but that's just my mother's opinion

So I've got up and let the whoring cat back in

fed her and had my own breakfast and morning meds

My heartbeat was 320 a minute post quadruple heart bypass

So I must take a tablet every day so it doesn't go that fast

or I'd probably die

I heard what you just whispered at the back of class

I still want to reach 3,000,000 words

I'm only half way there now

So I'll carry on living to spite you all

Some day my Princess will come, and ....

well you know the rest if you've been following me

Tell the Spanish guy in UAE he can read my book in Spanish

is he's got nothing better to do

Megan and Harry probably read all my stuff too

but that's just a joke

As they'd be soon sick of me

Ok enough, I'm tired enough to get 4 more hours of broken sleep  in

oh I forget I just scanned the Press

girl with 6 year headache in DM

I've had 7 years of pain myself  mine is a Sine Curve etc

I  NEVER GIVE UP, and once the ride is over I get back to my

Writing, maybe you all suffer far more than me

What, of course you do, you are reading this R U B B I S H

I'm  going slap the back of your legs with a wet Lettuce

the cheek of it all, I'll give you something to make

you fill that bucket......

Are you Lazy and Stupid?

Posted bymichaelgcasey17/08/2020Posted inUncategorizedEditAre you Lazy and Stupid?

Item on the news really shocked me

the Under 35s in USA Generation Whatever

Who are 37% of the Electorate

Should they be renamed Generation S T U P I D

Only 44% of this group bothered to vote in 2018

which was supposed to be "high"

Come on, if you want to bitch then at least get off the couch

Post your ballet, or go out and V O T E

44% that’s R U B B I S H

It should be 88%, take the day off and V O T E

Or do you want to remain in a Trumpian Fantasy World

Where he take NO RESPONSIBILITY

and touts Voodoo magic