The British Virgins are at it again

The British Virgins are at it again

and Hong Kong is looking too

Hello to you all wherever you are

Outside in the street a Black guy with gold teeth and hair in a bun

was shoveling building stuff into a wheelbarrow for his white mate 

with glasses and beard, and a big smile

I stepped outside a I am nosey

And I spotted immediately the Black Guy was once a chef

How did you know that he asked incredulously ?

Yes, he was a chef in the past.

I was right

Michael Casey writer that's how

No need for AI and cameras

Just use your eyes

His motions gave him away, plus hair in a bun

I had a parcel guy too and I knew he played rugby

Because he held the parcel like a rugby ball

I used to play rugby and I meet chefs at CPNEC Birmingham

So if I can do it, then all of you can do it too

AND yes I am, fat and silver haired and wear shades and from Birmingham

Writing is about using your eyes, but maybe most of all your EARS

I write for RADIO, if you get your lover to read to you then

Its so much better than reading it for yourself

20 years of constant BBC Radio 4 before I started writing seriously

in 1987 I started but by 29288 I had qualified in my own eyes

Because The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker was finished

The typed version

so thats 50 plus years making love with words

But a woman is better, which reminds me of a story I wrote

So I'll try and dig it out later

And Abba sing Give me a Man after Midnight

Heckled by my own music collection

So Virgins on British Islands

Hope you like it whoever you are you could email

And say hello

Now I'll get I'm dying of stage 4 Cancer and all that

Frauds from afar

Though from my bio you might think my ailments

are a lie, so here's a slap from a wet lettuce 

on the backs of your bare legs

Larry Grayson and all that

Pain is real, otherwise I'd sit and write more story stories

instead of these Trump like Ramblings

When are the average Joes going to wake up

Insanity upon Insanity in USA

Enough of that

I'm messaging my 2 student daughters as I talk to you

When I writing writing, I have to stay in the zone

and can only write and must stay on the boil

Or I'd lose my thread, from one ear to another through my head

See I can be in several places at once

Here in Birmingham talking to you all over the world, LITERALLY

Plus one daughter's school, and another daughter's University

Meanwhile the cat opens the drawers under the beds

Sneaks inside and is sleeping  like a cat

As I put these few ramblings down

Meanwhile if I ever ask for a strange photo

Proof of Reality, Proof you have a sense of Humour

Do exactly as requested

A bit like when you were arrested for being drunk in Korea

Otherwise 

I will STOP DEAD

this is where my values come from Cromane Lower Killorglin County Kerry Ireland

WE are only impressed by Charity

21st Oct 2021. or 211021 backwards forwards day

 How had your day been

Mine kind of started at 5am when I woke again

The smell of pooh was nearby

Totoro our cat had sneaked upstairs to pooh in the bath

She is self taught  house trained

She seen us all use the bathroom

So she copies us

So I had to clean the bath and then wipe her bum

After she ran downstairs

Then I had a drink and went back to bed

My head fizzing with Tinnitus

Every time I awake, every 2 hours or so, it's force 10 from Navoro

Finally I wake up and it takes 2 hours for the noise to calm down

But I think my hearing in my right ear is back again

After a couple of weeks astray

Though I still hear the howling

I can hear it now its nearly 10 pm

and my small daughter is still studying

I did get rubbish in Russian from Africa

the usual thief, I'm. so holy, but I'm also a fraud

GIVE ME STRENGTH

Or was it TRUMP telling the TRUTH

He could not be honest if you paid him

It's all a scam for money, to pay off all his debt

Why are GOP so corrupt as to follow him

Where is Integrity?

Biden is far from Perfect, and Dems will lose everything

Get half a cake now, and come back later

If your eyes are bigger than your belly

What do you get, TRUMP insanity again

Do it to Julia you will all be saying, 1984 and all that

As for me PAIN and more PAIN

If  my dream is ever to happen it better hurry up

And yes I do scream in pain in the night

Because of all my scars and chest hernia through bypass scar

I cannot sleep how I like, I'm just like the elephant man

Finding a position, and you can imagine the rest

Though at 248 pounds maybe you never want to disturb

me, for fear I sit on you

And I do have very quick hands and a very tight grip

Decades putting magtapes on, and carrying heavy stuff

I hope you all continue to read my stuff

And maybe a new door will open in the East

But that'll be like a Kdrama

My Name  the Korean Kdrama is very good, and very violent

I'd be afraid to marry a girl like her, too good with a knife

The Music and style was fantastic, so if you don't mind blood

Watch it.

If my daughters had her martial arts skills I'd be a very happy dad too

Other than that, I'm still full of snot

Waiting for my 3rd jab, a booster

You have to wait 6 months before they give it and online system blocks you

Though in the news reduce to 5 months then UK might save Christmas or so they say

And Santa Claus was the company behind My Name

so goodnight from me a Fat Santa

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21 v 17

 21 v 7  

there's a puzzle for the maths crew

mc=4c is another one

Loads of Wordpress readers yesterday and today

Have you got nothing better to do?

Thank you

I'm getting "better" sleep

but the crescendo every time I awake is still there

Then finally when I've had enough sleep

It takes an hour and more for the noise to calm down

Enough for me to function fully

No I'm not making this up either

You may get an email in the night as I fight to get to sleep in the first place

Not unless its God trying to get my attention

Well he has,  the pendulum swings, so much in the dark of the night

Anyway I haven't forgotten my Sales Cleaner story, it's in my head

Maybe if I get that typist or some fancy software that works

as fast as I speak, then you'd suffer loads more stories

Still getting rubbish in multiple languages 

That I delete

Though I did get an interesting email from China in English today

So I sent something to read and think about

Thats it for now, food and Kdrama needed

 21 v 7  

there's a puzzle for the maths crew

mc=4c is another one

Loads of Wordpress readers yesterday and today

Have you got nothing better to do?

Thank you

I'm getting "better" sleep

but the crescendo every time I awake is still there

Then finally when I've had enough sleep

It takes an hour and more for the noise to calm down

Enough for me to function fully

No I'm not making this up either

You may get an email in the night as I fight ro get to sleep in the first place

Not unless its God trying to get my attention

Well he has,  the pendulum swings, so much in the dark of the night

Anyway I haven't forgotten my Sales Cleaner story, its in my head

Maybe if I get that typist or some fancy software that works

as fast as I speak, then you'd suffer loads more stories

Still getting rubbish in multiple languages 

That I delete

Though I did get an interesting email from China in English today

So I sent something to read and think about

they may be crying right now, crying with laughter

21v 17 are the countries yesterday v today over on my Wordpress

with even more on my bloggers

mc= 4c means michael casey equals 4 chinese

as I used to weigh as much as the wife, the mother in law and 2 daughters all together

now maybe its mc=3c

as they have all grown

did the clever people work that one out?

my blogger hung so excuse the mess

Snowflaks Sing, We don't need No Education, I'm bringing this one back to you

Tuesday, 26 December 2017

Snowflakes Sing, We'd don't need No Education

Snowflakes Sing, We don’t Need No Education ©

By

Michael Casey

Why do you have Education? A starter for 10 for all challenged Universities. We have education to Empower people’s minds so they know More and can do More, for themselves and for Society at large. Now I want all the clever clogs out there to write a 1000 word essay on the subject using my Premise as a starting point. You can agree or intellectually shed my Premise, which sounds a bit kinky to me, but I am just a humble writer. I am not a University student, I’m be barred no doubt for being fat silver haired and wearing shades, or have 14 books to my name on Amazon.

So why do you go to University? To lose your virginity in different city far away from the preying eyes of your mum and your family? To come out as Gay far away from the preying eyes of your mum and family? To change your religion far away from the preying eyes of your family? To give up pretending to follow your religion? Just to believe in Yourself and nobody else, real or imaginary? To find out the real meaning of STD? Your teachers at grammar school said, Stop, Think,Do or STD for short. It was only once at University that the College nurse told you that you had a STD, Sexually Transmitted Disease.

At University you discover the grass is greener, the opportunities are more and greener that your little village in Wales. The grass, the Skunk certainly was greener, or rather stronger and gave you massive headaches. One brand of Skunk a right hemisphere head ache, and another brand a left hemisphere head ache. But at least at University you got plenty of exercise dancing all night thanks to the plentiful supply of E, and other legal highs you can buy online, or down the pub.

Now should any Snowflakes have read this so far they may be shocked, or saying their University was DULL, and wish they had the SO, or Substance Opportunities specified in this piece so far. An it is now that I come to the purpose of this piece.What I want to talk about is the PEACE snowflakes DEMAND at University. Call me a fat silver haired writer in shades, from Bloody Birmingham if you like, but don’t you go to university to DISTURBE the PEACE in your mind and intellect and LET IT GROW,let it blossom, let it grow, as Eric Clapton used to sing when he put the drugs down after rehab all those years ago.

I’m black, don’t use the word white. I’m tall don’t use the word short.I’m a drunk in the gutter, just call my alcoholically challenged. I am looking at the stars, just call me Oscar Wilde. I’m a thief, call me a liberator of consumer societies’ greed. My essay is late,it’s the tutor’s fault. I failed my exams, it’s somebody else’s fault,I may sue the University for my lack of future prospects and earnings potential.

And on it goes, boring the pants off the rest of society. Going to University is not a right. Now 7 times as many go to Uni as it’s called than used to, and still people bitch about the fees. If I had one child I could spoil it, but 7? So Snowflakes cannot do basic Maths. If the demand is 7 times greater how do you pay for it. It is a balance, just as I’m sat here in a big warm coat so I can save putting the heat on till the kids come home. When they come home the heat goes on and my winter coat comes off. So Dear Snowflakes how should Universities be paid for? You can write another 1000 word essay on how to pay for it. And don’t bore me with the old chestnuts, I want real answers.

As Snowflakes read this they hate me, but they should start by hating themselves. They are like the fools blocking Fire Escapes, saying its their right to hang out anywhere they like. Or the murderers who lock fire doors just in case thieves try to break in. And yes 20 years ago I worked somewhere where my life was less important than potential thief, so the fire door was locked and shuttered.

But to my point, a Snowflake is a self appointed Judge Jury and Executioner. Only their Narrow point of view matters. All dissent is shouted down and demonstrated down. You CANNOT is their byword. Old Obama used to say YES we CAN,but Snowflakes say the very opposite. The Snowflake code is as insidious and evil as it is wrong.

At University, yes get drunk, lose your virginity, and abandon Faith if you want. Its up to you, you can do whatever you want to do its up to you, is a line form an old John Denver song. University is a place where your mind meets the universe, and no I’m not talking about LSD, or even Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, which was a line from an old Beatles song.

University is where you are challenged to THINK for yourself, not to be brainwashed by Snowflakes. At University you have a banquet, a buffet of bewildering ideas. You suck and taste all of them, or none of them. You can see if what your Mamma taught you, is right and good. If you don’t like something you can say NO, just say NO as somebody else said. You don’t go to University to put blinkers on, to put a space suit or a deep sea diving suit on. You don’t go to University to follow a strict maze. University is being naked, totally naked in a sea of learning. University is being naked in a snowstorm, then lying down  and making snow angels.

Snowflakes, real snowflakes are for having fun with, for making snowballs with and having fun, laughter and fun and then hot drinks in a warm bath, or in front of the fire in the University bar. If you allow Snowflakes, the pretend ones to dictate what you can and cannot do or see or hear then you are not in a place of learning but in a concentration camp of the mind. Even Prisoners waiting for execution have their free imagination, they can fly to high heaven before they die. But if Snowflakes are allowed to get their way all students everywhere are not free men, they are just a number.  

KPOP saves the World, again

 Dear Kim, stop wasting your life and resources, here's a Story just for you

plus a few books of mine to read, that may give you Peace of Mind

Nobody wants to attack you, you should just Give Peace a Chance

now read on....

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KPOP saves the world

Posted bymichaelgcasey21/06/2020Posted inUncategorizedEditKPOP saves the world

K POP saves the World ©

By

Michael Casey

As I flagged yesterday I’ll write something about Pop Stars today, I’ve even changed my usual Font. I did think of one thing and then another, then I had a splat idea. Its the Jackson Pollock school of writing after all, as we lie in our beds the Angel of Death approaches, and the Dove of Peace is just a tiny tiny mustard seed in comparison. I am talking of the looming nuclear war in North Korea.

Read these two links before I resume, with a fresh coffee in my hand.

http://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/world/north-korea-threatens-to-sink-japan-reduce-us-to-ashes-and-darkness/ar-AArUtCD?li=BBoPWjQ&ocid=mailsignout

The 1st is a worrying news item,  the 2nd is K Pop.

I’m listening to REM as they sing “Everybody Hurts” I’ve chosen their Automatic for the People album as the backdrop while I talk to you all. Sorry Justin and your Beavers I’m not going to mock you, you do a good enough job on your own. And Snoop you walk your own dog, Eminem go back to school, but Justin dear Justin, I taught you everything you know, now its time to use your 20/20 Vision.

Instead I want to talk about Music, if it be the food of love play on. I wish I could lip sinc the entire film Moulin Rouge as I love it so much. My favorite scene is where the black guy punches the count and save Nicole Kidman. But I digress as ever, but I have such great legs so I should be in a dress. So today’s idea is K Pop for Peace.

23 million people in North Korea are being led by somebody who could be a fat rapper, who has spent everybody’s 50cents on Nuclear Bling, who could poison his own country’s water supply when the mountain where the testing is done collapses around him. In the South everybody has everything, they even have FOOD. So what are we to do to avoid the 1st Strike from USA, or a very close 2nd strike if the Panzi, which is a Chinese word for Fat or Pig, tries to get in first. The Logic Of Madness, this is actually a simple concept if you put yourself in the shoes of the madman. This is where the madman kills everything he loves, such as his own family, and then everybody just cannot understand why. Sadly we see such cases in the newspaper from time to time.

The Dear Leader loves nobody, he is corrupt and just loves his own position. So why will he listen to say a fat guy with silver hair in shades from Birmingham? He has not looked in the mirror and changed, he has not had a road to Damascus experience, he has no Soul. He hacked our NHS, it was only saved by a young guy who is now in Jail in USA for something, its due in court soon. A comedy about North Korea, not very funny in the artistic sense resulted in Sony being hacked. People forget Koreans are very clever, even if just in the Military sense in the North.

So what are we to do?

Pack up all your troubles in your all kit bag and sing, yes sing. All you Rappers and hard men out there, why not sing for Peace. I dare you to have a Dream, like King and yes like Abba. Pop stars always say in answer to what is their one dream, world peace, that was until one DJ punched the pop star, be realistic the interviewer shouted.

So Snoop follow your dog’s lead, 50 Cents lend us a penny, no not for a pee, just show us your sparkle, and all the rest of you out there in Hard Man Wrapper Land. Your time has come. Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. And the answer is sing Take me Home Country Roads and all the John Denver hits. Yes, all you hard rappers out there, Sing Country. And may Buddy Rich rock and roll in his grave. As for all you gyrating girl singers there is room for you too, as I sit here talking to you Love Hurts plays again, so you Ladies can sing that and shake as only you can shake, while I finish my Lemonade.

Then here’s the clever bit track back from Sony to North Korea and let them hear the music. Let them have a Soul, let them dance. All of North Korea’s public address system is taken over by music. First the rappers singing country, they will be the storm troopers of love. Then Let the music sing let the music take over. Surround North Korea with K POP the only language they understand. From South Korea, from Japan and from China too, not forgetting a few Russians.

Constant K pop, the music of fun and laughter and very pretty girls, not forgetting Gangham Style. Broadcast at them on every radio frequency, on every IP address, take over the North Korean nuclear program with K Pop Music, and not forgetting Abba. The Dear Leader presses a button and all he gets is every tv and computer coming to life with K Pop, and then the population have something to really cry about.

Cry with happiness because K-Pop has saved them from the starvation of the spirit. This should be a cue for a Rapper to sing something good, but are any of you good enough? I’ll have a sip of lemonade while you reach for your dictionary. But I’m sure King would know what to say. Or do we just ask the King, Elvis to say a word now. Yes maybe Mr Gangham Style himself should start singing in the Ghetto. North Korea needs to leave  the Ghetto and enter the sunshine. Sing Rappers sing, Take me Home Country Roads, in Korean.

****** I wrote this on 14th September 2017

I woke up early this morning so I thought I’d repost it. Donald where’s your trousers?

this was published in KOREA 3 years ago in a small English language “newspaper”

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Monday, 16 April 2018

Music is God's Mood Music

Monday, 16 April 2018

Music is God's Mood Music

Music is God’s Mood Music ©

By

Michael Casey

I was wondering what to write today, I had a 2^nd pain night in a row and this morning I had to go and have a fasting blood test. So my belly wasn’t happy, so I got the early bus to the doctors. Then as the sun was shining I thought I’d walk back, and do a bit of shopping on the way home before breaking my fast at breakfast. This is normal the world over, but for me my body says, GOTCHA, when I get home and then my shoulder decides to get in on the act. But at least my scan for my shoulder pain, arthritis hurts the most in that location, arrived from the hospital. I bore you with this information but its the price you pay for the stories.

Now to today, I’ve been trying Spotify out with Mood Music, my small daughter said I should follow her so I’ve picked up on a few of her tracks. I’ve been listening to Voilin stuff and its good, but now after an hour it begins to feel like a funeral so pardon me a moment while I switch back to Abba’s The Visitors. You can put Abba on while you read the rest of this and so you can feel what was in the air as I talk to you, but not too loud as I don’t want to shout over bell-bottomed trousered boys and girls.

Mood really is influenced by Music. I must dance to the kitchen for a bun, so you dance to Abba’s The Visitors on Spotify, while I try not to trip over Totoro our as I reach for the bread bin. Well the French croissants were very good, I also had a cup of tea too, you lot looked so happy Head over Heels with Abba so I left you too it. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi are Dad Dancing in the corner, they are a bit tired they were babysitting all night. Babysitting a Still, they are making Poteen in Warley Woods up the road. But stranger things have happened there, as Patrick and June can blush about. Or in the War American troops hid there, a local road was made bigger so tanks could come through.

Where was I, yes, drinking my tea, the phone rang too, it was the Witch with some news, it put me off my stride. See The Dark Night has Come Down on Us sings Gerry Rafferty, I had to change the music, I needed to change my mood, the arthritis is coming out to play right now. So let me continue with a different backing music. Yes if the music is too vibrant I may just do dad dancing with Lech, Boris and Gregorgi so I have to watch what I listen too. JM Jarre is very good for mood music in a story I have in my head, the chase and rescue sequence at the end of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker if ever I can sell it to a film person. However when I’m talking to you all, I prefer company while I write these talks, this goes back to 1974 when I was all alone in the homework room and Music was my company.

So as we all know Music does effect us, and we all have a favourite song, mine is Windmills of Your Mind from the Thomas Crown Affair, the one with Steve McQueen, no doubt you are not surprised, as I am forever tilting at windmills. I was in fact called Sancho Panza, the fat servant of Don Quixote by our priest, as I followed my tall brother around everywhere. The priest is now Bishop Brain, and I am still fat, but I do speak a bit of Spanish, and I am now a writer. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi are laughing now, I don’t know if its because of what I said, or maybe they just love Cervantes.

Music does augment our moods, just as a little wine relaxes us, or chocolate if you are a girl, girls prefer Cadburys to men, so if you are on a first date always bring chocolate, this is the key to Romance. Barry White is big, of course he is but his music does things that only Barry White can do. Now you can pick your own music, some of you may be Bee Gees fans, whatever gets you and your Lady in the mood. Some people prefer heavy metal, some love the drum beat, a friend of my daughter’s is in fact a drummer. So music leads to love.

Other music is favoured for studying, calming mood music perhaps, ambient music, music without words. So you are not lonely as I was back in 1974, as you do your last year before exams. As you pace the study room, our old middle room, and pluck your eyebrows as you learn French vocabulary. Music is a rhythm it’s like our mum’s heartbeat that we hear in the dark of the womb, it reassures, it give us confidence. We are not all alone in the dark.  

God was lonely that’s why he created us, he’ll tell you this in due course. So after he created us he was amused that we created Music, by beating the arm bone on the skull of dinner. While somebody watched, who later became a writer, but first a cave painter. And on it goes we create more music because it gives us a Buzz and makes us feel High, and closer to God, or maybe that was just the Far Out Hippies in the 60s. Music does heighten our senses, and if the Black Watch are approaching with the Piper playing it does put the Fear of God into the enemy.

So how does God feel about all this, he just wishes we’d just talk, Music is great, He has the greatest hifi in the universe after all, and he has Angels singing. All kinds of everything fill Heaven, Shona Choirs are a particular favourite of his, as is Mozart, Sinatra is there too. You could not possibly imagine the range of Music that is in High Heaven. And yes they are high because everybody is there, free of want and pain. They have taken the elevator to heaven, without the boring elevator music. Imagine all your best bands and styles of music, but maybe not Harry Styles, yet.

And what music does God prefer the most? It’s very simple really, its like a stream of life, it’s like fresh water itself. God loves the sound of laughter, that’s the most beautiful music in eternity.