Thursday, 22 December 2022

Its OVER, teacher Xi makes Dunce Putin, write it down, ITS over, Trust me my family is 1/2 Shanghai, ITS all over soon, Putin bad for Business

China's Xi Jinping 'demanded a written explanation from Putin on how and when he planned to end the war in Ukraine', says Telegram which claims to have links to Vladimir's bodyguards

Chinese premier Xi Jinping has demanded a letter from Vladimir Putin detailing how and when he will end the war with Ukraine, it has been claimed.

The Russian despot was allegedly asked the exact dates he intends to end the bloody conflict by his Chinese counterpart, who threatened to halt communications unless he received a response.

Telegram channel General SVR, which has alleged links to the Kremlin and Putin's bodyguards, said Dmitry Medvedev was dispatched yesterday to Beijing 'as a postman' to deliver his leader's response to Xi.

The unverified channel is reportedly authored by an exiled Kremlin lieutenant-general, known by the alias Viktor Mikhailovich, and it has made a series of anti-Putin claims throughout the war. 

Deputy chairman of Russia's Security Council Dmitry Medvedev shakes hands with Xi Jinping in Beijing yesterday

Deputy chairman of Russia's Security Council Dmitry Medvedev shakes hands with Xi Jinping in Beijing yesterday

Medvedev, deputy chairman of the Russian security council, has been seldom deployed by Putin in recent years and lately has been portrayed as a 'court clown' in the Kremlin for his extreme anti-Western social media posts.

The claims about the letter indicate that Putin is facing strong pressure from China to end a war that is causing grave ructions in the world economy.

General SVR said Xi had 'demanded from Putin a detailed plan with dates, where the Russian president was to write how and when he was going to end the war'.

It further claimed that 'only if there were such written explanations or, if you like, promises, the Chinese leader was ready to agree to telephone conversations with Putin and discuss the possibility of a visit to Russia next year'.

It continued: 'How much the letter of the Russian president convinced Xi Jinping will be clear from whether the leaders of the two countries will have telephone conversations in the near future or not.'

The Russian despot was allegedly asked for the exact dates he intends to end the bloody conflict by his Chinese counterpart

The Russian despot was allegedly asked for the exact dates he intends to end the bloody conflict by his Chinese counterpart

Ukrainian soldiers ride in a Humvee in Bakhmut, Donetsk region, yesterday

Ukrainian soldiers ride in a Humvee in Bakhmut, Donetsk region, yesterday

Medvedev, deputy head of the Russian security council, has been seldom deployed by Putin in recent years and lately has been portrayed as a 'court clown' in the Kremlin (pictured second from right in Beijing yesterday)

Medvedev, deputy head of the Russian security council, has been seldom deployed by Putin in recent years and lately has been portrayed as a 'court clown' in the Kremlin (pictured second from right in Beijing yesterday)

Official Chinese accounts of the meeting stressed that Medvedev had handed Xi a letter that 'conveyed his friendly greetings and good wishes' to the Chinese leader.

On Ukraine, Xi emphasised that his country 'has always decided its own position and policy based on the merits of the matter itself', said China Daily.

Yet there was a clear message stressing the need for peace in Beijing accounts of the unexpected Xi-Medvedev meeting.

China 'takes an objective and fair position on the issue - and has made active efforts to facilitate peace talks', said the official newspaper.

It also reported that Xi 'expressed his hope that the parties concerned will show rationality and restraint, start a comprehensive dialogue and address each other's security concerns through political means'.

Medvedev claimed that the war happened due to complex factors which he did not explain.

Separately, Putin was humiliated further when his two senior security henchmen - Nikolai Patrushev and Alexander Bortnikov, both 71, and long time retainers - were seen dozing off during his key speech on defence policy in Moscow.

Putin's retainers seen dozing off during his Kremlin speech
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Putin was humiliated further when his two senior security henchmen - Nikolai Patrushev and Alexander Bortnikov, both 71, and long time retainers - were seen dozing off during his key speech

Putin was humiliated further when his two senior security henchmen - Nikolai Patrushev and Alexander Bortnikov, both 71, and long time retainers - were seen dozing off during his key speech

Pictures and footage showed the senior apparatchiks underwhelmed by the lecture in which Putin vowed there would be no limits on military spending and pledged to expand his army to 1.5million and raise the age of forced conscription from 27 to 30 to meet cover for his failure to seize Ukraine by force.

Patrushev is an ex-FSB counterintelligence service boss and is now secretary of the Russian security council. He is widely seen as the sinister architect of the war in Ukraine.

He is supposedly angling for his son Dmitry Patrushev, 45, the Russian agriculture minister, to take over from Putin if he quits through ill health.

Bortnikov is current head of the feared FSB.

Telegram channel General SVR reported: 'There is no point in discussing the expanded meeting of the Collegium of the Ministry of Defence of the Russian Federation, which Putin chaired….

'FSB director Alexander Bortnikov and Security Council secretary Nikolai Patrushev, peacefully dozing during the leader's speech, are vivid confirmation of the futility of the event.'

It wasn't just this pair struggling to stay awake as Putin spoke.

Several among the uniformed army top brass behind them also appeared to find it hard to concentrate on the Russian dictator's words.

Romanian Translations for the Amazon delivery lady yes in Romanian., Jingle your boots

Joe did you plan it, you and Prez Z meeting

And by the way what is family crest, look down

ST. FRANCESCA SAVERIO CABRINI, VIRGIN, FOUNDRESS OF THE MISSIONARIES OF THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS

22 December

St. Francesca Saverio Cabrini

Born Maria Francesca Cabrini in Sant’Angelo Lodigiano, Lombardy, Italy, on 15 July 1850, she was soon left an orphan. She wanted to enter a convent, but was refused because of her poor health. So she dedicated herself to running an orphanage instead. Soon she graduated as a teacher and, together with some companions, formed the first nucleus of the Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart, under the protection of Saint Francis Xavier. When she eventually pronounced her religious vows, she also took his name.

Her Missionary Vocation

She understood that the modern world would be marked by huge migratory flows and by men, women, and children fleeing their homes to find peace and a better future. This is one of the characteristics of St. Frances Xavier Cabrini that emerges from the reflections of Pope Francis. In a Letter to the Missionaries of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Pope underlines how Saint Frances “welcomed a special missionary vocation from God: to train and send out consecrated women to the whole world, with a limitless missionary horizon, not simply as auxiliaries of religious institutes or male missionaries, but with their own charism of feminine consecration, in full and total availability for collaboration with both local Churches and the various congregations that were dedicated to the proclamation of the Gospel ad gentes”.

Missionary work and Canonization

It was that missionary charism that brought her to the United States to assist Italian migrants who were seeking their fortune there. In the first of her many ocean crossings, she shared the discomfort, problems, and uncertainties of those who left everything in order to search for a better future elsewhere. Meanwhile, her charitable works continued to include caring for orphans and the sick. She set up homes and hospices in Italy, France, Spain, Great Britain, and all over the United States, Central America, Argentina, and Brazil. Proclaimed a saint by Pope Pius XII on the 7 July 1946, she was proclaimed “Celestial Patroness of all Emigrants” in 1950.

St Frances Xavier Cabrini died on 22 December 1917 in the hospital for migrants she herself had built in Chicago. Her mortal remains were later moved to Mother Cabrini High School in New York.

looks like Ukraine to me

Wednesday, 21 December 2022

The Only PROOF

The Only Proof

this is the only proof, the rest is belief

so believe and never let anybody put you down

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Let there be Light

Thursday, 31 December 2020

Let There be Light

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

I wrote Let there be Light while I was at Pinsent Masons

I believe only Ang is still there from my time

the Print Room Queen

I’m still waiting for a Door or Window as Ang once said

to Open, then I’ll surprise you all

Hanukkah is here, so God Bless the Prez with a Z

Tuesday, 20 December 2022

Pence not worth one dollar

Pence not worth one Dollar

+I’m trying to flog a book

so i wont tell the truth

i want to be president in future

another half wit

gop is corrupt Trump did that

dysfunctional country

i would say much more but for my headache

Trump so corrupt but now maybe finally he’ll be on trail

or are we waiting for him to shoot somebody on 5th avenue

but we’ll still buy his tokens

because we cannot think for ourselves

read several papers and watch tv

or even try the BBC

at least you are not dying in Ukraine

as Ukraine spill their blood

while you watch football on tv

For God Sake Grow Up USA

and stop being Insane

Money is not everything

GOP everybody has a right

not 70 somethings White Men

who go to church on Sunday

see their whores on Monday

whether the whore be money or a women

or maybe its a man

just vote for me

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I've updated this 18th March 2022 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 ... use Google UK to find me, otherwise Posh

Sunday, 18 December 2022

Michael and the Chink in the Wall

Michael and the Chink in the Wall, my answer to a Christmas Carol

Michael and the Chink in the Wall ©

By Michael Casey

 

Michael was all alone in the house, he was abandoned, left all alone with just the mice for company. He was the kitchen boy in the Master’s house, he’d fetch and carry and be allowed to sleep in a corner, just like a dog, but a dog would at least have a basket. He was actually the Master’s son, but when the pantry maid had died in labour, Michael was kept in the kitchen, the Master agreeing not to send him to the Workhouse, a promise he kept as the maid died before him.

Being the eldest, Michael should have inherited the house and the fortune, but he had been born on the wrong side of the blanket. The non bastard children were in fact very ugly, but the Master had married for a fortune, and not for love. Meanwhile Michael slowly rotted in the kitchen, while snotty noses enjoyed their Victorian life.

Michael would sit and dream on the cold flagstones, just shadows on the wall for company. Sometimes one of Charles Dickens’  stories would appear wrapped up with carrots or turnips. Michael loved Charles Dickens his stories were so good, what with the cliff-hangers, one day Charles Dickens would be famous. The cook just laughed, but she enjoyed listening to Michael reading out the stories while peeled the spuds. That was the only reason she had taught Michael to read, so she could entertain her, she had in fact invented Radio, minus the radio that is, Listen with Mother if you like.  

Every night the staff went to the attic to sleep while Michael shivered in a corner, it was a slow death of the spirit apart from Charles Dickens. Michael had to try and fall asleep before the kitchen fire went out, or he would not sleep at all, the cold being so bone chillingly cold.

There was a chink in the wall from the house next door and this was Michael’s tv, without the tv that is. For in the next house everybody was always happy and gay, the servants laughed and even danced. They had a good Master, their fire was always on, the Master liked a warm house, he had made his fortune in India so he liked a warm house.

If Michael squeezed himself against the chink in the wall he could hear the singing and smell the cooking, he could pretend he was with them in the warmth of company and of real warm. There was  actually a bit of heat coming from that chink in the wall, Michael loved that house and that kitchen, it was so full of life and joy.

At night Michael fell asleep mumbling the songs that he’d heard from the next door household. In the middle of the night he’d regularly awake, his toes numb with cold, his bum freezing too. So he’d get up and stamp around. Only shadows for company, the one candle in a jar his only illumination. Michael would hold the jar and press it against his body for warmth.

Even the shadows on the wall had pity on him, they would dance about and form faces of people dancing and talking, trying to amuse and console Michael. The very stones cried for him, shadows of tears fell. Michael loved their company in his daily Dark Night of the Soul, a shadow is great company if you have no friends, if you have to decide whether to burn Charles Dickens for warmth or save him so he can warm your soul. Such a choice, warmth of the spirit or warmth of the body.

The same shadows came night after night, they were in fact peopled by stories from Charles Dickens, if your body is so cold, then all that is left is the spark of soul. Or distant smells and laughter coming through the chink in the wall. So your imagination sees things in the dark, you see what you want to see in the cold and dark. You see Hope. You see Love. You see Laughter. You see dancing shadows.

The cook gave Michael a sweet, it was covered in muck and feathers, she’d found it in the street when she’d been to the butchers, a few weeks previously. She had only just remembered it. It was a present for being such a good boy. It was also a goodbye, Michael would be 9 next week so the Master had decided to let Michael find his own way in the world. Michael would have to leave.

The Master was going to buy a puppy for his legitimate children, Alpha the dog would need a space in the kitchen, Michael would have to leave to make room for Alpha the dog. A dog is a man’s, a Master’s best friend after all. The promise to the pantry maid had been kept, 9 years Michael had squatted, now he was man enough to find his own way in the world.

The Master ordered that Michael be locked in overnight and then in the morning when Alpha arrived Michael would be shown the door. Michael stuffed all the Charles Dickens in his pockets, he’s freeze one last night, but Charles Dickens would be part of his new life whatever and wherever that may be.

The walls wept, if only Michael could squeeze through the crack in the wall, if only he could sing and dance with the neighbours, they were having a Christmas Eve celebration. Michael fell asleep dreaming that very same dream. He was dancing and drinking punch, the maids all gave him a dance and a peck on the cheek. They all loved him, he was not the bastard son, unwanted and thrown out to make room for a  dog.

Michael danced and laughed all night long, he was so happy, a much loved member of the family. He was smiling in his sleep, clutching Charles Dickens in his hands. That was how they found him in the morning, curled up like a dog, but with a smile on his face, and Charles Dickens’ new story in his hand A Christmas Carol. Michael had died happy in his sleep. But how he got next door through a locked door nobody would ever know, not even the stones would tell. Sometimes all the love you need is a chink in the wall.




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