I deleted a few things so my total has dropped. 4979

 I deleted a few things so my total has dropped

4979 is the revised total

21 and then 5000

years and years of boring you all

as some of you steal all the ideas

but you should by now be an excellent teacher

IF you are using my rubbish

Tinnitus is trying to kill me

I got up at 7am after hours of noise torture

fed Totoro and let her out, had breakfast 

said a few Rosaries and went back to bed

no I'm far from holy, it's one method to keep me sane

relatively 

and if you tell anybody I pray, I'll punch you

don't want to be called a Holy Joe, ever

Music on constantly too

and had to slap on pain killer for my left shoulder

i have 4 lotions and potions ready, as well as bucket loads of paracetamol

and it's never enough

but at least I'm. avoiding Dialysis

YES I'm such a catch

NOW

I did decide to write Childen's books next

How and when they appear, we'll find out together

BUT

they will be surreal

the roar of a furnace is in my head, this is Tinnitus my daily bread

Eric Clapton 461 Ocean Boulevard is playing

I can remember it coming out in 1974 was it

then in 2002 or there abouts  I met him at CPNEC Birmingham

I may give a speech for Trump's GOP

250,000 USD Melania was supposed to have got for one

I'll give 2 for the same price, 20 mins work is it

GOP Maga is a Cash Cow, when the Maga people finally wake up

they'll be a blizzard of law suits

I only have one suit, my Birthday Suit, covered in quadruple heart bypass scars

i'll stop now, have to lecture my cat, no charge

just tried Linkedin and was unimpressed

just tried Linkedin and was unimpressed

swamped by adverts 

if you find me

i sent a message to somebody who had the same name

as an welcome message person

they'll probably delete it

that's all 

tinnitus screaming

and arthritis gathering pace

so i'm going to hide in bed

Autumn has arrived

Fall in temperature is big

Need central heating on all the time now

hope I win the lottery to pay the winter fuel bill

feeling woof 

DEAR STUPID PUTIN PUPPET PEOPLE, RADIATION ON THE WIND WOULD DESTROY ALL OF RUSSIA TOO

Dear stupid People Putins Puppets, 

RADIATION SPREADS ON THE WIND 

SO IT WILL DESTROY ALL RUSSIA TOO, 

GROW UP AND REMOVE PUTIN, 

MORONS

Pro-Putin TV channel simulates devastating nuclear strike on London in video showing city being wiped out in fireball that would 'instantly vaporise' hundreds of thousands

Broadcasting the four minute video with an English commentary appears to be the latest move in a concerted campaign to scare Britain from giving permission to Ukraine to allow Storm Shadow missiles to hit targets inside Russia. Putin's propagandists and entourage have repeatedly warned that he could use nuclear weapons . The video shown on Tsargrad's Telegram channel begins by threatening: 'Imagine for a moment that the unimaginable happens. 'A nuclear weapon explodes over London. In this documentary, we explore the devastating consequences of this catastrophe.

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THE ANSWER IS FROM 1917 AT FATIMA

RUSSIA MUST TURN THE CLOCK BACK BEFORE 1917 REGIME

23rd September Padre Pio Feast Day

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 Padre Pio and Me ©

  By

  Michael Casey

It’s a contradiction in terms immediately, how can I copyright  a Saint. A brand new saint at that. I first heard of him through some Religious reading I did. I feel embarrassed to admit it, but I am a practising Catholic, its not fashionable to have any Faith but its mine so I admit it. Immediately the prejudice begins, but if I WERE A Jew or a Muslim, it would be the same. I do feel that my catholic tastes have given me a broader outlook on life, as has my  eclectic tastes and rubbing shoulders with a wide variety of people. But I want to talk about Padre Pio. I had a crisis and was reading about him at the time, so I said my prayers to him and the way forward was revealed. Though Padre Pio always says go Higher, he is just a stepping stone on the way to a better place.

What is so hard to understand about Padre Pio  is how he suffered. He had the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Condemned by his own superiors, made to be quiet for a decade and so forth. Science Fiction teaches or rather amuses us about Time Travel, but with Padre Pio it really happened, he wanted to share in Christ’s agony so he thought, what if he too could have and suffer the wounds on that day of Crucifiction. So it came to pass that he suffered for 50years. He had the indignity of medical examinations and of being thought just to be a mental patient, but his work and life proved his holiness. So it’s nearly 1990 and I hear about him and read a few books, its hard to understand the value of suffering in this age of quick fix pain killers and the lets have a fix, whatever the fix might be, sex, drugs and rock and roll or whatever. Its like suddenly studying again after years of lying fallow, the learning curve is enormous. So too is it with Padre Pio, the idea behind his life is enormous, but so too is the capacity for love and help.

My favourite story is how Padre Pio explains that The Wedding Feast at Cena happened because Jesus could not refuse his mother. Very Italian, or Irish or Spanish and so on, but could any of us refuse our mothers? So I thought more about what Padre Pio said, and his motto of Pray Hope Don’t Worry became my own. Carpe Diem is another good motto but perhaps this can be used by any Hedonist, or other kind of selfish person.Padre Pio reminds us to pray and that pray is not wasted, its perfume that is never wasted is a phrase I like. My mother always used to say that if you couldn’t sleep you should say the Rosary, and she was right. Though in today’s world an hour on the Internet or with MTV might do the trick. So why the devotion to Padre Pio, I’ll cut to the chase. My mother died suddenly but peacefully in her sleep, my brother tried CPR, but she was gone. Imagine the angusih amongst her 6 children and her husband of nearly 50 years.

All except me, my mother had said no tears when she go,so I never cried, I was the odd one out.I know how prayerful she was, so I had no need of tears. Eight bare weeks later my brother, the same brother heard our dad fall out of bed, so he ran to his bedroom. My brother was facing the exact same situation, he tried CPR, the ambulance was called, an injection was given straight to the heart. On weekends there is a doctor in the ambulance, so Luck, if that’s the word was with us. The next day 4 of my brothers and sisters came around to tell me the news.

When my sister had come around 8 weeks previously I knew somebody was dead but I assumed it was my dad, he’s die first we all thought. So now 8 weeks later it was his turn to die. At the hospital dad was given 1 week to live, I cried like a baby, worse than a baby, but I loved him, so I told he he should go to our mother and not hang on if he didn’t want to. The next day I was in my sister’s house crying, we picked hymns for his funeral.Yet my father survived, 19 patients on a heart ward, 18 died my dad survived. Padre Pio was beseiged by my prayers, I put Padre Pio’s photo under his pillow. Dad lost his mind, he was in Dudley Rd for 3months, 12 weeks, more than half of them all tubed up. His life hanging in the balance. At the same time somewhere in Florida another man was at deaths door, he was a totally stranger to me, I didn’t even know his name, I’d never met him, he was give 24hours to live, a Chinese man from Shanghai was at deaths door. The Chinaman survived.

My dad’s memory was totally wiped, he did not know who I was, I’m your son was greeted with, am I married. I was the favourite son, he did not even know me. But still we prayed, it’s a feeling in your guts, just like when you are nearly killed as you cross the road, its in your guts and in your heart, Jesus save my dad, Jesus save my dad, Padre Pio help !!! This goes around your head like a merry go around or a kaleidascope. Finally dad awoke.

He said that he can remember hearing the doctor say to wheel him down to the end of the ward, because he’d be dead soon. At that moment my dad awoke, and the doctor dropped  his cup of tea in shock. No not an instanteous miracle, but as Dr Singh had said if he were 30years younger he’d have a heart transplant because dad’s heart was rubbish. Now, when I told my brother that dad was reading a newspaper he was shocked. His memory had come back. He knew who we all were.Every day for three months I walked the corridor at Dudley Rd, the longest hospital corridor in Europe, 1 kilometre long.

Finally he left the hospital, my sister had found a good home for him to live in, he was far too weak to live in the family house. For 3 years dad survived, like a Godfather with all his children making constant visits. Finally I met my future wife. It was her uncle who had miraclously survived at the same time as my father. It was her uncle who encouraged us in our love. From Shanghai to Birmingham.These great men, her uncle and my father never met, but I know Padre Pio must have  helped both of them. Further prayer was needed to bring me and my wife permanently together. A Chinese miracle happened.

 Now we are wed, we have a 2year old and please God a healthy second baby in the Autumn. The improbability of our meeting, plus the fact that both men HAD to live for us to be married and have a family, this may be a coincidence to some but I know a miracle when I see one. A miracle is something that makes you feel humble, it makes you know that God has whispered your name. When I look at my wife, I feel humble. Seeing our daughter laugh and play also makes me humble as will our new baby. Then you can look back and know that prayer is like perfume that can never be wasted, your life has led you to where you are now, yes at times sad and terrible, but be humble in the sight of God means something, not just for me, but for all Believers.

I once stood by the fridge and said to Padre Pio, I give up, you take over, all I want is to be married, and perhaps have a family, and do something useful with my life. That was just before my eyes were opened to my wife. I used to say that I got 2 out of my 3 wishes. Perhaps my current occupation is my 3rd wish, or a more outstanding miracle is waiting in the wings, but as Padre Pio  said,always ask for the big Grace.Perhaps we have to be humble enough to deserve it, because I believe it to be a fact that, truly great people are humble because they know just how little they really know

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I wrote this maybe 21 years ago, the rest is up to you all. 1996 was the year my dad nearly died

Going back to University for the Final Year

Going back to University for the Final Year

my small daughter went back to University today

big sister, or Woman as her fellow students called her

she has done a month already, Graduate Entry and all that

So

smaller daughter went back today

so much more space in the house already

but an abandoned duvet left in a corner

either she forgot it, or, she's got a new one

If she forgot she'll have to sleep under all her towels instead

I'll post an old story at the end from a few years ago

small daughter said she sees the world as a glass half full

what she does in the future who knows

maybe a Masters if the perfect job doesn't arrive

and then what

Just be happy is what I always say

If you love working in  John Lewis then stay

Andy Street did not do too badly

just be happy

the best job of my life was at CPNEC hotel in Birmingham

It was also badly paid and exhausting, but I really loved it

doing 10 roles and more

3 years of fun and hard work,

My point is, don't chase money, it won't make you happy

and don't chase status either

Just Stay Happy Always and then

you are never working because you enjoy what you are doing

Feed your spirit

and if you don't understand the concept

then you are already lost

look in that mirror and change

and don't forget to pray for this fool

The Tinnitus would sweep you off your feet

and wash you away

No joke

That's why it took 4 years to write Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024

which is live on Amazon

If I had a cartoonist my stories would be so much better

but I'd need a miracle for one to appear 

though I had my miracles already

NOW the old story

and sadly I have to explain I wrote this before Putin went mad

Lech, Boris and Gregorgi Check it Out ©

By

Michael Casey

 

So your small girl is a big girl now, leaving home to go to University. I nodded trying to hold back the tears, the boys understood and put protective arms on my shoulder. She’ll miss Totoro the cat no doubt, but her little sister will send updates on the cat’s progress to her studying bigger sister. She may even miss her old dad, the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England. I began to sniffle, but the boys understood, they were Popaloffoff’s finest, they visited me often just to see how Totoro the cat was, or so they claimed. But now the family was scattering, they knew what they had to do and do it they would.

 

The boys left me as I looked through the photo albums of my treasure soon to be far away in a different part of the country and I wouldn’t be there to protect her. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi went to the still hidden in the woods, the Vodka wouldn’t be ready for 3 more days. More than enough time to check out my daughter’s new home and University.

 

As they drove their tanker down the motorway they phoned home, their wives all agreed, they had to do what they had to do. And if only they hadn’t been so spontaneously the wives could have prepared a gift. The Butcher’s Choice, a step by step guide on how to butcher pigs along with a lethal knife. They did not expect my daughter to become a Home Butcher and chef like them, however it also taught knife skills that a single girl might need in a hurry, and I don’t mean when an unexpected dinner party arrives.

 

When they arrived at the University town the boys sat on a bench next to a drunk, so they asked the drunk all about the city in exchange for a tiny bottle of their fresh vodka. So that’s how they got the low down on the city, ask a tramp, they know everything. So first of all they went to the local Gay bar, and had a pint of Guinness each, by way of a change. The clients all thought Christmas had come early, or the were a Strip Act. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi laughed, we’ve done that before but only at a car showroom, the memories made them smile. Sorry but certain things are only for our wives eyes only.

They explained that their friend, the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England had a pussy called Totoro, and that his daughter only got a cat 4 years ago as he promised her and her little sister a pet if he had a heart attack, or they could have a dog if he died. And now she was going to their city to Study. Is she Gay asked the clients? We don’t think so, it’s not something you ask somebody, of course she not, here’s her photo, so the boys showed my daughter’s photo. A few sighs went up, they were quickly silenced as the boys gave them a look. You see if she comes here she’ll be safe from BASTARDS, explained the boys.

 

They had another Guinness each, this time on the house. In exchange they handed out a Holy Picture of the Icon of Mary of Popaloffoff. If you put that in the window, she’ll know she’s safe here, the owners of the club promised they would, wiping away tears as they did so. The boys left the Jester, they were no fools, they had found the 1^st place of safety for my daughter. They did take the boys’ photo too and would place that next to the Holy Picture. Faith and Brawn, nobody would ever dare to even think of playing games there, a new symbiotic relationship.

 

They went around town to sandwich bars, and coffee shops explaining the situation, at each place they handed out the Holy Picture of the Holy Icon of Mary Popaloffoff. Each place took their photo too and would display it next to the Holy Picture, something was happening, Mary of Popaloffoff was doing her bit but they were doing theirs too. The boys saw themselves just as cuddly Slav Bears, from where Russia, Ukraine and Poland make love on the Map. But to a University town in England, they were strong men from the Circus. One so strong, one so tall, one so very wide, not the kind of men you see in the back streets of a small university two.

 

They were hungry now, so they went to Greggs only the machinery had broken and they may have to throw the food away. If we fix it, can we have free food? So a deal was done. In the East, you have to fix things, 2 metres of snow, who’s going to come and fix your plant, Father Christmas? So in one hour they fixed it. The staff were mightily impressed as were the queue of people who were all dying for what only Greggs can supply. Our Lady of Popaloffoff and the boys own photo was soon installed by the door.

 

This had not been their plan, they just wanted to make sure my  daughter would be safe. Now over 200 Holy Pictures of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon were everywhere. There was a man walking with his nose in a book, he walk straight into them, spilling hundreds of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Holy Pictures everywhere. He bent down to pick them up, then he began to cry. It was Andrew Graham Dixon the greatest Art Critic in England, and friend of Popaloffoff, the boys each gave him a bear hug and kiss on the lips, like old friends do in the East. Andrew Graham Dixon took a copy of my daughter’s photo, phone to phone transfer and  said his Italian friend had a restaurant in the town, so should she want a job he was sure he could persuade his friend.

 

So the lads were pleased, but now the most dangerous part was to be done. The drunk had told them about the bad side of town, so now they must confront it. They banged on the door and waited, 3 large men with Rotts appeared, the 3 men laughed at them. You are those bleeding poofs we saw in the street picking up all those rubbish leaflets up, and then kissing that bloke on the lips, bleeding poofs, just get lost or I’ll set the Rottweilers on you.

 

Now you never ever ever speak to a man from Popaloffoff like that, or to anybody, straight or gay or any which way. And to say that a Holy Picture of Our Lady of Popaloffoff Icon was rubbish, was just too much. Lech looked at Boris and Boris looked at Gregorgi. They cursed the bad men with the worst word you can use in the East. NAZIS. After that the Rottweilers attacked, but punch on the nose had all 3 run away like puppy dogs. NAZIS Lech, Boris and Gregorgi  again screamed. In seconds those 3 hard men were no longer hard men, they were very scared men.

 

All were going to ask, was that you turn this girl away if she comes to your club your place by accident, tell her to go home and put her in Mr George’s taxi, he is a nice man we met him today. But to say the Icon of Popaloffoff is rubbish, and then to set the dogs on us. That is to much. Being called Gay does not matter, one day one of our sons may say he is gay, or one of our daughters may say she is Lesbian. WE WOULD STILL LOVE THEM AS THAT IS OUR JOB TO LOVE THEM ALWAYS WHATEVER THEY ARE. We are from the East and we love our Motherlands just as we love our own mothers and daughters.  With that Lech, Boris and Gregorgi spat in the Nazis faces.

 

Then there were Police everywhere, they had been watching the club, and knew a knew loads more drugs must be there with 3 Rottweilers to guard everything. Lech, Boris and Gregorgi had speeded up the process. In fact there was a reward, but they insisted it went to the Drugs Rehabilitation Centre.

 

So that is how the boys spent their day. And yes the Chief Superintendent himself kissed the boys of the lips, much to the shock of the PCs, but he had a Russian wife, so he knew about the Culture of the East. There was one other thing to mention, inside the Holy Pictures was a tiny chip, and they would give my daughter an App, it would show her all the Safe Places, and guide her safely home, whatever the darkness.

 

 

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 probably my last book ever, not unless that speed typist shows up to type Tears for a Butcher,

Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024 By Michael Casey

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Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024 By Michael Casey

Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024 is now on Amazon

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Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024 Kindle Edition

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It has taken me 4 years to write this book, because my Tinnitus has been horrendous, So its almost impossible to write with such noise in my head. Like sharing a room with Trump. He has been telling so many lies these past 4 years. Its up to the voters do they want him again. Meanwhile these are the tales I did manage to write despite all the noise as well as arthritis pain. I’m. older now, but still 20 in my head, or is that my weigh in stones and IQ, you decide. I would still like to write a full length comic sequel to The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker. The sequel is Tears for a Butcher. Though that will probably never be written, as I’d need a speed typist and muse, who would be amused by me, But God is full of surprises, so read this Tinnitus Tales 2020 to 2024 ,and Pray Hope and Don’t worry as Padre Pio used to say.

Singapore Grand Prix 2024

Singapore Grand Prix 2024

you guys can overtake and lap USA

this weekend 

if you are up to it

Then Singapore would be my biggest reader on

all 3 of my Bloggers

SO HERE this one

Singapore are you big enough

do you know how to read anyway

or do you want Trump's USA to beat your bum like a drum

Have I annoyed you enough to read like the wind

Wind of Change

Rock the USA

and Singapore be my girl, my reader, my delight

and in return

we can have a pillow fight

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