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Thursday, 22 February 2024

The Mark of a man is in his Charity

The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey

The mark of a man s in his Charity

The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him

Fear does not last

In the dawn Love breaks through

As the birds sing to greet the day

Sun will shine 

And darkness will be chased away

For wherever there is song

The birds will sing in 

And people will rise up

Just as the French say

Au armes cityones 

Evil will end

We will have our cake 

And eat it

LOpera is just a dance away

So forever be happy

This is just a rainy day

But it comes a Rainbow

Made of Freedom

Mary has thrown it into the sky

For WE are her children 

Explaining IT Zuckerberg

Explaining IT Zuckerberg ©

 

By Michael Casey

 

 

Now before I begin it is 11.15 on Sunday 13^th July 2025

 

This will be in bullet points as it feels like somebody has shot me in the back of the head, or swung at me with a baseball bat. Yes the list is endless, with Gay FSB Russians in Lederhosen covered in oil after having a Brazilian top of the queue. And it is queue, this is England and you only get lines if you are naughty, or see teacher after school if you are very very naughty.

 

The title is Explaining IT to Zuckerberg, and it is not IT, it is it, do you get it, it is different from IT, very very different. And if you are not getting enough of it your head droops and you may hide in a hoodie. But a hoodie is not the hood, you have to go to the West, way out west maybe if you are Hardy and can rest on your Laurel leaves. West Riding in England that is where to meet all of the ladies riding side saddle. And if you side saddle too much you get a sore from riding like the major. 30 years in the saddle by Major Bum Sore O.B.E. you can ask any Charlie what an O.B.E. is, he’ll never give me one. I’m not that kind of boy and neither is he. I will only accept a Nobel Prize for Literature, but Fox news is in contention for that. No wonder they are called a load of hunts.

 

So Zuckerberg  baby, you got the drift, yes that newsreader is called snowy for a reason. Dan Druff is his real name, yes really, do you think I make everything up. I may be a Gerald but I am not Wiley, and don’t bark at me Ron. That newsreader thinks he has chops, but his chops are in the vase by his bed, they are false and he soaks them in domestos,  no not a Greek insult. In dom estos, but in domestos a brand of toilet cleaner. The only thing that’ll get the stains out, so he can sparkle on tv. Though he forgot to rinse one morning on the early turn, and he went clean around the ubend. But Fox news audience their news that way.

Any which way is for monkies and you have to be a verbal contortionist, high on a wire. Or cartoonist of the mind, you don’t care so long as the fire brigade get you off the roof, you were high, and woke up literally high. So thanks to Paul who was on his way to Damascus, but spotted the flash reflected on you  shades, so saved you from the Fall, it was late Summer after all, and climbed Jacob’s ladder and rescued you.

 

But that is a mere distraction. I found a book, yes we still have them I UK, they are read, not burned in the usa, near a spring.

I found The Outline of History by H.G. Wells it was a hard find the book had been invisible to me for years. In fact Mr Lester the head teacher,  he was no pigget, gave me the book from the school library as I left Saint Patrick’s Cathoic Junior and Infant School. I was disappointed I had read ALL the books in the school library by then. History I loved it. So why are you giving me that, I want an Xbox or a phone. Sadly dear readers neither had even been thought of. It was ZT or – ZT time, which as you all know was before Zuckerberg has been invented by a Dentist and a Quack. And a quack Zuckerberg is a kind of doctor, it’s British slang.

 

So, what’s all this ringermerole about, I don’t know it’s the Preamble, like Frankie Howard on a cold stone in his short toga, like Zuckerberg and his Latin obsession, no not dance classes in tight trousers, and that’s why his lady Priscilla calls him COBOL Maximus, its to do with the size of his compiles, his coding was bad too, but he put ointment on it. Rubbed in twice a day, or 4 times a day, if he was very very naughty.

 

The start was I found a book, so I thought I sit and write about that. And that is how I write. I think of a word, or look out the window, I see something. And I pour hot water and you get instant noodles, takes about an hour. It Is 11.50 now. so that’s 35 mins and 772 words. Then I post on my Blogger and the 2 backup blogger and my Wordpress and do security . Then you ungrateful so in soes , not a group of traveling Taylors no matter how swift they are, you read if for free in 5 mins. And couldn’t be bothered to buy one of 22 books on Amazon.

 

So that my darling young man as my uncle Henry used to say to me in a bar in Ballyheigh Kerry. Is how I do it. By the way Henry was a father of five and had cattle. His wife my Aunty Mary was one of the funniest women in the world. And cousins there are the kindest and nicest people you’d ever meet. So if I’ve been slack on the Christmas cards, its here nailed in History.

 

So while at it, hello to; Cromane Lower Killorglin, The Gap, Ballycarty Cross, and all over Kerry who used to feed me. Aunty Delia from Killarney was the key too. She once saved a policeman. A  backbacker was arrested for smoking dope or something. In the morning the drunken back packer tried to escape and struggled with a policeman in the cells. My aunty Delia who had a job cleaning  there amongst the myriad of jobs she had, so she dropped the packer, she was 5 feet tall and 17 stones, strong than any man, if she hit you, you would know.

 

So Zuckerberg I’ve finished now, that is my Outline of History, or how does he get water from a H.G. Well. Now about that job as AI Tutor, please. Cobol Maximus from Casey Minimus.  Just after 12, 48mins.

 

 

Explaining IT Zuckerberg ©

By Michael Casey

Now before I begin it is 11.15 on Sunday 13th July 2025

This will be in bullet points as it feels like somebody has shot me in the back of the head, or swung at me with a baseball bat. Yes the list is endless, with Gay FSB Russians in Lederhosen covered in oil after having a Brazilian top of the queue. And it is queue, this is England and you only get lines if you are naughty, or see teacher after school if you are very very naughty.

The title is Explaining IT to Zuckerberg, and it is not IT, it is it, do you get it, it is different from IT, very very different. And if you are not getting enough of it your head droops and you may hide in a hoodie. But a hoodie is not the hood, you have to go to the West, way out west maybe if you are Hardy and can rest on your Laurel leaves. West Riding in England that is where to meet all of the ladies riding side saddle. And if you side saddle too much you get a sore from riding like the major. 30 years in the saddle by Major Bum Sore O.B.E. you can ask any Charlie what an O.B.E. is, he’ll never give me one. I’m not that kind of boy and neither is he. I will only accept a Nobel Prize for Literature, but Fox news is in contention for that. No wonder they are called a load of hunts.

So Zuckerberg  baby, you got the drift, yes that newsreader is called snowy for a reason. Dan Druff is his real name, yes really, do you think I make everything up. I may be a Gerald but I am not Wiley, and don’t bark at me Ron. That newsreader thinks he has chops, but his chops are in the vase by his bed, they are false and he soaks them in domestos,  no not a Greek insult. In dom estos, but in domestos a brand of toilet cleaner. The only thing that’ll get the stains out, so he can sparkle on tv. Though he forgot to rinse one morning on the early turn, and he went clean around the ubend. But Fox news audience their news that way.

Any which way is for monkies and you have to be a verbal contortionist, high on a wire. Or cartoonist of the mind, you don’t care so long as the fire brigade get you off the roof, you were high, and woke up literally high. So thanks to Paul who was on his way to Damascus, but spotted the flash reflected on you  shades, so saved you from the Fall, it was late Summer after all, and climbed Jacob’s ladder and rescued you.

But that is a mere distraction. I found a book, yes we still have them I UK, they are read, not burned in the usa, near a spring.

I found The Outline of History by H.G. Wells it was a hard find the book had been invisible to me for years. In fact Mr Lester the head teacher,  he was no pigget, gave me the book from the school library as I left Saint Patrick’s Cathoic Junior and Infant School. I was disappointed I had read ALL the books in the school library by then. History I loved it. So why are you giving me that, I want an Xbox or a phone. Sadly dear readers neither had even been thought of. It was ZT or – ZT time, which as you all know was before Zuckerberg has been invented by a Dentist and a Quack. And a quack Zuckerberg is a kind of doctor, it’s British slang.

So, what’s all this ringermerole about, I don’t know it’s the Preamble, like Frankie Howard on a cold stone in his short toga, like Zuckerberg and his Latin obsession, no not dance classes in tight trousers, and that’s why his lady Priscilla calls him COBOL Maximus, its to do with the size of his compiles, his coding was bad too, but he put ointment on it. Rubbed in twice a day, or 4 times a day, if he was very very naughty. 

The start was I found a book, so I thought I sit and write about that. And that is how I write. I think of a word, or look out the window, I see something. And I pour hot water and you get instant noodles, takes about an hour. It Is 11.50 now. so that’s 35 mins and 772 words. Then I post on my Blogger and the 2 backup blogger and my Wordpress and do security . Then you ungrateful so in soes , not a group of traveling Taylors no matter how swift they are, you read if for free in 5 mins. And couldn’t be bothered to buy one of 22 books on Amazon. 

So that my darling young man as my uncle Henry used to say to me in a bar in Ballyheigh Kerry. Is how I do it. By the way Henry was a father of five and had cattle. His wife my Aunty Mary was one of the funniest women in the world. And cousins there are the kindest and nicest people you’d ever meet. So if I’ve been slack on the Christmas cards, its here nailed in History. 

So while at it, hello to; Cromane Lower Killorglin, The Gap, Ballycarty Cross, and all over Kerry who used to feed me. Aunty Delia from Killarney was the key too. She once saved a policeman. A  backbacker was arrested for smoking dope or something. In the morning the drunken back packer tried to escape and struggled with a policeman in the cells. My aunty Delia who had a job cleaning  there amongst the myriad of jobs she had, so she dropped the packer, she was 5 feet tall and 17 stones, strong than any man, if she hit you, you would know.

So Zuckerberg I’ve finished now, that is my Outline of History, or how does he get water from a H.G. Well. Now about that job as AI Tutor, please. Cobol Maximus from Casey Minimus.  Just after 12, 48mins.

 

 

The Bad Cat That Wasn't by Michael Casey inspired by our own cat, Totoro

I mentioned this to an AI clown, so here it it

your kids will love it

 

The Bad Cat that Wasn't

our cat just left a rat at the back door, she roams over 80 gardens, or maybe those with unsealed waste containers attract rats. Totoro is a Ninja cat so she killed it stone dead.

The Bad Cat That Wasn’t ©

By Michael Casey

Totoro wasn’t a bad cat even though his owner thought she was, it was just that she got fed up of being a house cat, house cats led a boring life. It was nice being fed and having a nice litter tray by the back door, but Totoro wanted to see what was behind the back door. So she plotted to escape and have a look around the neighbourhood, she was allowed upstairs and down stairs and in the lady’s chamber, and if there was an attic or even a cellar she’d be allowed to go there too. But that was not enough for Totoro.

Totoro wanted to talk to the other cats and annoy that dog that lived over the hedge. She had watched all the goings on in the neighbourhood, but that was just through the window, she wanted to join in and be part of it. Cat tv was no good, she wanted to be part of the action. One day her owner Miss Lump who was rather plumb left the bathroom window open to let the steam out. Only the cat got out too, Miss Lump who was a teacher had lost her cat, though some of her students thought she was a witch who rode on a broomstick with a cat.

Miss Lump did not notice as she was busy making harder and harder maths tests for her Year8 students, they would thank her for it in the future, even if they called her Witch behind her back, or other words that rhythmed with Witch. In the morning Miss Lump heard a noise it was Totoro asking to be let in, Totoro was sitting on the porch canopy beneath Miss Lump’s bedroom window. Miss Lump was surprised to see her cat there, but she realised she needed to allow Totoro some freedom.

From that night onwards she kept her bedroom window half open, so Totoro could come and go as she pleased. Miss Lump did have a metal baseball bat under her bed just in case any burglars came along, she was 110kilos and knew how to swing a bat. Despite her size she was still pretty as she had red hair and a very nice smile, when she wasn’t setting maths tests for her students.

So Totoro became a night shift cat, coming and going as he pleased, she went to see the nasty dog first of all, she jumped out of the hedge straight onto the dog’s back, from that night onwards the neighbourhood slept better. This was the first miracle Totoro performed. Totoro visited the old ladies of the neighbourhood and tested their milk for them, just to make sure it was good enough for them. She didn’t want any of the old ladies to drink bad milk after all, she soon became the official milk tester for 4 old ladies.

Totoro spent more and more time away from her home and Miss Lump, but Miss Lump knew Totoro was ok so she did not worry. Totoro still managed to come back and finish his food and use his litter. Totoro may travel far and wide but she always poohed at home.

A little boy had come to the neighbourhood, he never went out to play, Totoro went to see him, Totoro looked at him through his window, for some reason the child slept downstairs with a bottle and wires connected. Totoro did not know what they were, maybe he was part Gerbil, he had a bottle and wires. If Totoro could speak he’d ask Miss Lump to explain.

One evening Totoro sneaked into the boy’s house to see him, the boy’s face was so pale and white, he had spilt some milk on his clothes, Totoro jumped on his lap and started licking the milk up. As he was licking the milk up, the boy smiled and laughed, his mother heard the laughter and came to see what was happening. To hear her son laugh was such joy for his mother, her son was sick so very sick.

Totoro became a regular visitor to Tomas’s house, Totoro had his regulars, Totoro was a travelling cat who was there to be stroked and loved by everywhere in the neighbour. Totoro seemed to know that Tomas needed him more than the rest, so she just moved in. She loved sleeping at the bottom of Tomas’s bed, and Totoro loved her too, she purred like a taxi when he stroked her.

Tomas’s mom rang the phone number on Totoro’s collar, Miss Lump understood, and when she discovered Tomas was in Year8 she shed a tear, he’d never finish all the maths test she set for her children. And Tomas never did, 3 months later he died on a Tuesday morning, still stroking Totoro, in her sorrow and pain Tomas’s mother rang to share the sad news with Miss Lump.

Miss Lump went to school and passed out the test papers, as the Year8 children did the biggest and hardest maths test of their lives Miss Lump sat there crying. The children looked up from their test papers and immediately they loved Miss Lump to death, they tried their hardest because they loved her. After the test was over Miss Lump explained about Totoro and Tomas, then it was the turn of the children to cry. A cat may have 9 lives but we only have one said Miss Lump, then they all cried together.

Tomas left a legacy all of Miss Lump’s maths group decided to live a bit for him as he didn’t have a chance to finish his life. In fact the maths group became the most brilliant maths group ever.  Tomas’s funeral was so sad with lots of children in attendance, Totoro’s friends also came as they all shared him and so they should be there for Tomas too.

Tomas went straight to Heaven, he was met by Saint Martin de Porres who handed him a cat, the cat looked exactly like Totoro. Had Totoro exchanged one of her lives so Totoro would not be lonely in Heaven. I don’t know, we’ll have to ask Saint Martin de Porres when we get there, if we are good.

Now there is evil in the world, now though Totoro was safe in Heaven with Tomas, here on earth there is evil. One night a burglar who had been looking around the area for somewhere to steal noticed Miss Lump’s open bedroom window. So with a hop and a skip he was in her bedroom. Luckily for Miss Lump Totoro and her 8 remaining lives was fast asleep at the bottom of her bed.

Totoro leapt and scratched the burglar’s face, the thief threw Totoro and Totoro landed on a tin of paint which Miss Lump had been using to touch up the paint in her bedroom. Miss Lump awoke to see an uninvited man in her bedroom. So she reached for her baseball bat and battered the thief till he fell out her bedroom window, breaking an arm and a leg.

Miss Lump looked at Totoro, she had saved her, though now Totoro was covered in paint. Tomas watching from Heaven begged Saint Martin de Porres to save Totoro’s life, even if it meant Totoro lost another one of his lives. Saint Martin de Porres smiled, he had a soft spot for animals after all, Miss Lump was desperate for a Vet to save her cat.

The Police came to take the burglar away, via hospital and an emergency RSPCA Vet arrived too. Covered in paint was a terrible thing for a cat, but Miss Lump wanted her cat to live. Several of Totoro’s other owners arrived all the noise of police and ambulance had woken them up. They did not care what it cost they would all chip in. Totoro had spread so much love they just had to thank her.

So Totoro lost another life, but the Vet gained a wife. Totoro was shaved and had to wear a cone to stop her from licking herself and the poisonous paint, but with love and care and despite the lack of hair she would survive.

The Vet’s name was Tomas Martin, no I’m not lying, his name was Tomas Martin. He immediately fell in love with Miss Lump, and he just loved maths too, multiplication was his absolute favourite. They went on to have 7 children the same number as lives Totoro had left.

5400 up. that many pieces here now

5400 up (c)

by Michael Casey

5400 up. that many pieces here now

so much bs

i can hear you all say

pity the proctologist

you are all so cruel

what do you call a 3 foot tall cowboy

a low down bum

55 year old joke or older

anyway i've been hiding from the heat

the tinnitus is triggered by heat

and cold and noise and tone and even food

and food  for thought

yes, the drs know jack s_

i'm the pain in the butt

so I know

now my left shoulder has kicked off

so i've slapped on the pain killer

the smell of the pain killer goes up my nose

so do i

i hear you all say

COBOL and FORTRAN and go COMPILE yourself

you dirty like Coders

zuck your bergs

or is it burgers in a garden

life is no picnic for me

while you are at an Oasis

and I told you it was not worth the trouble

cartoons made from words

i have a site THIS ONE

and the other 2 are for backups

with different names

and yes I do put your back up

you pigs in lipstick

or pigs in blankets

laying down on a blanket

waiting for Oasis to kick off

and kickoff is a russian. FSB guy

always. in a hurry slapping on the sun screen

to hide his bad Brazilian as he leads the congo

working undercover in the undergrowth of his stumbling

zuckerberg can you understand any of this

NO

so what chance has ai without a Tutor

a PhD dont edward lear at me 

Michael Casey is the boy

or man who sees beauty everywhere

even with a sly fox under your bed

chasing yor little red riding hood

UNDERSTOOD

you pennypincher

give me a job explaining words to Ai

I am a high trapeze contortionist of Words

who swings every which way

where did you  hide my Jock Strap 

Zuckerberg I swear I'll make you pay

the worse nightmare you ever have

opening the door for m

I'm never going back into that Dic

Dictionary

1000000000cc for all I'm worth

so pay me

and Edward  Lear said it went all over

the ceiling in a rhyme of his

BE GOOD

Private Joke, only you will understand

 

COBOL Maximus from Casey Minimus 

yes you pass the test

buy the house and  lets get this party started

but we will need a Batphone for security

   

  

legs fit for a toga, Roman style

South America big thank you

South America  big thank you

I don't know why you are reading me

a punishment from your priest maybe

I do have a priest friend he keeps a baseball bat  handy

not for burglars just in case i visit maybe

so say a Rosary when you can

and 3 when you did what you shouldn't

but God loves everybody

especially Junkies and Musicians

cos he loves and forgives them

cos perfect people don't need him anyway

and you don't need a plumber if your water is ok

or a doctor if you are fine

so god is for the fools like me especially

Stay Happy always America del Sud

and try and be Good

cos God would be if he had the time

working 4 jobs a week is not a punishment

It proves you are Praying More

Because To Work is To Pray

Have a nice day

and sorry if my writing is rubbish

one day it will improve

when I learn more Spanish

San Martin de Porres es uno de mi amigos tambien

even san martin de Porres has 3 jobs a week

bouncing balls

 bouncing balls

no not footballers in training

sexist

or women jogging

sexist back

or hairy back if you are a gorilla like me

No ideas bouncing in the air

I was bouncing a few today

it was nice as I sat/lay on the sofa behind me

its too hot for anything else

I am an ideas person

detail people can do the detail

I paint the big picture

like peeing up a garden wall

splash painting

ed sheeran eat your heart out

my writing could be called that

splash on the screen

but its nice writing

as you have total freedom

just accept your baby

may be ruined if it is produced by others

but I don't have the time or energy

so a Credit

Based on a Story by Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades

or Michael Casey SOB , son of a blacksmith

Film is a collaboration and Harry Potter films are way better than the book

And then 20years later they make the films anew

When the 1st  ones will always be the best

But rehash and reboot is king

40 percent rule, you'll get at least 40 percent on the sequel

so you get sequels which are rubbish

though I read Jurassic park reboot was supposed to be good

now how a producer produces is interesting

but a nightmare

I could never be involved in that world

I do my writing, take the money and run

and get good residuals, and pray my babies are not martyred

the detail would kill me

its like a kids painting by numbers

i know the principle, i don't want to have to do it all

you pay nerds and geeks to do it

maybe I have no stamina

especially now with all my illnesses

and yes MARK HARRIS you were right

no mental stamina

BUT MARK a million ideas you never had

he'll punch me if ever we meet

20 years ago last time we met 

so I'd employ him to do the shading in

while I dream big

I should post a photo, that would really annoy him

Calm down Mark, I hope you had a very good life

you would not want to walk in my shoes

Yes, I still dress up as a woman and go cruising down Broad Street

If you have a derriere like mine you should shake it

So that's all for today

A bit disjoined

Its too hot even at 7pm in Birmingham

I've used all my energy today

But tomorrow is another day

I had an idea for a Smithfield Market story

and yes I hope somebody does

a full Smithfield Market research Phd thesis

and survey/history/tech vision thing

before it goes

800 years of History

so save it in Cyberspace and Books

my readers shaded in