High Hopes, Low Desires

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High Hopes, Low Desires ©

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Michael Casey

 

Well the tryst is on in Singapore, Trump left his wife all alone in the White House while he meets little Rocket Man,I never knew he was an Elton John fan, now he’ll be holding his candle in the wind. Rocket Man has stolen a pair of Elton’s specs, hopefully now he can see clearly, for miles and miles. He is so worried about assassination he had a dummy plane take off first then he hitched a ticket to ride on an Air China plane pretending to go to Beijing before bending over backwards to Singapore. It also proved China is doing its bit in getting Kim to the altar on time. In fact they have done everything, but will allow Trump’s ego to get all the credit.

 

Trump’s plane is great he can tweet while airborne and denigrate the Canadians too, that is multitasking. He really is a Red Bull in a china shop, I know he doesn’t touch alcohol, but maybe Red Bull is allowed, and too much of it. Though NO American President will ever allow anybody else to treaten it with nukes, and that my friends is why nuclear fallout could be blowing in the wind. And maybe why Elton  John, sorry I mean Kim is blowing too, and its not just the free beans from Heinz, but fear of God, not that believes in anything except Kim.

 

So when Trump and Kim meet it will be a case of you show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Kim’s big envelope had a drawing of a Trump golf course and hotel with a MacDonalds too. That’s his first position. Trump will just show him his hands and then like a magician show a satellite picture of Kim’s nukes on their trailers. Kim has to tick the boxes to admit the picture is correct and in return the Donald will sign the back of his scorecard, which will mean Kim gets his golf course.

 

Simple negotiation really, John Bolton will appear as a waiter with decent Chinese beer for Kim and Coca Cola for the Donald. As Kim gets more and more drunk, Pompeo will note down all the military dispositions, he was in the CIA before so he can sift BS from truth. Donald will look at his watch and suggest they play around, a round of golf that is. So with 100s of bodyguards in attendance Kim and Trump will play golf. Kim is great in bunkers, he’s had years of practice hiding things and making them reappear. The Donald will give him a free Pres45 baseball hat. Kim can give nothing in return, though he will offer to send 1000 Army girls to parade down Pennsylvania Avenue for Trump. Trump smiles more than when he had Kim’s namesake Kim in his office the other week.

 

A special relationship is forming between Kim and the Donald, Theresa May is no doubt spitting at her tv, and cursing as old a vicar’s daughter can. I should have never held his hand, I should have twisted it up his back and broken it, she spits at the tv, before her husband consoles her.

 

In the afternoon what are they going to do? Well Kim suggests a bit of surfing, trying to body shame the Donald. But Trump is a secret nudist, you ask the White House staff, that’s why Sarah Huckerby Sanders has that expression on her face, too much exposure to the Donald as he lies naked on his sun bed, dictating. So Trump folds his clothes and leaves them on a rock, with is code for a secret service guy. Kim just strips and together hand in hand they walk into the sea. Obviously no official photos of the event, apart from a Russian Nuclear submarine live streaming video to Putin, to add to his Trump collection. His hands, his hands is all Putin can say. Obviously this is hacked by both the Americans and China.

 

Kim and the Donald emerge from the sea like from in Here to Eternity or some James Bond film. Lovers, ego lovers united hand in hand naked on a Singapore beach. Kim was Trump’s little brother, Trump gives him piggy back rides, and holds his hands and swings him, but deliberately lets him fall into the sea. They both laugh, but Kim stumbles and bangs his head on a rock.

 

Disaster has stuck, has Trump killed Kim, there would be no more laughter on the beach, not even Barry White could sing it away. Trump rushes and drags Kim out, he gives him CPR, and mouth to mouth. The Russian Nuclear submarine records everything, Putin is so jealous, Kim kissed Trump first. If Kim dies it could be nuclear war. In China they are mass producing the Singapore video already, either way it a win for China.

 

Kim awakens, his big brother before him, Trump is relieved his little brother is still alive and kicking. On that beach through adversity, naked together they had regained their innocence. So using a shell Kim draws the location of all his military hardware in the sand. There are no more bunkers for Trump, he is on the fairway. A still naked Kim gives Trump all he has by way of missiles, and in return Trump gives Kim his balls. North Korea will have Christmas, they will have a Trump hotel and golf course. Trump is so happy still naked he motions over his Body Man, and taking his phone rings Xi and says THANKS, I COULD NOT HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU.

 

Then hand in hand Trump and Kim walk still naked up to the beach house, they are brothers, and brothers have no secrets, no weapons to fight each other. A brother will save your life, and that’s exactly what Trump had done. It was time for Green Tea and a MacDonalds.

 

And how did this all come to pass, well a bit of Angel Dust was used, real Holy Angel Dust. Saint Michael himself was on that beach and in the water banging a head on a rock so that the man within could reveal himself and do the right thing, Saint Michael had turned Trump into the man he should always have been.

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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 Americans pop up I've done loads of writing, about 2,000,000 Words worth over 34years now But before I started to write, I LISTENED to BBC Radio 4 for 20 years, from the age of 10 or younger Frank Brown our lodger, went back to County Tyrone and he gifted us his Bush Radio. He'd be nearly 100 now if he is still alive, so say a prayer for him 54 years in love with words, and I still look so dashing. I have a picture in the attic, just like Dorian Gray I've also had an interest in Politics for 54 years with my dad heckling the tv and Politicians. I almost immediately had a hit, a play called Shoplife was accepted but not finally produced by a Theatre. The Kenneth More Theatre, so thank them for sparing you all. This was back in 1989 yes, 30 years plus ago, the play was written in 1988. So since then I'm more than good enough, as a writer. Anything else..... I also ignore those who just cannot write, pick your own candidate I tend to write Comedy as I'd rather make you laugh than cry I have written over 2000 short pieces of writing, yes 2000 " (c) by Michael Casey" If you include "chats" 3700 samples, all told, the chats do NOT go into my books when I compile them. My first book ,a full length comedy/drama is The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker You can read translations of it here on this site Up to 20 different languages/translations have been read on the same day via this site, here on Wordpress look fo Translations Galore page, and more And in over 90 Countries world wide too so you have no excuse, find your own language and read The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker or Quick Stories or any other of the books in Translation on my Wordpress This proves to me that the humour does travel I have readers in over 100 countries now, just to repeat myself From Nepal to American Samoa and all places North South East and West Or its just a hit man on the run, or whatever Unknown Region Means It may also mean that only non English Speakers like my stuff Coverage but lacking penetration as marketing folks might say I did get 21,000 readers in 3 weeks for the Polish version of In Search of an Indian Princess. which is basically the final 3 chapters of The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker all by word of mouth. And 50,000 plus in Christmas week 2021 If you add up all the downloads from my Wordpress + 13,000 when somebody stole the file. I have had more copies than Boris Johnson's Churchill book distributed. Maybe 40,000 copies . Not made a penny from it, free downloads in multiple languages. Reverse Logic, if the world knows me, eventually somebody will pay me But in reality I'll be dead first, and then just 2 pennies to pay the ferryman is enough I've cut the Plaudits, you can read/decide for yourself As for my life, I was born in the shadow of a Brewery, I was a computer operator for a market research company into alcohol sales, 21 years altogether, StatsMR Call centre guy, like everybody once in their life I was also a Trainee Betting Shop Manager I was a concierge and 10 other roles at Crowne Plaza NEC Birmingham for 3 years. Spent 3 years at Pinsent Masons Law firm in Birmingham I even hid a copy of my comic novel "BBU" in the Law Library at Pinsent Masons, well just for a day.. I did a few other jobs too, working life in reverse so to speak and I was an Esol English teacher in an Islamic school, for a year, I knew I could teach. I got Excellent, Excellent and Exemplary on the external assessment, yes really And I asked them to pray for me at least once a day beside which I've had a Shanghai connection for 20 years now, including 2 bilingual daughters and being a hausfrau a long time too, I'm a great dad, as I've had lots of time with my daughters I can always make somebody talk or laugh I believe my short stories could be used to teach English, just package them up correctly or App them Or a Tale a Day from Michael, a story telling App What else, I was brawn and brains, I used to be as strong as an Ox, now I just smell like one We have a cat called Totoro, my daughters wanted a pet I said they could have a dog if I died , or a cat if I had a heart attack. A few weeks after that in Jan 2015 I had an Unplanned Quadruple Heart Bypass , it was supposed to be a triple but it ended up a Quadruple, 33% extra free so to speak. Now with an add on Hernia, the size of your fist, pushing through my bypass scar, it hurts when I laugh, so don't make me laugh I also have arthritis and other hindrances that hobble my body and give me pain galore. But my mind is free, though having read my stories you may wish I didn't bother But I'll ignore you, and carry on regardless. I do get heckled by my own Tinnitus these past 3 years+, so I have music on all night long to drown it out. I sleep with Miley, Taylor, Eric Clapton and Will Young, maybe I should buy a bigger bed, or just get a better mattress. Tinnitus is a curse, just trust me I know, each day I wake up, Tinnitus SCREAMS at me for a full hour till it calms down That's the end of the tidy version of my life To finish here's the list of my 20 books, so far:- 1.The Butcher The Baker and The Undertaker 2.Shoplife 3.Essays and Plays 4.Blogs 2011 5.300 and Not OUT 6.Shorts 2013 7.More Shorts 2014 8.Quick Stories 9.Still Alive 2015 10.Undiscovered Words 2016 11.Still Smiling 2017 12.Altogether Now 13.New Horizons 14.14 Up 15.15 Down 16.Sweet Sixteen 17. 17 Again 18. 18 New Views 19. The Final Cut of the 19th Hole 20. 2020 Words 21. 21 Door Keys, key to the door 21 on Bingo, hence title, 53,000 words so far I write bullet point stuff mainly now as Tinnitus stops me from getting in the zone to write, story stories. (c) by Michael Casey stuff though my bullet points are better than some "writers" discuss, miaow. That's why I dream of a speed typist, so I could dictate from the sofa https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC to buy ebooks Loads of Korean and Arabic translations downloaded from my Wordpress, 1000s of them Quick Stories in Korean is a big hit. Maybe Kim in North Korea should read my books, instead of wasting his countries resources on what? Just keeping one person in power, him? Instead of joining the real world and opening a string on golf courses. That way we could get rid of Trump too. Into the sunset, as they play golf. Tears for a Butcher will be the sequel to BBU, and it too will be 600pages, however I really need a speed typist to put it down, while I sit and dictate like Barbara Cartland, and hopefully my speed typist would be impressed. we'd marry have half Korean kids, and form a Kpop band with our 4 new kids, with me as manager. And yes this is more for my bucket list, as Tinnitus keeps me awake too much, 6 months of not sleeping till dawn is really killing me Michael Casey aka the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England https://2.gravatar.com/avatar/efda2dca0de5b9269191b7c8b0102473?s=400&d=mm

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