
Flies On Washington Walls #119

Jim Flanigan Looks at the World
Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015


We are appreciative of our intrepid Flies On Washington Walls who stowed away on Air Force One so they could sit in on the Trump-Putin Summit.

Today I have 3 favorite words. Being a Friday, the easy guess would be “It’s the weekend.” Nope, that’s not it. I’ll play the part of Vanna White here and display the letters T and B in the puzzle.
T _ _ _ _ B _ B _ B _ _ _ _
Any guesses? If not …
With summer in full swing now, beach volleyball may be a great activity to try. It is fun, good exercise and makes you look cool. Or not …

So you don’t look like Donald Trump on the beach, here are the Top 10 Beach Volleyball Rules …
I stumbled out of bed early yesterday and looked for my weapon. Yes, I was headed to war. If you don’t know what I am talking about, please read about the Civil War II. But I knew there would be nothing civil about it. I grabbed some grub, printed my map and headed for the battlefield with my weapon of choice …
In the midst of all this political rancor and contention, I feel the need to spread some good news in the world. In the spirit of good vibrations and karma, I am pleased to start what should be a weekly series called Happiness Is as part of this blog. I will focus on something positive that makes me, and possibly you but I am mostly concerned with me, happy. So without further ado, I am pleased to offer up the first edition of Happiness Is.
For me, Happiness Is a big bowl of these …
We had a genuine, official MoveOn Families Belong Together rally in our sleepy little Chicago suburb today. Can you guess which sign I made?

If you chose the crappy looking one on the right that you thought may have taken me 5 minutes to make, award yourself 10 points. But then deduct 5 points because it really took me only 3 minutes.
The rally was so close to our house that we could have walked. It was bloody hot and humid today, so we drove. However, there were many more people at the rally than expected, and I had to park so far away that it may have been closer walking from home.
People were on every corner of a major intersection in our town holding their colorfully decorated and clever, or crappy in my case, signs. I think this was my favorite sign, although not from our rally.
I am heading back on the road today, this time for business. As I pack, this trip feels different. I will no longer be travelling through the “land of the free and home of the brave” according to the Star-Spangled Banner. We now keep migrant children in cages, and Trump supporters fear them. Woody Guthrie wrote “This land is your land, this land is my land,” but that no longer applies. Thanks to the Trump Muslim ban being upheld by the Supreme Court, this land is not a land for Muslims any longer.
Will I do anything different this trip?
When I’m feeling petty, the name that comes to my mind is Tom Petty, but in an effort to appeal to NASCAR fans, I figured I would include a pic of Richard Petty. Good luck packaging my occasional Trump-bashing blog rants to appeal to the NASCAR crowd, right?
Anyway, I am feeling very petty and vindictive thanks towards this restaurant …
Sure, I helped in a water rescue while on vacation. It was nothing. No need to heap praise or adulation on me. A key to the city might be nice, but I’m not pushing for it.
My wife had used a painful foot injury as a lame (pun intended) excuse to avoid shopping with relatives. So I was in downtown Grand Ledge, Michigan walking endlessly from shop to shop while looking for something sharp to purchase and thrust into my heart.
Part of the group I was with took a break from the excitement of shopping to walk along the river. My grand-niece commented that a man was calling 911. On us? I went to confront him and cause a scene. Anything to get out of more shopping to come.
He was calling 911 since there was a riding mower in the river.

Unfortunately …
Here was what was going to be the plan as I understood it for the past 36 hours. My youngest daughter was having some school friends over to the house for a birthday sleepover as she celebrates turning ten years old. The plan was for my wife and the girls to watch a movie in a tent outside and then fall sleep there. I envisioned myself sitting inside, sipping an ice cold adult beverage, watching whatever movie I wanted to watch (a rare treat) and maybe creating a special Father’s Day Mite Be Funny cartoon that would keep me amused and chortling to myself all evening as I fall asleep with a wry smile on my face.
These last 36 hours have not gone according to plan.
Friday 6AM – I started working from home early Friday morning at 6AM which means I checked Facebook, the news feeds, weather, etc. for a couple hours. I was able to book not one, but two orders from a customer in Mauritius. Ten points will be awarded if you can point where that tiny island nation is located on this map.

Give up? OK, here’s the answer …

On Wednesday evening, I biked about 1 mile over to a stranger’s house, helped myself to an adult beverage from their cooler and settled into a comfy couch on their back deck. The homeowner let me stay and even offered me snacks! The reason is simple.
The latest news is that Michael Cohen’s lawyers have quit, allegedly due to a disagreement over fees. Who would have ever guessed that Donald Trump’s lawyer would not pay his bills? I guess the rotten apple doesn’t fall too far from Trump Tower.
But why not save a ton of money and just represent himself if he’s a lawyer? Oh right, he got his degree from the Thomas Cooley Law School which was recently mentioned by Politico as being the worst law school in the US. Regardless, it isn’t going to take much lawyering to plead guilty to the rock-solid case the feds are preparing against him.
With all that said, I have decided to contribute to Michael Cohen’s legal defense fund, on 1 giant condition …
I can’t believe he shook the hand of a ruthless dictator.

I also can’t believe that Trump shook Un’s hand.