
Flies On Washington Walls #12

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


For some reason, people have compared Senator Mitch McConnell to a turtle. Well yesterday, McConnell was turtling along like usual, waiting for Senator John McCain to get healthy enough to return to the Senate and vote for the Senate’s Trumpcare bill.

And then, Twitter happened. Was it a Trump tweet?




My daughter is vacationing in Los Angeles, so we are catsitting for her. She demanded proof that he was still alive. I guess I am grateful that my wife texted her this pic before I could respond …

I was planning on cutting off one of the cat’s ears and sending it to my daughter as proof. That’s how they do it in the movies!
And yes, that is a beret the cat is wearing.

I’ll bet he’s looking forward to another day of women’s golf in his private box! I’m imagining a whole lot of this going on in the Trump suite …

I have bragged for a long time that my followers were “well into the triple digits.” That was technically true as most of my followers weighed over 100 lbs. However, today I officially have triple digit followers as I have surpassed the 100 mark of actual followers. By the way, do you think there is any correlation between not blogging yesterday and gaining followers? Regardless, no time for introspection when it is time to celebrate. How about a congratulatory handshake?

Ew, that’s not what I had in mind.



Mitch McConnell has a busy day planned today. He plans to unleash the latest Senate version of Trumpcare onto the unsuspecting American public today. Then he has a variety of other activities planned today like pulling legs off bugs, delivering foreclosure notices to widows, roasting ants with a magnifying glass, pulling scholarships from some area college students, peeing in a public pool, and cutting the ribbon on a new orphanage with workhouse attached, so there’s no daily commute for the kids! How thoughtful! Finally, he plans to meet with representatives from ADAPT, the national group of activists on behalf of people with disabilities. Hey, that last one actually sounds constructive.




Last week was my vacation week. We hosted friends on the 4th, and then headed out to a lake house for a few days. I came back exhausted. My wife told me that one day I was in the water swimming or on the water in a kayak, canoe or pedal boat for at least 6 hours. Whew! It took me a day to recover from my vacation.
Yesterday, we dropped our little 9 year old daughter off at camp for a week, and were so distraught that we went directly to have a nice lakeside dinner at a resort town. Although I have to work this week, we have made plans for every night while our daughter is away. I don’t have to schedule my pool time around when she and her friends are not splashing in it. I can watch R-rated movies anytime I want on the family room TV. I don’t have to respond to hearing “Dad” 50+ times a night. Is it wrong to feel that this is actually my vacation week?

