Jim Flanigan Looks at the World
Turning the Mundane into Fundane Since 2015
There was a time, way back in 2016, when satire was possible. Satire is fake news, but we all know it is fake news being played for laughs or ironic effect. We chuckle. We guffaw. At times, we just smile wryly while suppressing a chortle inside. I sensed a problem once Trump grabbed hold of this nation’s neck with as much as his tiny little hands could hold and nobody could tell my satirical fake news from reality anymore. And now this news story I saw today …
Just in time for Halloween, the http://www.donaldjtrump.com online store is hawking these ghoulish goodies …
Donald Trump’s fake Renoir painting is back in the news thanks to his former biographer Tim O’Brien spilling the beans in Vanity Fair’s “Inside The Hive” podcast. “Two Sisters” by Renoir is indeed a beautiful painting …
I have proof that Trump’s is a fake …
Continue reading “If you believe with all your heart that it is real, it will still be a fake.”
There’s an old joke about vegetarians that goes like this …
Q: How can you tell if someone is a vegetarian.
I saw the 1922 silent horror movie Nosferatu tonight, but rather than stay silent, I have some salient comments.
I’m not a overly religious guy. I belong to a church, but really don’t trust any church that would have me as a member. Props to Groucho for that joke. And I am not too picky about what church I attend. You can label me more spiritual than religious. I see God everywhere and nowhere, if that makes any sense. The one place I see God nowhere these days is …
Before I left on my business trip, I saw what I thought was a not-so-subtle hint to do a home maintenance project. What would you think if you saw this?
In case anyone thinks business travel is glamorous, it actually sometimes is, but more often it is not. Here’s the view from my St Louis area hotel window this week while on the road for business …
We don’t get out much. 5 kids here if I haven’t mentioned it before. We always thought the older kids would take care of the younger kids and my wife and I would continue to have an active social life. That never worked out too well. When my oldest daughter (child #1) took care of kids 3 & 4, my youngest son (child #3) would routinely reduce her to tears. My middle daughter (child #4) is all grown up and would gladly watch our 9 year old daughter (child #5), but oops, she’s off to college, sorry. And so we rely on babysitters, which is not only expensive, but these days it is difficult to find a teen around here that isn’t busy on the weekends with an active social life that dwarfs ours. It can be an expensive chore to find a babysitter.
But this was a concert opportunity not to be missed. Seeing this concert would make my 2017 concert season complete. I knew I would never forgive myself if I didn’t take this opportunity to see …
I may have a gambling problem. After church yesterday, parents of Sunday School children were herded into the gymnasium to hear what our children were being taught. I noticed that I was the only parent out of 50+ to have stopped by the food table before heading to the meeting. Yes, I may also have an eating problem. I definitely should not have taken chips and guacamole. The crunching of the chips reverberated through the large gymnasium with every bite. And the guac was a little spicy, so I had to try and suck some juice from the watermelon slice I took to calm the burning on my tongue.
But more to my point about gambling, we were shown some questions that our children were supposed to discuss. This one caught my eye …
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 