– He’s got the same body shape
– He loves gold decorations, covering buildings with it and his signs, and now adding gold decorations to the austere Oval Office.
– He cheats at golf
–He has his own “Oddjob” helpers
– He has a cozy relationship with North Korea
–He’s a narcissistic autocrat egomaniac
The one area where Auric Goldfinger has him beat is in eloquence. Consider Goldfinger’s famous speech when he has Bond bound to a sheet of gold, threatening to bisect him with his blown-up ruby laser:
Can you imagine Trump delivering so well-planned a speech as that? Can you imagine him without the insane repetition, without the insulting of the target of his anger, or without his bragging?
I posted this years ago elsewhere, but it is best posted here.
Trump-finger… He’s the man, the man with the bias touch A divider’s touch… Such a small finger Beckons you to enter his web of sin But don’t go in!..
Golden turds he will pour in your ear But his lies can’t disguise what you sneer When a poll is done good…
knows when he’s dissed it It’s the dis of death from Mister Trump-finger…
Trumpfinger – No, I talk. Not you. Me. Me talk. I talk. Me talk. They’re the same word. Did you know they’re the same word? Most people don’t know that. But I’m a talk genius. Me a talk genius. See? Same word. Teachers will tell you they’re different words but that’s the Democrats for you. My uncle was a genius. So I’m a genius too. It’s the family. I do the weave when I talk. So everything I say makes more sense. Sleepy Joe didn’t make sense when he talked. He didn’t talk. He stole elections. I don’t talk about stealing elections. I steal elections. But I don’t. Don’t. Don’t steal elections. I don’t steal elections. I win elections. Because the people vote for me. They love me. I see them in the streets and they all say “We love you Mr Trump. We love you. Don’t let Sleep Joe and Kamala steal the election.” And I don’t. Let them. They’re all talk. I’m not talk. Me.
Trump is giving a presentation in the Oval Office to South African president Cyril Ramaphosa and asks that the lights be dimmed.
It’s just like when Goldfinger closed the windows and dimmed the lights in his billiard room to give his presentation How I Plan to Rob Fort Knox. And, like Goldfinger, I’m sure he enjoyed it, because it was mainly for his own benefit.
I’m just glad he didn’t have to step out to deal with one of the other attendees. Otherwise I’m sure a cover would have slammed down on the fireplace and canisters of Delta-9 nerve gas would have popped up from whatever replaced the Resolute desk.
We should really start to worry if he names as his pilot for the “new” Dubai 747 someone with a name like “Pussy Galore”.
Maybe we’ll be lucky and he’ll get sucked out out of the plane atter shooting off his gold-plated revolver. But that’s probably asking too much.
Pointless non-sequitur:
Is it possible that Goldfinger’s gold-plated revolver – not featured in the novel, but shown in the film – inspired the gimmick and the title for Fleming’s last Bond novel, The Man with the Golden Gun? Fleming wrote it between January and February 1964 while vacationing at his house Goldeneye in Jamaica, as he wrote all his Bond books. The first draft was completed by March 1964. The movie started filming in January in Florida, but with few of the principals there. Most of the movie was shot in the UK, and Fleming visited there in April 1964. But it’s entirely possible that Fleming had heard about their use of a gold-plated gun, or even seen it or pictures of it before he started writing the novel. The ostensible inspiration for the title was Nalson Algren’s 1949 novel The Man with the Golden Arm. But I note that in Fleming’s novel Scaramanga’s gun is a gold-plated revolver, not the assembled-from-disparate-pieces creation that could evade customs as depicted in the 1979 movie.
Steven Cheung, White House communications director, literally looks like a better match–a large, inarticulate, asian man. Put a bowler hat on him and it’s like he’s right out of central casting, as Trump like to hire.
Hey, be careful. I posted a pic of that movie scene a while back and some Donkey Kong went ape shit… banning me from the gun thread for “political violence”.
Don’t make yourself a target for referring to a movie from 1965 from back when Rump was still paying other students to write his papers for Fordham for him. It doesn’t matter that both Cubby Broccoli and Sean Connery are both long dead; the Red Hat Secret Service will never stand down due to their fealty to the feelings of The Big Mac Muncher.
Fun Fact: Did you know that Rump has never won an election against a Man?
It’s fun to bring up when Rump Defenders start throwing around the word, “Pussy”.
