Sean Connery died over the weekend, and Donald Trump immediately tried to control the narrative by tweeting about him, etc. Trump is so desperate to attach himself to the hero mystique that he unwittingly further self-caricatures by failing to realize – a common theme –  that his schtick is arguably good enough for the Batman TV series villains’ cut, but hardly serviceable to meet even Donald Pleasance’s brilliant weirdo standard as Blofeld in You Only Live Twice.

Trump is closer to Blofeld than Connery’s James Bond, with a sociopathic style reminiscent of the infuriating bald-headed power-craving rodentia volcano-denizen, and yet he’s sufficiently insulated with subservient Oddjob yes-men and Facebook-misinformation-pumping lackeys to be convinced of Bond-like affiliation.

“He was a tough character,” Trump tweeted.

Yes, that’s true, Donald, and the deep-throated, up-from-his-bootstraps vocalization of Connery’s entire career contained not a whit of the prattling, privileged whining that is the enduring hallmark of yours. The populist Bond character as interpreted by Connery is the essence of the undoing of the ego-dogged empty-suited, power-craven, Trump-similar bad guys that festoon Connery’s best, most beloved bond movies.

May Sean Connery, and the Trump presidency, rest in peace.