I had a dream last night, a bad dream, a nightmare really. I dreamed that Donald Trump was President of the United States. I knew that if I kept on dreaming I wouldn’t wake up into the nightmarish reality that we are all living, not dreaming.
So, I continued, forced myself, to dream on.
I dreamed that President Trump continued holding rallies all over America where he would draw cheers from the huge, mutinous crowds he’d draw. They went wild when he’d mention “The Wall ...and Mexico would pay for it!” They laughed with glee when he called Kim Jong-un “Rocket Man” It’s funny (not) that Trump never coined a nickname for Vladimir Putin. When he shouted “Crooked Hillary!” the crowd chanted “Lock her up!” like swearing an oath of allegiance to a brother lodge member. A club you don’t want to be in. Groucho Marx once said he’d never belong to a club that would accept him as a member. Now I understand the analogy.
After each sophomoric slur at an opponent Trump would pause for dramatic effect, head held high, jutting jaw, soliciting applause and admiration for which Mussolini was famous, taking in the crowd like he knew he had them in the palm of his hand. Small hand as it may be.
The crowd laughed when he said “Pocahontas”, “Little Marco”, Pencil-Neck” and “Fat Jerry”, Trump again pausing, smug with the crowd’s approval. I was both engrossed and shocked at the near riotous situation in which I found myself.
My dream continued ...
The 2020 election was nearing and Trump was pouring on the personal insults to his Democratic competitors, and now to a few Republican detractors. But he quickly put Mitt Romney in his place after Romney responded to the now infamous Mueller Report saying he was “sickened” and ‘“appalled” by the President’s behavior. Trump tweeted, “If Mitt Romney spent the same energy fighting Barack Obama as he does fighting Donald Trump, he could have won the race (maybe)!” That seemed to shut Romney up.
Back to the rally ...
Trump continued to rail on about his opponents like a 6th grader who only had the mental capacity to strike out and call names. He couldn’t seem to intellectualize any cohesive thought or engage in a meaningful dialogue other than just the childish insults and repeating himself over and over again struggling to think and talk at the same time, which was becoming Trump’s trademark. His alternate trademark phenomenon, sadly, was that his crowd loved it and cheered him on.
“Crazy Bernie!” ...‘Sleepy Joe!” ...the crowd went nuts!
In my dream, I was thinking, knowing that I was dreaming, but still thinking along a line of consciousness or unconsciousness that resembled rational thought.
Somehow, I was at this Trump rally. Why? I don’t know. It’s just a dream. I was waiting for him to enter and come on stage. The anticipation and excitement in the crowd was both contagious and frightening. I knew I was not a fan of Donald Trump, and never had been. I was familiar with his history and career both personal and professional, as much as any outsider looking in through the news and tabloids can be, but also with some personal insight having worked with him before. But that’s another nightmare.
As Trump entered the arena and walked toward the stage the public address sound system started playing his entrance music. But wait! It wasn’t the familiar Rolling Stones ‘Start Me Up‘ or ‘You Don’t Always Get What You Want‘ (The Stones have asked Trump to stop using their music, Mick Jagger saying that they were not Trump’s “DJ”, but Trump continued to use the music anyway) ...
...but this time the music was the famous theme song from the James Bond 007 movie ‘Goldfinger‘!!! Somebody switched the music! The dramatic opening two cords and the wailing horns were unmistakeable in their familiarity, strength, and demonic meaning. It’ll give you goosebumps. Then, Shirley Bassey’s iconic, mesmerizing voice singing the words from the ‘Goldfinger‘ ballad stunning the crowd with the strength and meaning of the song. “...Golden words he will pour in your ear, but his lies can’t disguise what you hear ...Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin, but don’t go in! ...Pretty girl, beware of this heart of gold, this heart is cold ...”
The crowd went wild for a few seconds, then fell dead silent when they realized the music they were hearing was the “Goldfinger‘ theme song as it played on, “...He loves only gold! ...”
Trump looked shocked. He stopped dead in his tracks looking around, stunned, for someone to explain what was going on. His aides were as confused as he was. What is this ‘Goldfinger‘ music!? This isn’t the right entrance music!!!
After a few more seconds the crowd started to laugh. Trump was obviously shaken. The ‘Goldfinger‘ music kept playing. They were laughing at him. It was more than apparent that the ‘Goldfinger‘ theme song fit him more closely than the Rolling Stones music. The rally was being broadcast by CNN, MSNBC, Fox, and it quickly became apparent to their audiences that, yes, Trump was Goldfinger. He physically looked like the 007 spy nemesis villain and his personality matched the demonic imagery perfectly.
The rally crowd caught on quickly. America caught on. The whole world got the message and they were all laughing at him, at ‘President Goldfinger’.
They never found out who switched the music. Nobody cared. The name stuck as Trump’s Democratic opponents ran with it, reveled in it. No one called him President Trump anymore, he was ‘President Goldfinger‘ both in the press and face to face in televised debates. At first he tried to laugh it off, but he couldn’t. His ego wouldn’t let him. The joke never ended. When his international counterparts, world leaders, started to refer to him as ‘President Goldfinger‘ he just couldn’t get out from under it and it made him furious. He was Goldfinger, the international villain.
Donald Trump got what he gave others, but in spades. He was branded like a heifer under the branding iron. He would be forever known as ‘President Goldfinger‘, even after he lost the 2020 election which would never come to pass because he was removed from office wearing an orange jumpsuit-straightjacket ensemble and matching gold handcuffs.
Hey! It’s my dream. Get your own.
John Kushma is a communication consultant and lives in Logan, Utah.
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Here’s a live performance of the ‘Goldfinger’ theme song by an older Shirley Bassey. I chose this one because it has the lyrics next to the video. The clip is taken from a 2011 British awards show, so bear with the intro. It’s an iconic performance worth watching:
‘Goldfinger’ performed by Shirley Bassey, lyrics by Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley
