From today’s personal Facebook feed. (I’m better behaved on my author page. Honest!)
Reading the latest celebrity news out of Washington, my Pentagon analyst—er, writer brain started making a list:
– Orders inappropriate menu choices (overdone steak with ketchup, red wine with fish—same difference), From Russia with Love
– Cheats at golf, Goldfinger
– Owns sinister, overpriced resort in Florida, Thunderball
– Surrounds himself with aggressively perfect specimens of female pulchritude young enough for his daughter to babysit (Moonraker, Goldfinger, Thunderball, View to a Kill, Tomorrow Never Dies, etc., etc., etc.)
All we’re missing is “Throws underlings who disappoint him into his personal shark tank” from Dr. No—no wait, that’s how he uses the press.
Yep, if 45 were a character in a movie, right about now M would be ordering 007 to investigate.
You’re welcome, Hollywood.
The rest of you, blame Darling Spouse Greg Uchrin. This morning he woke me up by announcing in his best Sean Connery imitation: “He cheats at golf.”
Naturally, Darling Spouse couldn’t leave it at that. He promptly posted this comment from another of our favorite movies, His Girl Friday:
Hildy: ‘While hundreds of Sheriff Hartwell’s paid gunmen stalked through the city shooting innocent bystanders, spreading their reign of terror, Earl Williams was lurking less than twenty yards from the Sheriff’s Office where…’ Walter (dismayed): Wait a minute, wait a minute, aren’t you going to mention the Post? Doesn’t the paper get any credit? Hildy: Well, honey, I did that. Right there in the second paragraph. Walter: Who’s gonna read the second paragraph? Listen honey, for ten years, I’ve been telling ya how to write a newspaper story and that’s all I get?
Thirty-three years of togetherness—that’s what it looks like, folks. 🙂
PS, Feel free to follow the links if you’re interested to see the rest:
My personal Facebook page
My author page
Any PR in a storm…
