Does Trump’s actions better mimic the films of Charlie Chaplin and Mel Brooks?

Where have you seen this horribly bad, really bad movie? Are we really going through Washington, the equivalent of “Plan from Space 9”?

(Reader alert! The following doodles are from a former film critic who was a man of a certain age and spent more time in a darker room than the sturampet. So there are some vague references to popular culture.

All-five-Cramden’s president, with all his financial insights, decided on an unfounded whim (known as common sense tariffs) to push the global financial system into a meltdown and blow up the Bazzil of wealth. What image comes to mind? Charlie Chaplin, the leader of “Great Dictator,” tominia, willingly bouncing off the giant beachball-sized earth of the world he is trying to rule.

Until the earth contracts. The art of imitating life.

Mar-A-Lago’s Il Duce claims that Greenland will join the US. And what do we hear in the background? Groucho Marx Reeling at Margaret Dumont is heading towards the lineage of “hail soup” in “hail, hail freedonia”.

Foreign aid gets boots. Public health is breathless in the air. Don’t think about visiting a national park. Meanwhile, Bedminster’s Blofeld strokes his pet Big Mac and orders Le Siful, like his own personal James Bond, to fire another 100,000 people just for his enjoyment. Would someone be shocked if Elon Musk started crying blood?

(Reader alerts! The next paragraph contains a truly inexplicable reference. A henscratcher cannot help himself.)

Are there any relief from all of this? Perhaps the trembling Republicans, when you witness the infinite giant Maria, were gently afraid to suggest that a crazy Guggenheim would lead us, you simply to ease the tension – maybe the good old three storge pie battles are orderly?

And our dear friends take us to Mel Brooks.

Laura Rumer, a 31-year-old conspiracy theorist who makes Alex Jones look like Diogenes, claims that 9/11 was an internal job, numerous school shootings were forged, and Casey DeSantis, wife of Florida Gov. Ron DeSantis, had no real cancer.

Rumer, of course – and this is where the horse whine needs to be inserted from Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein” with mere mention of her name – looms large as a key adviser to the Lepetman government in Potomac.

This is the question for you. Is it possible that even Trump is afraid of a completely indifferent Rumer? Tell me what the horse whines.

(Reader Alerts! The above were references to Michael Douglas and the Glenn Close Kinky thriller “Fatal Charm.”

Ah, what a god! Yes, please admit that. Every time you see the border czar Tom Homan, you think: a) Mango and b) “Burning Saddle” campfire fart scene.

This is a worrying idea. Are you simply afraid of the day when Colonel Kurtz of Queens announced that he had decided to replace the national anthem with “Hitler’s Spring”?

With one possible exception to “The Godfather Part II,” it is undoubtedly true that the sequel is always worse than the original source material. Also, “Trump 2. Ah, no!” is definitely true, but the country is in the grip of Luka Brasy meeting Fredo.

But if he wasn’t walking around with a cheesy suit and carrying a nuclear cord, would this second curtain be entitled to lead Grand Fenwick, a small fictional country from a series of comedic novels that include titles about raucous mice?

“A lice that roared” perhaps?

Do you have any hope? It’s not immediately. But there may be some cathartic reactions, although instantaneous.

Run your imagination. “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” never offers any kind of proxy fantasies.

Graham Chapman’s King Arthur runs through the land on a fake coconut-filled horse, bequeathed by the “constitutional peasants” over his royal status, and more than anything, as a French castle guard offering to commit physical functions in a general direction.

I have to do it for now.

And “It’s everyone!”