Why I don't dismiss Donald Trump out of hand.

A demagogue with silly hair getting crowds riled up with promises of restoring the lost glory of the country and also, mainly, racism, being completely dismissed by most people as unelectable, because he is so obviously crazy that nobody would vote for him, so there's nothing to worry about.

... I dunno. That sounds familiar somehow...

You always notice the things that they get wrong...

Lis and I are watching THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E. Napoleon Solo is in a central American jungle, with, of course, a beautiful blonde who's there for no reason which has yet been adequately explained -- and we hear a jaguar scream.

And then we see the cats. The cheetahs.

And Lis and I look at each other. "Well, obviously the cheetahs sound like jaguars. They're immigrants, and had to learn the local language." "Maybe they're exchange students?"

It later IS established that the bad guy BROUGHT them, but still... jaguar noises. Which, honestly, I get. Cheetahs make the least threatening noises of any cats. Yes, including housecats. Housecats make scarier noises than cheetahs. Cheetahs make adorable cheeps and chirrups. Housecats can at least hiss and yowl.

Then Lis starts singing Christina Aguilera, "Ohhh, I've got the moves like jaguar..."