Nevertheless, we now have a phenomenon that is the political equivalent of the bull in the china shop. The bigger worry, though, is that he may end up being the bull in the China shop - capital "C".
The (fictional) nuclear button is red, and perhaps portentously so, given Mr Trump's vainglorious quest to "make America great again".
His particular combination of hubris and bombast might well prove to be the losing combo that tries to out-bluff China with a nuclear-fuelled busted flush, consigning Earth to the same fate as planet Zok.
And perhaps that should be a capital "B" for bull, too. For Trump is also reminiscent of the original John Bull - the British caricature depicting a florid, jingoistic squire with a loud Union Jack waistcoat and matching sentiments.
Woe betide parasitic foreign types who threaten the sanctity of the Englishman's home and hearth, his God-given right to kipper breakfasts and roast beef and horseradish sauce dinners, or licence to asset-strip as many hapless colonies as possible.
Trump's firebrand pre-election rhetoric is still steaming somewhere out there in the electronic ether. Nato was a deal with the devil, the CIA the latter's henchman, and the One China policy a fraud.
Just a few weeks behind the Oval Office desk and, apparently, now Mr Trump just loves all of the above, and the principals won't believe how much he, the president, is going to back them.
Clearly the earthbound Zok rocket was over-exposed passing through the Van Allen radiation belt, and the swaddled brain of the infant Trump accordingly pan fried. It may also explain his somewhat unearthly orange patina.
Speaking of animal kingdom figures, perhaps New Zealand's closest equivalent to a more contemporary John Bull might be Piggy Muldoon - the leader of a political party supposedly championing free trade and enterprise, but who, with equal doses of bluster, arrogance and bullying, ran a controlled economy second only to Albania.
Yet the day the 1984 Labour government took office was a day of national mourning for all political cartoonists and satirists. Piggy - the walking, talking ready-made self-caricature - was usurped, and verily the cartoonists and satirists wept and gnashed their teeth at their loss.
Conversely, lampooners throughout the world are now selfishly rejoicing in the anointing of a new champion - and never mind the collateral casualties. What's more, he's a champion, who - along with his relatives and minions - threatens to outdo all who have gone before in divine lampoonability.
Saturday Night Live is already enjoying its highest ratings in decades. Check out SNL's Melissa McCarthy spoofs on White House press secretary Sean Spicer to see why.
Between Donald, Ivanka, Melania, Spicer, spokesperson Kellyanne Conway, Veep Pence, and a staff of assorted fundamentalists, imperialists, xenophobes and running dog capitalists, we finally have a cast whose capacity to be the butt of all jokes out-butts even Kim Kardashian's.
If only the Donald can manage to keep his finger off that malevolent red button in the meantime.
