Talking head, body language

The leader of the ‘free world’ on my tv screen is barking harsh words aimed at Russia and Bashar al-Assad. His face, stone-cold and emotionless, is trying hard to convey fearlessness and determination.

What remains, if I ignore the face and turn down the sound of my tv set, is a frightened little man, nervously twisting in his seat, completely out of his depth, arms crossed before his chest and tight around his belly as if he’s desperately trying to keep either his breakfast down or his body from falling apart.

The arms of Bashar al-Assad may be chemical, the arms of Donald Trump are chemistry.

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