Posture and Identity
I see lately that Donald Trump at his meetings now sits with his arms crossed tightly around himself, wrapping his body tightly, seemingly holding onto himself for dear life. Trying desperately to keep himself together. His spokesperson brushing the glue of fatuity on what bits seem to be coming apart. Such a contrast in the past with the free swinging style of yesteryear, erect, leaning forward, hands in the air, gesticulating pointedly. He was loose and seemed fearless. Confidence galore. At meetings in the past, basking in the act of signature, displaying it with aplomb. He reeked with self satisfaction and moved with grace and triumph. At best however, a popinjay with a farrago of ideas. It's hard to align Jingoism and professed Christianity. Body language, posture, motion and outward expression have disappeared now into an inward wrapping physically that is reflective of the current state of mind of the gentleman. It also is reflective of his current belief that his country should adopt his posture, wrapped tightly around itself, inward looking, unwilling any longer to be expansive, open, free swinging, but fearful and casuistically protective. Cosseted secrets; now looming destruction. Now up a tree, dogs baying, no higher can he climb, no distance or speed he can run to elude the hunters. No tree high enough. What a turn of events. The posture of the leader. The posture of the party. The posture proposed for the country.
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