You know what I mean. The prez sits in an easy chair. Some foriegn big shot sits across from him in another easy chair. They chat in front of the press and maybe answer a few questions.
Bleahh! They look like two old DAR ladies having tea. This is America flexing its might before the world?
I want to go back to the “old school” of summit diplomacy: two gruff, bulldoglike leaders (they get points if they chomp on cigars) flanked by a cloud of doting underlings emerge from a columnfronted building with a signed document which they hold high in the air as they shake their fists at the sky and announce the ultimate demise of their enemies. They curtly answer one or two questions from the press, but only as they race down the stairs to their waiting limos which whisk them off to some other earthshatteringly important meeting.