Where have all the orators go? Trump can't string a sentence together and then repeats himself just to reinforce the rubbish he has just spouted, Boris Johnson hesitates six times in every sentence and reminds me of Billy Bunter with a bad hair cut, Macron at least looks at the camera but he has no oomph when he speaks, even though what he is saying makes more sense than Boris and Trump. Where are the speakers that get your attention, talk intelligently with an easy flow of words, grammatically correct and devoid of acronyms and gobbledegook?
New people have moved in along the street and their son has one of those really noisy, annoying motor bikes. He has been scooting up and down the street all week, revving up and increasing the noise volume. On Saturday Marie Jo came back from her son's house where she does child care during the week. The bike had done several passes when Marie Jo came out of her house and stood squarely in the middle of the road, arms crossed. Having stood her ground with Jean-Pierre over their shared fence, a teenager was child's play, literally. Rising to her full height of about 5 feet, she took possession of the road. the young man came to a halt in front of such a scary sight and listened to her chastisement, although I doubt he could hear anything with his helmet on and the engine still running. Still the determined look on her face was enough as he sloped back to his house. Oh Marie Jo please don't go on Monday.
New people have moved in along the street and their son has one of those really noisy, annoying motor bikes. He has been scooting up and down the street all week, revving up and increasing the noise volume. On Saturday Marie Jo came back from her son's house where she does child care during the week. The bike had done several passes when Marie Jo came out of her house and stood squarely in the middle of the road, arms crossed. Having stood her ground with Jean-Pierre over their shared fence, a teenager was child's play, literally. Rising to her full height of about 5 feet, she took possession of the road. the young man came to a halt in front of such a scary sight and listened to her chastisement, although I doubt he could hear anything with his helmet on and the engine still running. Still the determined look on her face was enough as he sloped back to his house. Oh Marie Jo please don't go on Monday.
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