The thing with Bush is that he didn't used to be that stumbling of a speaker. If you look at his debates against Ann Richards, he was capable of forming full and complete sentences without sniggering.
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He wouldn't be the first president to be suspected of having a mental problem. People were/are suspicious over Reagan's behaviour while he was president.
Since it's Christmas, and I'm contrary, I have to offer this. I can't bring myself to abandon Burns' original dialect, so suck it up--read at least the first two and last two verses.
quote:
To A Louse On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church
Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely Owre gauze and lace, Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn'd by saunt an sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her--- Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggar's hauffet squattle; There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle; Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle; In shoals and nations; Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there! ye're out o' sight, Below the fatt'rils, snug an tight, Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right, Till ye've got on it--- The vera tapmost, tow'rin height O' Miss's bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out, As plump an grey as onie grozet: O for some rank, mercurial rozet, Or fell, red smeddum, I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't, Wad dress your droddum!
I wad na been surpris'd to spy You on an auld wife's flainen toy Or aiblins some bit duddie boy, On's wyliecoat; But Miss's fine Lunardi! fye! How daur ye do't?
O Jeany, dinna toss your head, An set your beauties a' abread! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin! Thae winks an finger-ends, I dread, Are notice takin!
O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us An foolish notion: What airs in dress an gait wad lea'es us, An ev'n devotion!
-Robert Burns
I know there's a balance, I see it when I swing past. -J. Mellencamp
The thing with Bush is that he didn't used to be that stumbling of a speaker.
Seems completely compatible with someone struggling with a script. I wonder if he got to the point where he figured he already had the job and since Brando didn’t need to learn lines why should he? One of my acting teachers would have us make dialog outlines of scenes. Their view was isn’t wasn’t sufficient enough to learn lines, but you also needed to understand what the point each character was trying to make. He’s tripping over words to the point where it seems his focus is on delivering words and not in conveying ideas.