Baby Sleep Persuasive Speech

“How did you and the baby sleep?” “Very well.” “Are you comfortable with the babysitter?” “Yeah. Edward’s an easy baby; he won’t give her any problems.” “Good. Did Crocco tell you about our plans to move you off the estate tonight?”
“No.”
“We have men searching the suburbs for a nice place. I’ll have a generator hooked up for you. Hopefully, we can find a house that still has wiring intact and a well so we can hook a generator directly into the electrical box and get the water pump, hot water heater, and lights working.” “That’s very kind of you,” Tabitha said. “I can’t thank you enough. But it’s not necessary, we won’t be staying long.”
“We’ll see about that; I’m going to do my best to talk you into staying for a little while, at least.
How can you even ask why? Look at what we’ve become. Look at the suffering across the land. We were wrong. We were so blind, and so wrong. The Movement destroyed this nation. I was the face of that destruction while you helped pave the path to anarchy through your policy work. We owe it to the throngs of people suffering out there to make every effort to roll back the forces we unleashed.” “Even if you could convince me of the why, how do you propose to begin this counter-movement?” The horses reached the castle at the top of Sleeping Giant. Tabitha and William dismounted. William tied the reins around low hanging branches, lifted a picnic lunch out of a saddlebag, and led Tabitha to the top of the castle. William spread out a blanket and set up a lunch of fried chicken, cornbread, hardboiled eggs, and canned peaches. Tabitha stared down from the top of Sleeping Giant while William set up the picnic lunch. William joined her and stared out over the crumbling remains of Quinnipiac University. They watched smoke and smog choke New Haven and blanket Long Island Sound. “There’s your why,” Tabitha said, waving her hand out over the wasteland. “What?” William
William, you’re blind; don’t believe a goddamned thing that you read on that Movement newsfeed. It’s all sanitized propaganda. Here’s the truth: Edward Birch has unleashed chaos and anarchy on this nation. I believe that was his goal from the very beginning, to use The Movement to unleash war, pestilence, famine, and death on the United States. He used the promise of liberty and freedom to soften us up, and push aside all the structures that stood in the way of anarchy. He conned Americans into believing that the natural state of man is liberty and free will; it is not, the natural state of man is war and death in all its’ miserable forms. All those social contracts and government structures we fought so hard to destroy were actually a thin bulwark against chaos. Edward Birch is no hero; he is a demon. Trust me, I know. I’ve stared deeply into his beady, black eyes; I’ve been held in his cloven hands; I’ve smelt the sulfur and brimstone on my body when he’s finished raping my flesh. He is a dark force that is reveling in the wrath and ruin that has befallen this