Superstorm USPL 110-229

The impending fatal storm of economic devastation from across the sea has started making landfall in the islands. Call it Superstorm USPL 110-229. It started gathering strength since six years ago.

The NMI knows the fatal storm is coming but treated it as a “banana” typhoon. The erratic storm has since shifted into a super-typhoon! It has begun wreaking havoc in private industries throughout the archipelago.

The law is federal policy we challenged unsuccessfully. The court highlighted the sovereign rights of the federal government on immigration. Th NMI only wanted the opportunity to strengthen its economic foundation through realistic immigration policy that supports development plans.

Yet the agreement didn’t absolve our national government from providing opportunities for the NMI to attain a “progressively higher standard of living.” The impending disaster is contrary to its obligation under the Covenant. It must review the dire effects of a highly destructive policy.

The first group of 902ers dropped the ball alluding to NMI representation in the U.S. Congress as sufficient. Sufficient? Representation? It should have followed through seeking measures from the feds to cushion the $7-billion in revenue loss when the apparel industry shut down. The loss was dovetailed by another major economic contraction when Japanese investments took an exodus in recent past.

The pattern of bankruptcy hurled against territories by the U.S. Congress is appalling. They’re policies designed for single sweep devastation. It’s premised on the obvious insensitivity of establishment types—both sides of the aisle—that have lost connection with ordinary citizens.

The U.S. Congress is scrambling to bailout Puerto Rico with its $72-billion deficit. The territory took a downward spiral in revenue when Congress annihilated the lucrative pharmaceutical industry. It has done the same here when it imposed USPL 110-220. It simply ruined investment prospects exacerbated by internal negligence.

In the interim, the NMI must buckle down to pinning what federal policy says to exact the right protocol. The WH isn’t interested and not with Obama’s Toiletarian rule which places greater importance on easing negative rhetoric on Islamic Terrorist over the safety of our countrymen. Any further use of polysyllables struggling to sound like Abe Lincoln isn’t going to cut it either.

Please repeal USPL 110-229! We definitely deserve our economic freedom as citizens of the most powerful and prosperous country the world over!

Lingo in paradise
It is rumored that the 902 SearsRoebuck Team was seen standing at the corner of 13K in DC chanting, “Chupa lai, chupa lai, chupa lai.” Hell, even prostitutes were amused and thought we were soliciting in Arabic. It’s about our economic freedom!

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Elsewhere, our police officers stick to the term “incarcerated” which simply means jailed. They prefer the $64 word and boast it in conversations.

DOC started spreading “virgin” when manhandling detainees. Seezzzz!

Cabinet members regurgitate the term “collaboration”. Makes ‘em feel suspiciously smart.

But I much prefer the word commonly used in the villages: CORRUPTION! Even if you say it accidently you see political loyalists cringe quickly running for cover!

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Among chronic diabetics you hear the tune “Sugar”, a rock song by the Archies years ago. And they rip it with gusto while gobbling tons of sugary pastries and donuts slammed home with heavily sugared drinks.

I love this group of patients for sharing a commonality: plug their ears so they won’t have to take doctors’ advice until they’re being prepped for amputation. Tells you Sugar is King in these islands. Dios mihu!

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It was a rainy day when Magoo was running to the Post Office to drop his letter. It fell right smack into a mud puddle. He picked it up and noticed it was sealed tightly. He looked around and found a friend nearby. He related that he forgot to include one more issue. His friend recommended that he opens it and place PS followed by what he wanted to add. He asked, “What is PS?” said his friend, “Ai, ‘Porgot Something’!”

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Our lingo could get us into the wrong pronunciation with English words. Chamorros have mastered using “fodder” for father. I mean there’s no “th” in our language. Thus our love for Mr. D!

Japanese pronounced “L” with the letter “R”. A Japanese asked a Marshallese if the “Marshalls Erection is finish.” Said the man from Majuro, “Oh no! Marshallese erection is never finish. Always rong!” (Laughter). I think the word is election.

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“Don’t say…” My friend Magoo is an unsuspecting and happy person. He and I would talk of a myriad of issues and either agree to agree or agree to disagree or remain disagreeable with civility.

In this conversation we started sliding into corrupt public officials who have emerged in recent past and the living dead pacing the streets of Garapan.

He related seeing an agent of a huge corporation slip an envelop into his boss’ shirt pocket. “I’m sure it wasn’t a “get-well-card,” you now, but don’t say.” He added that his smooth but deceitful boss must have deposited it (check) at a bank outside the NMI to derail paper trail investigation.

Lia chimed that she’s heard of elected officials wrestling with integrity on imperial Capital Hill being on the payroll of a generous corporate donor. “Each is paid about $5,000 a month or $60,000 per year in addition to their government salaries for a grand total of $99,500.”

Said Magoo, “It’s a hefty sum no wonder Da Boysis seem happily contented. But don’t say…lai.” Call it human frailty but I get tummy chuckles the struggle by officials to keep a straight face after wholesaling their integrity.

There’s our history of Islas De Las Ladrones versus the irony of my friends whispering, “Don’t say!”