I WAS watching a championship golf game on TV ya maligno maigo-ho dai. After I woke up, I told my grand that I lost my sleep while watching. Say what? I was going to say, I fell asleep but instead I muttered in Chamorro, podung maigo-yo. You know, this reminds me when I was much younger and handsome when I used to say, eleven the cow.
My mom said, whatever you were talking about Mr. Gonzalo Santos? Mom, in Chamorro nai, it means onsi I guaka. My mom said, ok then, pulan I neni, am going shopping. Mom? Do you mean moon the baby? Well, aren’t these idioms a lot better than when you were on your knees asking our Lord not to let another cut happen? And I am sure that the Americans in Washington would enjoy a little laugh to divert their attention from the looming immigration takeover and minimum wage issues. These two dreaded ideas are not idioms my fellow CNMI U.S. citizens. They are disastrous subjects more than a super-typhoon hitting the CNMI. Don’t we feel the same pain of emptiness as anyone does?
Our economy is nearing death, so give us a break as United States citizens too! Don’t make us think that we are only a “small fish in a big pond.” Okay Washington? But Gonzalo, they don’t know Chamorro. Let them look it up in the dictionary nai Canda.

GONZALO Q. SANTOS
Capitol Hill, Saipan