THE Truth Be Told, the History Channel was RIGHT, about “If WE don’t learn the lessons taught by history, WE are DOOMED to repeat the SAME-O Mistakes.”
SHE wore revealing clothing, but not to increase her sex appeal. She always smiled and warmed the hearts of others which made everyone want to be close to her, but not too close. The young Filipina, Josefina “Joey” Guerrero, led a high-stakes life as a spy in the Philippines during the Second World…
Many of us believe that those who assume positions of power will act with greater wisdom, prudence, and foresight than “ordinary” citizens — as if leaders suddenly cease to be self-interested individuals driven by personal incentives or ideological biases.
All things considered, it would barely touch the primary cause of the government’s current financial woes: it continues to spend more than it can collect from a weak economy.
I WOULD like to highlight a concern regarding the long-term residency permit. Since it has been five years, many permit holders are now renewing their permits or have already applied for renewal this year.
In today’s digital environment, timely replies to emails and phone calls are an essential part of public service. Clear and consistent communication helps ensure that community concerns are acknowledged and addressed, and it strengthens public trust in local government.
THE Truth Be Told, the CNMI would be a very different place IF NOT for African Americans who waged the war for EQUALITY in America, as the indigenous people of the CNMI are also People-Of- Color who are in the SAME Boat with Blacks.
MALOU Berueco’s open letter to Delegate Kimberly King-Hinds prompts me to write about the mistreatment of lawful CNMI Long-Term Residents presently occurring and the confusion surrounding renewal of their documentation as CNMI Long-Term Residents.
A Special Prayer for Lino Mettao Olopai, an ‘Ordinary man who was God’s Extraordinary Gift to his Family, his Carolinian Culture and the CNMI’ – R.I.P!
I AM writing this in a quiet moment, with tears still finding their way down my face, trying to put into words a loss that feels far larger than language.