THE LOWER BOWELL

Me llamo o me llaman staEugenio,o más bien Güen.Mi padre es bien nacionalista y cada vezque me llama lo siento ojo-rozo,pues le recuerda a un amigo del partido que murió en la civilización,El padre Margarito,otro gran amigo de mi padre Juan Jaca,al oír mi nombre me dijo que  venía de una lengua que usaba la iglesia,donde eu significa bueno ,verdadero de buena estirpe,y genere significa nacer. En otras palabras ,soy  el buen nacido.Vivo en Guajataca.el paíz de las poma rozas y estoy de vacaciones.tomé un curso de sexto grado junto con otros de cuarto y quinto con la Srta. Prieto del paíz de las Quebradillas. Concuerdo con Margarito porque al graduarme me dieron el más alto honor de la clase. Yo obtuve una C y el otro graduando C- aquello fue la gran fiesta,hasta mi padre me dijo que sería como su gran maestro Don Pedro.Era genial,pero no conocía mucho  algunas csas y cuando venía a la civilización,me reunía con José Rivera,y el que lo sabe todo, me daba alguna que otra instrucción.casi siempre sólo se  me quedaba.el abrazo que me daba hasta la próxima clase.Tener amigos geniales es una gran cosa aunque no se dejan entender.

Este verano se me presentaron unos dolores debajo del ombligo tirando para la espalda.La espiritista del barrio no pudo  curarme y le pidió a mi padre que fuera a ver al Dr. Lazarinii .Había sido nieto de Galeno.el mejor de los curanderos.Me mandó a hacer como 200 pruebas.Entre ellas tenía que tomarme algo que llaman placas en el paíz de Arecibo.Mi padre y  so nos sentimos muy preocupados.
Nos levantamos de madrugada,para ir a Arecibo al laboratorio Antomateii.Mi padre al ver a José Edgardo,sintió un trasunto.se parecía un amigo de la revolución.Cuando supo que era familia de los Dionisios,se sintió muy feliz y me dijo, ""Hijo hoy estamos de suerte""Gardo me metió en un cuarto y me hizo bajar los calzones. !Que vergüeza,gracia a que uno de mis regalos fue un clzoncillo de bolitas rojas.Para mi Gardo era espiritista,pues le daba con mandarme a respirar y luego a soltar el aire.Lo hizo varia veces.Lo raro era que se escondía cada vez que me mandaba. Termino el asunto y mi padre ,le preguntó a José,como andaba de salud.  Tenía que regresar pue había otro espiritista de más rango para ver lo que pasaba..Como no entendía le pregunte a Gardo,que me había hecho.Allí me explico algo sobre los rayos x y como retrataban el interior de una persona.Aquello era diablesco,nada podía salir bien del embrujo.

Una semana después regresamos,y fuimos con Gardo a buscar el embrujo.Gardo me dijo,"Muchacho tu estas muy bien,lo único es que tu lower bowel esta lleno de heces."" Me fui intranquilo y cuando tuve tiempo volví a donde José Miguel.Me dijo que la cosa no andaba bien porque me estaba convirtiendo en mierda. de la mitad para arriba y de la mitad para abajo.Me puse muy nervioso,pero el me calmó diciéndome que en el mundo habían demasiadas mierdas y como la mía estaba empezando,quizás podría llegar a los 60.Carajo tan bien que me sentí en ni graduación,no sabiendo que era pura mierda lo que me empezaba a crecer en el lowel bowel. Desde ese día soy sencillo,obediente,y muy respetuoso,Sólo espero que mi olor a mierda no los afecte y me sienta rechazado los demás.Tanta manzana para llegar a ser mierda.No termina el asunto habia descubierto en algunos volúmenes de la Biblioteca de Hypatrias destruida por los fanaticos religiosos en alejandría un remedio que pararía l proceso que llamó hecefecación natural.Del circulo de hHypatrias y San cirilo,había un remedio dado por Aristóteles.Consistía en darse tres enemas diarias con café de Arabia.No lo entendí,pero cuando me explico ,como era el remedio,sentí un dolor inmenso,pues era virgen y no podía casarme si perdía la pureza. y sus sugerencias parecían pornográficas.y llena de impurezas diabólicas.Gracias al padre Margarito que me quito de mi gran angustia.Estos sacerdotes lo saben todo.Comencé el remedio aristotélico y me siento como un Tabonuco.Que bueno es vivir rodeado de personas buenas y sabias.Gracias José y gracias Padre Margarito,ustedes son la ospera.Seres bragao,como decimos en mi tierra del Rio Guajataca

NO VIENEN A VERME=AMIGOS DE PAPO RIP

                      

NO VIENEN A Verme

No se que les he hecho a mis amigos, pero hace tiempo que no los veo,ya mis padres y tíos no vienen a mi casa.Mi hogar no es de mucho agrado, pues cuando los vivos vienen por estos lares ,van a ver a mi hijo Dennis, que tiene el carisma de mi madre  . Mi madre le gustaba parlotear  y lo hacía con mucha pericia. Hace tiempo que ni ella ni mi padre vienen a ver a su hijo. Algo parece tenerlos ocupados. Quizás mi padre tenga mucha madera que trabajar y mi madre muchos rompecabezas que llenar. Una vez se van y ya como que se olvidan y si nos tienen en su s recuerdos, tal parece haber una pared de mampostería como la de Lencho el Maestro Barbero. No logro hablar con papito, Don Juan y eso que él y yo contamos con dones. Tenemos algo de espiritualistas. Él odiaba la palabra espiritista. La comparaba con la hechicería. Don Cachucho ,ya no me prepara la tortilla de sardinas ,ni me otorga las empellas. Hasta Zabaleta y su esposa se olvidaron de los bacalaitos inflados, las tripitas, aquellas frituras salidas del estómago,el buche y la pajarilla , de los pulmones de animales como el famoso bofe. Muchos tíos se fueron de viaje y no usan el correo para enviarnos alguno que otro mensajito. Gerardo ,Miguel y el cónsul que anduvieron conmigo, me han olvidado. Ya no siento la voz sonora de las poesías de Don Miguel, los regaños de Gerardo y los cuentos sandinistas de don Alfredo. Amigos como Orlando, Jymmy, Yoyín y Charlie Barreto no pasan por aquí. Cuanto me gustaría darme un trancazo con Clemente y Charlie, aunque se me fuera por el galillo viejo. Minerva la Libertad Lamarque de la calle, Antero su esposo,los vecinos del lugar ya no nos recuerdan. A veces me salen en sueños pero sin mensaje alguno que pueda ilustrar a otros amigos vivos que tengo. Ya no oigo a Rubén ,ni a su padre Baby,en la esquina del rabo del buey .Sola se ha quedado. Don Felipe,con sus aceitunas a tres por centavo. Oscar el hombre del teatro ,Betzy su esposa y costurera,hizo el traje de mi esposa, los huevos de gallina del país que Ratita me llevaba ,la voz    fuerte de Rosalía, Leche Klim, Gollïn con su honda, Trina y el majarete de Agustina, Amalio y sus arepas y la matequilla blanca en vasitos de mantecado,Don Carmelo, Lalo, los Drs Silva y Rios. Manuela le ayudo religiosamente a mi madre. Gelo tenía la mente de un García Márquez su macondo. Noelia fue mi enfermera .Manuela la maestra de catecismo de mi madre.Gracias a ella fue dos o tres veces a la iglesia. Manolo con sus chicharones y Orlando con sus pastelillosde queso.

Ventura y su esposa con las alcapurrrias pequeñas para poderlas comprar los pobres estudiantes de la Betances. Carlos era muy querido por mi madre y mis hijos.Que les habrá pasado a tantos seres queridos. Permita Dios que no se queden solos ,como la canción de Marco Antonio o como restos de tumbas blancas de Monserrat el catalán. Ni mucho menos como la tumbas de Cristo, bonitas por fuera pero llenas de podredumbres. No deseo eso para mis amigos, hermanos del alma. Soy cobarde pero que bueno sería saber de ustedes aunque el susto me suba la presión Si acaso pudieran oírme, quiero decirles que los amo y que solo la enfermedad de Jaime ,me los quitará de la mente. Recurerdo el Matadero,lugar de duelos y a Ña y su familia,los cirujanos del Mtatadero.Había un recogedor de basura gordo,muy parecido a Ñeco,el vendedor de chinas.Marcos hombre de mangas arrolladas .Aquellas mujeres que bajaban de la mejor calle de mi pueblo,la del Carmen,bonitas como flores.Ya no se olle el fotuto de anslmo y chana no viaja tan hermosamente vestida con tantas alhajas y sonaderas. No vemos bajar la yegua de don yico,ni al hombre de la lata equilibrada de agua en su cabeza.pasando por casa de Doña lela y Mister Badías.Jorge Riquelme ya no se luce con sus patines en la ya no se oyen sus petardo de misa navideña.Güen se nos fué muy mal herido,y amonco,a los dos migueles,no los ncerraron en la revuelta nacionalista junto con aquel jaca barbero del maestro Albizu

Hay muchísimos más personas, pero no hay papel, para tantos.

ALFREDO ORTEGA SANDINITA QUEBRADILLANO

Sandinista Boricua

(  De Papo Vives para su hermano Alfredo Ortega V(B)ado)

                 

                  

Sandinista Boricua

                            (  De Papo Vives para su amigo Don Alfredo Ortega Vado)

                                            De allende de los mares

                                               Patria del bardo Darío

                                               Y del General Sandino

                                                Nacionalista de los buenos

                                                 Nada mas y nada menos

                                                 Es el nominativo de Alfredo

                                                 Apellido Ortega el hombre

                                                 De quien hablar deseo.

                                               Ya niño batallo con las tropas

                                               de su ilustre general Sandino

                                                  cruzó ríos y altas montañas

                                                  de la agreste Nicaragua

                                                  quien una vez naciera a

                                                  orillas de lago granadino,

                                                   asesinado Agusto Cesar

                                                   en vil patraña americana.

                                                   A la Patria de Zapata

                                                   y del ilustre Pancho Villa

                                                   llegose el desterrado Vado

                                                   En busca de mejor fortuna.

                                                    Un día presentose a la

                                                    A la patria de Franklin

                                                     y allí en fiesta americana

                                                     locamente enamorado quedó

                                                     de una hermosa borincana.

                                                     Muchos años han pasado

                                                     de aquel encuentro dulce

                                                     y hoy el Vado nicaragüense

                                                     en patriota boricua convertido

THE FLAG OF PR ALEX BARTH

The flag of Puerto Rico. (Alex Barth / Wikimedia Commons)

One hundred years ago today, on March 2, 1917, more than one million Puerto Ricans were granted United States citizenship. It wasn’t exactly a gift. Exactly one month later, on April 2, President Woodrow Wilson asked Congress for a declaration of war on Germany. The point of extending citizenship to Puerto Ricans was to get about 20,000 more bodies into the World War.

The centennial of that dubious bestowal makes now a good time to kick the tires and see whether citizenship ended up being a vehicle for human development or a beat-up car that only benefited its dealer.

After one hundred years of citizenship, US federal agencies control the island’s currency, banking system, international trade, foreign relations, shipping and maritime laws, TV, radio, postal system, immigration, Social Security, customs, transportation, military, import-export regulations, environmental controls, coastal operations, air space, civil and criminal appeals, and judicial code.

After one hundred years of citizenship, the per capita income of Puerto Ricans is roughly $15,200—half that of Mississippi, the poorest state in the union. Yet in the last five years alone, the government raised the retirement age, increased worker contributions, and lowered public pensions and benefits. It also hiked the water rates by 60 percent, raised the gasoline and sales taxes (the latter to 11.5 percent), and allowed electricity rates to skyrocket. In 2013–14 alone, 105 different taxes were raised in Puerto Rico. But this was not enough.

After one hundred years of citizenship, Puerto Ricans are prohibited from managing their own economy, negotiating their own trade relations, or setting their own consumer prices. Puerto Rico has been little more than a profit center for the United States: first as a naval coaling station, then as a sugar empire, a cheap labor supply, a tax haven, a captive market, and now as a a municipal bond debtor and target for privatization. It is an island of beggars and billionaires: fought over by lawyers, bossed by absentee landlords, and clerked by politicians.

After one hundred years of citizenship, Puerto Ricans enjoy the media images of the American dream and the underside of the US Constitution. They are free to be poor, under-educated and unemployed; free to be invisible and unheard; free to lose their homes to Wall Street; free to flee the island in utter desperation, as hundreds of thousands have done in recent years.

Sure, Puerto Ricans are free—free to be poor, under-educated, unemployed, invisible, unheard.

After one hundred years of citizenship, Puerto Ricans know that that their homeland was invaded, its wealth exploited, its patriots persecuted and jailed. But they continue to suffer in solitude, their cause largely ignored even by those in the United States who generally pay attention to such suffering “abroad.” Separated by an ocean, a language, and a century of propaganda, they are more unnoticed than Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man, and more forgotten than Macondo, the town in Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude.

For Puerto Rico, the legacy of the American Century is a schizophrenic existence. Puerto Ricans are both citizens and colonial subjects of the United States. They have a legislature whose will can be vetoed by Congress. They have been conscripted to take up arms and die on foreign shores for the United States, but they are not permitted to vote for its president. Now a board elected by nobody, either in the United States or in Puerto Rico, will govern the island as a de facto collection agency for hedge funds and Wall Street speculators.

The 20th century opened with lavish promises for Puerto Ricans. On July 28, 1898, General Nelson Miles of the United States Army hoisted the Stars and Stripes atop the municipal flagpole in Ponce, on the southern coast of Puerto Rico, and told the island’s inhabitants that the United States had arrived “to bring you protection, not only to yourselves but to your property, to promote your prosperity…and to give…the advantages and blessings of enlightened civilization.”

The words were magnificent, but their delivery depended upon the United States Congress, which has jurisdiction over the entire government and economy of Puerto Rico. In effect, Puerto Ricans are perpetually subject to the moods and whims of a few hundred politicians, over 1,500 miles away, in Washington, DC.

The politicians were indeed whimsical. On the floor of the Senate, Joseph B. Foraker of Ohio insisted that Puerto Ricans “have no experience which would qualify them for the great work of government with all the bureaus and departments needed by the people of Porto Rico.” William B. Bate, a Democrat from Tennessee who had served as a major general in the Confederate Army, shared the most precise information. Puerto Ricans and Filipinos, he said, were “heterogeneous mass of mongrels…hostile to Christianity,” as well as “savages addicted to head-hunting and cannibalism.”

From the very outset, then, a herd of misinformed senators viewed Puerto Ricans as too brown, dumb, and foreign to qualify as human beings, let alone United States citizens. This early de-humanization of an entire island was the precursor to a century and more of theft, usury, and deception.

In a textbook illustration of Naomi Klein’s “shock doctrine,” Puerto Rico suffered an immediate barrage of economic hits. An 1899 hurricane leveled the island, destroying thousands of farms and an estimated $7 million worth of the year’s coffee crop. Rather than send relief, the United States government devalued the island’s currency by 40 percent. Overnight, by congressional whim, every Puerto Rican lost nearly half their net worth. In 1901, Congress imposed an unprecedented assortment of land and property taxes in order to pay for the “bureaus and departments” of Charles Herbert Allen, the island’s first US-appointed civil governor.

Allen ruled for just over a year. Within weeks of sending his First Annual Report to President William McKinley, Allen resigned and rushed to Wall Street. As a vice president of two House of Morgan subsidiaries, he built the largest sugar syndicate in the world with a little help from his friends in Puerto Rico. By 1907, Allen’s company controlled 98 percent of the sugar refining capacity in the United States. Today his company is known as Domino Sugar.

In short, Allen hard-wired the entire Puerto Rican economy for his own personal benefit, and injected over 600 US expatriates into the government of Puerto Rico. These expats then returned the favor, by delivering Allen a sugar kingdom.

With crippled farms, higher taxes, and 40 percent less cash than they had before, Puerto Rican farmers soon lost their land. By 1928, 80 percent of Puerto Rico’s sugar cane farms were US-owned; four US-owned cane syndicates covered over half the island’s arable acreage. The insular railroad systems, trolleys, and the San Juan seaport were also US-owned, along with much of the island’s infrastructure.

Thus, within one generation of the American occupation of the island, the promises to Puerto Rico regarding the protection of property, promotion of prosperity, and “blessings of enlightened civilization” were exposed as a complete sham.

The financial control board is now the de facto government, banker, judge, jury, and executioner of Puerto Rico.

The crony capitalism of the early 1900s was quickly institutionalized by the US Congress. The Merchant Marine Act of 1920—also called the Jones Act—required that all ships delivering goods to Puerto Rico had to be built in the United States and owned by United States citizens. The Jones Act is a de facto price-fixing scheme which enables US corporations to charge up to 20 percent more for all goods sold on the island. Due to this scheme, the same car costs $6,000 more in San Juan than on the mainland. The scheme has made this tiny island, smaller than Connecticut, a captive consumer market for US products. There are more Walmarts and Walgreens per square mile in Puerto Rico, than anywhere else on the planet, all selling US goods at a hyper-inflated profit.

Until 2006, IRS code 936 provided US manufacturers and pharmaceutical companies in Puerto Rico with tax abatement deals. Now, in 2017, Acts 20 and 22 passed by the Puerto Rico legislature provide US corporations and wealthy investors with another tax abatement on all interest, dividend, and capital gains income. This tax haven status has enabled John Paulson—the hedge-fund billionaire, subprime mortgage speculator, and fervent supporter of Donald Trump—to buy the AIG building in Hato Rey, the Condado Vanderbilt Hotel, La Concha Renaissance Hotel, St. Regis Bahia Beach Resort, and the San Juan Beach Hotel. He has also invested in Banco Popular, the island’s largest bank.

After the expiration of IRS 936 in 2006, municipal bonds became all the rage. Their triple tax-exempt status—from federal, state, or local taxes—offered a quick financial return with robust annual yields. Many of them violated Puerto Rico’s constitutional debt ceiling. Others were naked Ponzi schemes, issued as interest payments to well-connected bondholders. Still others were purchased for pennies on the dollar, by vulture funds that now insist on a full dollar’s profit. These financial instruments—as dubious as the “credit default swaps” and “collateralized debt obligations” of the subprime mortgage meltdown—have plunged Puerto Rico into a public debt of $72 billion, a daunting figure that amounts to almost three-quarters of the island’s gross domestic product.

For over a century, one “economic development” scheme after another has been rolled down a red carpet stretching from Wall Street to San Juan. The latest caper is the Financial Control Board.

Last year, through some celestial alchemy or Beltway coincidence, all three branches of the US federal government confirmed, on the very same day, that Puerto Rico is still a colony. On June 9, 2016, in Puerto Rico v. Sanchez Valle, the US Supreme Court agreed with the Obama administration’s argument that Puerto Rico is a territorial possession of the United States, with no political or juridical sovereignty whatsoever. That same day, the House of Representatives passed the Puerto Rico Oversight, Management, and Economic Stability Act (PROMESA) to create a financial control board empowered to manage the entire Puerto Rican economy.

The financial control board is now the de facto government, banker, judge, jury, and executioner of Puerto Rico. It will supervise and approve the entire Commonwealth budget; reduce or eliminate public pensions; restructure the public workforce (meaning, fire government employees); preside over all leases, union contracts and collective bargaining agreements; and ensure the payment of debt obligations.

The financial control board also has prosecutorial powers. It can hold hearings, demand evidence, secure government records, and subpoena witnesses—and anyone who fails to testify or appear can be held in contempt of court. This includes any public official in Puerto Rico, up to and including its governor.

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Astoundingly, the financial control board can also receive gifts with no restriction on who gives them or in what amount. That this is an influence peddler’s dream apparently did not trouble the drafters of the PROMESA bill, or the 297 congressional representatives and 68 senators who voted for it. Equally astounding is that several members of the financial control board are the same bankers who helped to create, and profited from, the island’s current debt crisis.

In their very first meeting, the financial control board announced its jurisdiction over the entire Commonwealth government and about two dozen state agencies, including the University of Puerto Rico, the Puerto Rico Electrical and Power Authority, the Puerto Rico Aqueduct and Sewer Authority, the central bank, the public retirement systems, the Housing Finance Authority, and the Puerto Rico Tourism Company.

Under financial control board pressure, the Commonwealth has already announced the closure and sale of over 300 public school buildings and an impending cut of $300 million from the University of Puerto Rico budget. The financial control board has also requested a 10 percent cut in the government retirement system; an increase in tax collections and penalties; and cutbacks in health, education, and pension expenditures. A minimum wage cut to $4.25 for those between the ages of 20 and 24 is under discussion, and since Puerto Rico recently defaulted on bond payments of $312 million on February 1, 2017, a further wave of austerity demands is expected from the board.

These cuts will still not be enough. The debt service alone on the island’s $72 billion debt will be nearly $6 billion annually: $4 billion on its general obligation bonds and $1.81 billion for the electric power authority and the aqueduct and sewer authority. With a population of more than 3.4 million, this means that every man, woman, and child in Puerto Rico will be paying more than $1,500 per year just to cover the interest on Puerto Rico’s public debt. Since per capita income barely exceeds $15,000, this would represents 10 percent of everyone’s personal income.

With a shrinking tax base, Puerto Ricans are unable to meet this crushing debt burden. Eventually the FCB will convert any institutions burdened by unpaid debt into so-called P3s—public private partnerships—which should actually be called P5s: public-private partnerships for the plunder of Puerto Rico. One of these is already providing an outrageous return on investment to Goldman Sachs for the next 30-plus years, from tolls on the island’s busiest highways. By the time the FCB completes its mandate, the entire public infrastructure will likely be privatized, turning the island into one giant ATM in the Caribbean.

Within six months of its creation, the extent of FCB power, jurisdiction, and willingness to inflict austerity have earned it a new and more intuitive name: Junta Colonial.

On the island, opposition to the financial control board is vocal and widespread. As of June 2016 a campamento against the board, similar to the Occupy Wall Street camp in Zuccotti Park, has occupied the capitol grounds in San Juan. The campamento has grown continuously, spoken loudly, and is drawing international attention.

Virtually every town in Puerto Rico—including San Juan, Fajardo, Ponce, Mayagüez, Arecibo, Aguadilla and the island of Vieques—has seen massive protests against the financial control board. Over 50 non-profit organizations and 18 labor unions have rallied and organized against it.

In a speech to the Puerto Rico Bar Association, Judge Juan Torruella—the longest-sitting federal judge in Puerto Rican history—thundered that “the main purpose of PROMESA is to establish a collection agency to collect the monies owed to the bondholders” and the imposition of a financial control board “represents the most disrespectful, anti-democratic, and colonial act that has ever been seen in the course of our relationship with the US.” Both statements received an equally thunderous standing ovation, from over 400 attorneys in attendance.
During a rock concert in front of over 20,000 people last October, a man was arrested for replacing a United States flag with a Puerto Rican one, in protest against the FCB. As recently as February 23, thousands of demonstrators surrounded the capital building in San Juan to protest the FCB budget cuts to the University of Puerto Rico.
In every corner of the island, public resentment is growing, and the strains of police containment along with it. It’s a flammable combination. The island is in turmoil, and with each new FCB austerity announcement, it comes closer to exploding.
If it occurs, this explosion will be kindled by decades of frustration and a century of colonial solitude. After 100 years of citizenship, Puerto Ricans are being patronized to death. Exploited by bankers, deceived by politicians, ignored by journalists, they have nowhere left to turn.
In a speech to the Puerto Rico Bar Association, Judge Juan Torruella—the longest-sitting federal judge in Puerto Rican history—thundered that “the main purpose of PROMESA is to establish a collection agency to collect the monies owed to the bondholders” and the imposition of a financial control board “represents the most disrespectful, anti-democratic, and colonial act that has ever been seen in the course of our relationship with the US.” Both statements received an equally thunderous standing ovation, from over 400 attorneys in attendance.
During a rock concert in front of over 20,000 people last October, a man was arrested for replacing a United States flag with a Puerto Rican one, in protest against the FCB. As recently as February 23, thousands of demonstrators surrounded the capital building in San Juan to protest the FCB budget cuts to the University of Puerto Rico.
In every corner of the island, public resentment is growing, and the strains of police containment along with it. It’s a flammable combination. The island is in turmoil, and with each new FCB austerity announcement, it comes closer to exploding.
If it occurs, this explosion will be kindled by decades of frustration and a century of colonial solitude. After 100 years of citizenship, Puerto Ricans are being patronized to death. Exploited by bankers, deceived by politicians, ignored by journalists, they have nowhere left to turn.