Cap Mandrake
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*******Village of Sepi, SE tip of Santa Isabel Is., Solomons, June 30, 1942******* Village Chief, Sepi: ...No, dis call Sepi Bay. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: Sepi Bay is no good Chief. It has no hook. Village Chief, Sepi: Chief no want hook. Chief no like fish. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: It's not a literal hook, chief, it's a marketing term. Look at it this way. The US Navy could pick a thousand spots to land around here. They haven't been here Chief. They are just going by the maps and the maps they get from me say "Thousand Ships Bay". Now, where would you rather have a base, Sepi Bay or Thousand Ships Bay? Village Chief, Sepi: Thousand ships no fit here. Thousand canoes no fit here. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: You know that Chief and I know that but the US Navy doesn't know that. Look, Chief, it's like this. You like cargo right? Village Chief, Sepi: Yes, Chief like cargo. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: Right, so if you want cargo it has to be Thousand Ships Bay. Village Chief, Sepi: OK, Thousand Ships Bay. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: You have to sell it. Village Chief, Sepi: What sell? Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: Not sell literally Chief. I mean you have to pretend it has ALWAYS been Thousand Ships Bay. Village Chief, Sepi: OK, Chief sell. Thousand Ships Bay. Chief understand. Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: Right, now the next thing is zoning regulations. Village Chief, Sepi: What zoning regulations? Young Man in Fine Linen Slacks: You know, restrictive easements, mosquito abatement fees, sewage bond fees, application fees yada, yada, yada. They want a base. Once they land they aren't going anywhere. You just nickel and dime them to death. Village Chief, Sepi: OK, Chief like yada, yada, yada..........
< Message edited by Cap Mandrake -- 12/30/2010 7:00:22 PM >
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