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There are over 300,000 members of the Navajo Nation and a percentage of that population has experienced being elected to a number of political positions.

The one issue that has not been brought up by any of the Navajo Nation presidential candidates in the 2018 elections is the homelessness of Navajos in border towns and on the Navajo Nation.

Here we are with our tribal presidential election. Once more we’re searching for a “hero” expecting to save us from ourselves. Some may have searched webs of information for validity but what’s not revealed is the stuff of dreams from worthy candidates, as in potential, promises, surprises, achievements, and possibilities for our society.

Our Diné bureaucrats and career politicians are many and even more “wanna-bes” are among the hopefuls awaiting their turn at the rip-off and swindling games of Navajo politics.

Speaking truth to power: To combat the oppression of money in politics (Citizens United), college students across the nation are not asking but demanding their university administrators “divest” (deny or dissociate) from the fossil-fuel industry as one of the greatest divestment movement in history to remove their dominance.

The principal at Pueblo Pintado Community School still continues to cause problems for the students and staff at the school. The new issue is mismanagement of funds.

Thank you to the Navajo Times for sponsoring me to go to Washington, D.C., to represent our great Navajo Nation in the Scripps National Spelling Bee.

I asked some questions, which he answered. I let him know that I will be at the office tomorrow to request a guardrail replacement and said that I hope to talk to his boss. He smiled and said he was the boss. Wow!

Sehr Gut! Jawohl! (Very Good! Of course!)

I came across a den of wild dogs and could hear them crying. I crawled into the den and took them all home. I fell in love with them all. When I got home my nali lady was mad. She wanted me to kill them all. She said they are wild dogs, no good, but I just couldn’t kill those little dogs, so I took them back to the den with my dad. He was upset, too, but when we were leaving he let me take one. I took the meanest one that bit my hand and drew blood.