No one could want America, the USA, or the United Nations, “housed” in Mannahatta, or Mannahatta itself, to go sour, to go south, to stink, fall fallow, unfulfilled, be a brain fart, passed out.
No one could want to be enemy — be an enemy wannabe– of America, the USA, or the United Nations, “housed” in Mannahatta, or Mannahatta itself:
Not an Indian-aboriginal nation, a French-Indian-aboriginal conflagration, a Mexican nation, or Hispaniol-Hispania deflation, a Cuban rough riding raw sex– a Sex Mex aggression– on top of a Vietnamese Sex Mex incursion, following logically a ‘Rican, First and Second Corinthian, First and Second Philippians, rumpus in the Hispania Panama hattia, Panama Mannahatta hattia, Philippines
“Islands”– Leyte in the day–
(NB: Following close reading of Philippians I and II, onto Hispaniola Island in the Caribbean, in and amidst a solemn, sweet, wine soaked, night choked, Mannahatta transfer, investments not so F-‘d up and down by hurricane swelter, did the “nation” of the Philippines, Catholic, hispania in store, satisfy Protestant inhibition, and ammunition, and lots of folk lore. Imperial for a gringo, listen to Douglas MacArthur snore.)
Spam of Human Affection 
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