Leaked: Further Travel Restrictions from the Trump Administration

Following the announcement that passengers on U.S.-bound flights originating from ten Middle-Eastern airports may not enter the passenger cabin with electronic devices larger than a mobile phone, the following draft order from the White House was leaked to an undisclosed source.

Draft: Executive Order Protecting the Nation from Various Thingies Owned by Foreign Terrorists

By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and laws of the United States of America, and to protect the nation from carry-on items that might provide comfort to our enemies or have the potential of becoming a minor nuisance, it is hereby ordered as follows:

No person on a nonstop U.S.-bound flight originating in Istanbul may board with sticky desserts made of sugar and starch. I tried these once, made with rose water and topped with pistachios. They were nothing to write home about. Turks need to stop pushing them on everyone.

No person on a nonstop U.S.-bound flight originating in Dubai may board with an inflatable neck pillow. These people think they can compete on the market for flashy luxury. It has to stop. I know luxury. It looks like Mar-a-Lago and it doesn’t come with a crick in the neck.

All men on nonstop U.S.-bound flights originating in Jeddah or Riyadh must wear trousers. Look, everyone has seen those unflattering pictures of my backside on the internet. Once on a business trip I tried on a white jellabiya to impress my hosts. Not good. It catches the lumps and shakes in all the wrong ways. Flowing male garments have no place in this country.

All people on nonstop U.S.-bound flights originating in Cairo are prohibited from carrying Pharaoh-themed trinkets. We can make better Tut masks right here in America. The other day I called a guy who owns a factory in Philadelphia that makes these things. He was going to move to China until I stopped him. That’s seven thousand American jobs.*

No person aboard a U.S.-bound flight from Abu Dhabi may say “Abu Dhabi.” It’s a silly name. Like a baby made it up. A very, very foreign baby.

No person on a nonstop U.S.-bound flight from Doha may wear a lapel pin or one of those small looped ribbons. Every corporate or NGO type seems to have one of these. It started with the flag, then the pink ribbons for some woman thing. Now I can’t keep track of them. Very tacky. And frankly dangerous. Nobody wants that.

All people on U.S.-bound flights from the Middle East must leave their shoes on for the entire duration of the flight. This isn’t about the shoe bomber, I just don’t like it when the guy sitting next to me takes his shoes off on a ten-hour flight. It’s gross.

No man riding the A or C trains from Brooklyn to Manhattan may wear a long beard or moustache. I’ll be honest here folks: this one may be slightly gratuitous. But it’s getting harder to pick out the Jews and Muslims with all these long beards. Now folks, don’t get me wrong, I am the least anti-Semitic person that you have seen in your entire life. And Muslims—I know so many fabulous Muslims. But a coffee shop in South Slope looks like an Al Qaeda camp nowadays. I don’t get it.

When I sought this tremendous office, I pledged that no Muslim would be able to enter this country until Congress could figure out what was going on. Apparently, I can’t do that. Or anything remotely like it. But I will not hesitate to exercise the full power of the mightiest nation the world has ever known to inflict minor inconveniences on travelers boarding nonstop flights from the Middle East. For far too long our enemies have been emboldened to avoid a layover in Frankfurt. As we continue to review security procedures, know that no measure is too small for our great nation.

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The Other Side of Paradise: Hawai’i’s Tourism Plantation

Last fall, readers of Travel & Leisure magazine named the island of Maui the “World’s Best Island.” “Surprise, surprise,” sighed Condé Nast’s editors—this was the fourth year in a row Maui won the title. For the tourists who flock to it from across the globe, Maui represents a tropical paradise where “bliss comes naturally.” The island’s combination of lush rain forest, stunning mountains, warm sands, and cool breezes is truly remarkable. But tourists come not only to escape cold cities for warm beaches; they also come to escape the pressures of the rat race for a week of Polynesian therapy—to wear leis, to see hula and luau, and to be enveloped in the easygoing nature and warm welcome of island life. As one travel brochure puts it, “from the moment you set foot on these exceptional islands, you are overcome with a feeling of well-being. Everywhere you go, people are smiling and relaxed.”

But what is the World’s Best Island like for the people who make the beds, cook the meals, and carry the bags—and whose culture is the stuff of others’ fantasies? While the local culture may appear idyllic—and is, in fact, warm, informal and easygoing—the work is hard. The cost of living in Hawai’i is almost one-third higher than on the mainland. In the town of Wailuku—Maui’s working-class county seat, far from the resorts—the American Friends Service Committee estimates that a single adult with one infant needs to make $18.64 an hour, forty hours a week, fifty-two weeks a year, just to meet basic needs. As a result, many workers live with large extended families sharing a single house, and almost everyone has at least two jobs. It is not uncommon for housekeepers to finish an eight-hour shift at a hotel and then rush off to another four- or even eight-hour job waiting tables, mopping floors, or pumping gas.

This is the contradiction that lies at the heart of the island’s economy. From a visitor’s viewpoint, Maui is a lush playground, where top suites list for $10,000 a night and the local population offers a welcome respite from the cold realities of life on the mainland. The hotels and travel companies plugging Hawai’i’s laid-back beauty are making handsome profits. But behind the scenes, the people who care for the guests, and whose warmth and beauty are featured in hotel advertisements, are struggling to make ends meet. In 2000-2001, this contradiction led to a series of labor demonstrations focused on union contract negotiations. At the center of this gathering storm is the Royal Lahaina Resort, Maui’s fifth largest hotel, where Hawai’i’s biggest union faced off against the head of the state’s largest travel company, Pleasant Hawai’ian Holidays.

The outcome of hotel labor negotiations will affect virtually every family on the island. Maui’s economy has seen a transition from traditional Hawai’ian farming to large-scale capitalist agriculture and finally to …

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