Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Want To Get Away From It All? Get Yourself A Country.

I would never suggest something like that title if it weren’t true. According to Reuters, this time it is true. How would you like to own the apparently sovereign principality of Sealand? The island (it’s a generous explanation because it looks more to me like the wreckage of Blofeld’s off shore oilrig from ‘Diamonds Are Forever.’ Maybe something happened to the rest of it?) was built during World War II as a fortification against German bombers. In 1967, a retired army officer purchased the two tower, 16-room ‘island.’ But that’s not all; tell them what else they get: a Sealand flag, constitution, postage stamps, national anthem, and even Sealand coinage. No, they are not chocolate medallions. Wikipedia (I really did my research this time) says that as a principality, Sealand has to be transferred instead of sold, but it can still be yours!

What a great comeuppance to those pesky neighbors down the street who seem to have everything and flaunt it at every opportunity. Wouldn’t it be great to shut them up by inviting them for a quiet weekend in your very own country? Seriously, how could you not resist doing that? Whoever successfully takes possession of this small country needs to be researched thoroughly. I joked about James Bond earlier, but really, this is how dictators and world domination mongers get a foothold. First, you give them some money, then you give them a base of operations and before you know it, they are making space ships disappear and building fake volcanoes and miniature exact DNA replicas of themselves. Autonomy is just the shelter they need.

Power is a strange drug that can go to people’s heads. It’s often been said that you give a tyrant an island and you’re giving them the world. OK, I made that up, but it’s good, don’t you think? The availability of Sealand is really a unique event since there can’t be too many more small islands on earth that can still be bought up and made autonomous. Well, OK, at least there aren’t that many that Disney hasn’t bought up to be used as destinations for their cruises. Unfortunately, the domain of small independent countries is probably only open to the very wealthy. Does anyone know if lending institutions grant loans for the purchase and establishment of new countries? I guess I could always sign a bunch of pledges up to sponsor me in a walkathon to raise enough money to buy Sealand. The only problem with that is that I would actually have to walk from my home in Southern California to Sealand (somewhere off the coast of England) to get anywhere near enough money to afford the country. My guess is that somewhere near the Arizona border I would either decide to quit or drop dead from exhaustion, so that option is out. I had already thought of approaching friends and relatives to become investors, but that’s just going to end up in messy litigation when I attempt to change the name of my newly purchased country to Funlandia or Happy Time Isle…

Now if I only could find a way to purchase Sealand, because I have a lot of great ideas to share with you. I would finally be able to institute my failed Funday initiative (hence my wanting to name the country Funlandia) that would effectively ban Mondays from the Sealand calendar forever. I could make the official bird the plastic pink flamingo and finally make ‘Brandy’ by The Looking Glass our National Anthem. My country would completely stop for the Daytona 500 and believe me; my country would send a curling team to the Winter Olympics and a bowling team to the Summer Olympics. What, there’s no bowling in the Olympics? (Note to my foreign deputy minister: prepare petition on behalf of my country to get bowling instituted as an Olympic exhibition event).

In my small autonomous country, stretch pants would be declared punishable by fines and the ‘Just Because They Make It In Your Size Doesn’t Mean You Should Wear It Law’ would be passed and enacted. Unfortunately, I would have to declare war, which obviously will be the first controversial act of my nation. It won’t be a war of revolution or religion though. It will be a war on crappy reality TV. We’ll probably lose it, be forced to surrender and be internationally disgraced for a time, but I guess those are the chances you take as a young country.

I promise that our new nation will conduct itself with grace and dignity, never wear white after Labor Day or socks with sandals. I think this will get us admitted to the UN, but my sleazy lawyer disagrees saying something about international law, diplomacy, legitimacy and he keeps using the phrase ‘a real country.’ Whatever! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Sealand on the map and finish writing my business plan for world domination. Uh, I mean ownership of a small autonomous country…Bwahahaha!!

15 comments:

Odat said...

Czar Michael? Wow! King of Funlandia! Another wow! No stretch pants! Amazing! You've just risen a knotch in my book!
Peace

Michael C said...

Odat: My friend, you have most certainly earned a spot on my cabinet or board of directors -- I haven't thought of an official name for my country's officials yet. But I will and you will have a place of prominence!!
;-)

Empress Bee (of the High Sea) said...

i can be the empress, okay?

mist1 said...

I'm not vacationing in your country unless I can wear my stretch pants.

Michael C said...

Empress Bee: I here christen thee Empress...or something like that!

Mist1: You know that for you and you only, I will allow it. Of course I'm making all these promises and I haven't even made my down payment on Sealand yet. Anyone got 5 bucks??

ShadowFalcon said...

I always liked the title Grand High Empress Falcon, leaves not room for arguement.

Personally I'd love my own desert island, as long as its not the one the people from LOST are one. Why is no one happy they don't have to work and food literally grows on trees...

SGT DUB said...

I see everyone wants to come to your island, and yet you would only have 16 rooms, do we expand up or out?
Also, Flags of Our Fathers, Keni Thomas is country.

Le Nightowl said...

What an unbridled imagination you have!
I love to see you being carried away by your subjects... I mean your topics... :)
Marie

Pickled Olives said...

if all else fails, send the pesky neighbors to your new country! All Hail King Michael.

Skittles said...

Hahhaa... Hope you spruce it up a bit :)

thethinker said...

I guess you could lure the pesky neighbors to your new "country" and then push them off of the border and into the water.

Do they know how to swim?

Rach said...

they guy I work for owns his own island in fiji. :)

Lizza said...

I'd totally vacation on your island, if only to experience Funday! I hope you'll have broadband Internet there.

Michael C said...

ShadowFalcon: That is a great title!

Sgt Dub: By the looks of things, I think we can only expand upward ;-)

Le Nightowl: That's what I'm always afraid of: something coming and carrying me away one day (probably in a jacket with no arms)

Pickled Olives: I hadn't even thought of doing that to the neighbors. great idea!

Skittles: Yeah, it needs a little work. Maybe I could make it an HGTV project or something.

The thinker: off the border and into the water. That's great!

Rach: Seriously? Now that is pretty cool. His island probably doesn't even need oil rig stilts!!!
;-)

Lizza: As much as I love blogging, broadband would be installed before roads were!! Dang addiction...

Le Nightowl said...

... be careful, they might carry you over to a cuckoo's nest :)