Fraud and country

Benny and I have been a little out of contact with the rest of the world this week, as we were traveling to a remote country on our way to the eclipse. We were very excited to visit the micronation Republic of Molossia

and were charmed by the benevolent dictatorship greeting us at our arrival,

but there were a few hairy moments when we realized that the catfish ban in the country had been enacted because of a feud with some noodling folks where Benny hails from. We hoped they would not Okie-profile us.

They didn’t. We got in.

One of the first things we toured was their energy infrastructure, which seemed rock solid.

We were also taken to their war monument, which made us wonder a little bit about the volatility of the place, but we were assured that we were safe.

Alas, their transportation system suffered a major disaster during our visit. I personally think the kid in the baseball hat performed some sort of sabotage, but the chief constable (pictured) seemed less concerned with placing blame than with getting everything back in service.

All in all, it seemed like a very nice place to live. The president even delivered a more eloquent speech last week than our own denouncing intolerance in various guises, and I guess I would be pretty happy living here, but unfortunately their immigration policy is extremely tight and merit-based. This guy got to become a citizen

but apparently we don’t have what it takes. Oh well. I guess we’ll stay in the USA.

Death of a Micronation

Earlier in the week we celebrated a great man’s birth. It is with great sadness that today I must report another great man’s passing. Ladies and gentlemen, the Prince of Seborga has died:

“Prince Giorgio, a bewhiskered grower of mimosa flowers from a family of mimosa growers, was seized by a glorious vision: that Seborga was not part of the surrounding Italian nation. It was an ancient principality, cruelly robbed of its sovereignty.

After convincing his Seborgan neighbors of their true significance, Giorgio Carbone was elected prince in 1963. He gracefully accepted the informal title of His Tremendousness, and was elected prince for life in 1995 by a vote of 304 to 4. Voters then ratified Seborga’s independence, which, by the prince’s interpretation, it already had.

Prince Giorgio established a palace, wrote a Constitution, and set up a cabinet and a parliament. He chose a coat of arms, minted money (with his picture), issued stamps (with his picture) and license plates, selected a national anthem and mobilized a standing army, consisting of Lt. Antonello Lacala. He adopted a motto: Sub umbra sede (Sit in the shade).”

The New York Times’ obituary recounts major events in His Tremendousness’ life, including a recent challenge to his sovereignty by a Princess Yasmine von Hohenstaufen Anjou Plantagenet. Rest in peace, Giorgio Carbone. You were an inspiration to us all.

Save Kentonville

I was preparing to do a post about this artist featured on who makes dresses out of pinecones and lily pads and 99 cent store items, but when I watched a video of her making one of these dresses, I got a little blehhed out by all the Cat Stevens and hippie dancing and decided not to post about her.

But while I was looking at the original article, I found an amusing comment from somebody who identified himself as the Mayor of Kentonville, and his comment piqued my interest enough to click on his name. And lo and behold, I found myself in that smallest of micronations (i.e. one that only exists online) Kentonville.

So far there are mainly just text block placeholders on the various pages, but I feel that Kentonville has a lot of promise; it really sounds like my sort of place. I am hoping very much that Kentonville does not become one of those “one post wonder” blogs bjournals, so I think I’m going to have to write to Kenton to encourage him to press on. And while I am loath to tell you what to do, Fancy Reader, I hope that you can find some time to write to him as well. Go Kentonville!

Published in: on July 11, 2008 at 12:28 pm  Comments (4)  
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Birth of a nation

People of the world, please join me in welcoming the new micronation of Forvik into our midst! Forvik is a small island off the coast of Scotland owned by a man named Stuart Hill, and as of Saturday Stuart declared Forvik’s independence from the United Kingdom. Its new official name is Forvik Island – Island of the Bay of Sheep. Go Forvik!

Stuart’s reason for declaring independence is based on the fact that he can find no proof that the United Kingdom ever owned the Shetland islands, and thus has no legal jurisdiction over them; the closest he can find to a legal claim is some sort of pawn arrangement back in the 15th century. I’m kind of confused as to how he came to own the island himself, and I would write to ask him about this, but it seems that he’s pretty swamped with other emails at the moment.

Anyway, he asserts that the UK is really screwing up the Shetland islands, and he’s going to try to make things better; he’d like the island to be more of a territory protected by the crown but not governed by them. His mission is slightly more serious than some other micronations who have split from the UK, and while I don’t think gravitas is a necessity to forming a good micronation, in this case I think it’s a good thing. Some other micronations like Hamland could take a cue from him and remember to use spellcheck on their websites. Just saying.

I’m not sure he has enough space on Forvik to accommodate Frank Zappa’s definition of a real country, but there’s a possibility that he may be sitting on some oil, so that’s not a bad start. Best of luck to you, your Excellency Stuart!

Flag of the Kingdom of Gosling depicted above; apparently this is as far as King Thomas 1 got in developing his micronation.

Published in: on June 24, 2008 at 11:25 am  Comments (2)  
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