Falklands . Whose rock is it anyway?

The Falklands are back in the news again. More than 25 years have gone since Margaret Thatcher saved her government with a gungho war in the South Atlantic.

Now, once again Argentina are pursuing their claim to sovereignty. Nationalism is being stoked again to lay claim to a few small islands that for twenty years or so were part of the young Argentina.

That they want them back, and that Britain wants to keep them is no surprise.  With the islands come undersea oil, and a claim to a slice of Antarctica.

Who did what 180 years ago seems a bit irrelevant... particularly as I hold that primitive view of land that it's really the people that belong to the land rather than the opposite.  The islanders are for better or worse the people that should decide.   ... And two nations greed for resources really shouldn't be a factor in making a choice. Should it?

Sharing is caring, Ideas are divine

I guess you may have seen that kopimism (Copy me ism) is now a recognised religion here in Sweden. 

The basic tenet seems to be that to share knowledge is sacred, and no surprise then that the church's 3000+ members see file sharing as a good thing. Now you may think that sharing knowledge is a strange thing to revere, but is it?  Is it more strange than believing in an all-seeing non-corporeal immortal that sits on a cloud casting thunderbolts?

If you want to think of something intangible and invisible that can live for ever and have huge influence over our lives what have you got?

An idea.

While you can debate the existence of god the idea of god clearly exists and has clearly had huge influence on mankind over innumerable centuries. Immortal. All powerful.

Ideas

On the bus

The new year finds me with a new phone and I've finally got the knack of working multiple windows on it so now just maybe I have what I need to blog on the go. Like now... on the bus

Good times?

"How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star? The wonder is not that it is so bad, but that there should be any good left in it."

H. Rider Haggard, 1887