I am creating my own country.

President of America’s up for grabs in a few months.Seems like ya’d be the perfect candidate :smiley:

ARRGH!

The Minister of Piracy reporting, Your Malevolence!

Me py-rate bretheren & I have captured a ship upon the high seas!

The crew were so askeered of us, that they jumped overboard rather than fight fer their cargo!

BWA-HA-HA! Fearsome, we be!

The ship is a bonny big one, named the SS Garbage Scow. Its cargo is something called “medical waste”.

Is that anything like the wealth of the Indies? :confused:

This is going to be in the South Pacific?

I want to be Minister of the Beach.

I’ll make sure the beaches stay clean, that the sand is raked, and that the beaches don’t go anywhere. This will, of course, require that I actually live on the beach and stay on the beach pretty much round the clock. My staff can bring me food, drinks, and sun screen as required. I won’t be wearing any clothing, so laundry services won’t be needed.

Just a little grass hut with a hammock and 'fridge.

“Hey, you! No smoking on the beaches!”

Well, of course!

SUBTERRANEAN ISLAND BASE WITH OPTIONAL VOLCANO UPGRADE

The Ministry of Squandering can even equip the sharks on the shark trap with frigging lasers on their heads (Just a mere 60 million per unit, they may not work underwater)

“Well, actually, that was a clip from the movie Indepedence Day but the real weapon would be a lot like that”

As for the subs, I found a good deal on a Russian Yankee class nuclear sub. Carries 16 missles with a range of about 3000 miles each.

Unfortunatly, there are a couple downsides.

  1. The coffee pot doesn’t work.

  2. All the radios in the sub come out in Russian.

  3. The sub is yellow.

Sunspace, Minister of Parties, er, “Social Development” here.

I’ve just returned from my first overseas junket (ah, Helsinki!) with a bevy of delicious Assistant Ministerial Aides in tow. All of them have at least baccalaureates in Early Childhood Education, Nuclear Engineering, Telecommuications Planning, and/or Cordon Bleu cooking.

With assistance from the Ministry of Squandering, we have started construction of our first Child Development Centres. Crèche facilities, schools, dormitories, and labs will be included in them.

Our children will be able to prepare five-star meals and send out all the invitations using our new phone system with its fully-ITU-E.164-compliant numbering plan using only six tonnes of Raisin Bran, an exercise wheel, surplus Kazak microvave-foundry equipment, and a DMS-100 we got from Bolivia on the cheap.

:: brring ::

Excuse me…

*Jes? Komprenas… Komprenas… Nur tio? Nu, resxaltu la mastrumsistemon.

Jes, vere. Vindozo, jes. Kulpas Bill, kiel kutime. Gxis!*

:: click ::

Sorry. Ingrid and Tanja had to reload the switch after all the phones on the left side of the island went down. Never should have gotten that beta release of Windows Telecom Server 2005. And Pepe said we got it at a discount too.

I’ll have to ask the Ministry of Piracy to …liberate… Linus for a ‘special’ kernel build.

I must also point out to the Minister of the Great People’s Glorious Air Force that our Debian-based targeting solutions have a much lower total cost of ownership.

Anyway… we’re having a beach cookout this weekend. All are invited! Katja, Marja-Leena, and Jukka have created a swordfish masterpiece. :slight_smile:

A party on the beach? This wasn’t cleared through the Ministry of Beaches. There are protocols for this sort of thing, you know?

Clean up after yourselves, keep the noise down after midnight (some of us may be trying to sleep), and NO SMOKING ON THE BEACH.

The beach party is taking place in the Ministerial compound, and is covered under Blanket Permit number 3.1415926. We have arranged with the Ministry of Housing for the requisite number of blankets.

I would like to nominate myself as Chief Orator of Scientfic Quackery.

As my first order of duty, I shall commence top-secret research into the use of large, 1920s style death rays located strategically around our coastline to shoot down enemy planes. I shall also require a budget of several million dollars to investigate free energy sources, magnetic bracelets and Earth resonance. I shall hire as my key advisors John Edward and Art Bell.

Just fill form EC.76T and hand it over to the Ministry of Squandering, how much do you want? 50 million, 100, 500?

So does this mean there will be pie? :smiley:

Also, Is pot legal on our island?

What about ley lines?

I have returned from my unannounced vacation to an undisclosed location. I would tell you where I went, but I’d have to show you some slides. :eek:

I was looking at the past posts, but completely forgot all the questions, so repost them if you need an answer.

Also, I have changed my Title to Grand Supreme Minister, Ruler, Super Dude, and Taste Tester of Mangonia.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to use the undisclosed toilet.

The Ministry Of Piracy is havin’ a wee problem or two, Yer Excellency.

Now could ye kindly grab a bucket, get off yer Grand Supreme Kiester, & start bailin’?!?
For if ye don’t we’ll all be in Davy Jones’ Locker.
And he couldn’t even play his own instruments! ARR!

Mike Nesmith could, though. Arr.

I have thought long and hard about this issue in the throne room, (all without leaving the comfort of the undisclosed toilet) and have made a desicion. The head of the Ministry of Piracy shall be the person with the most impresive eyepatch. Should there be a tie, the person who can say Arghhhh the longest wins. The division of Video Pirac will be a part of the ministry. And to top it off, I did some negotiating with the makers of Captain Morgans and they will sponser our fleet and supply us with free rum. All we have to do it slap some of their logo’s on our sail’s and raid thier compeditor’s ships every so often. with that said, I have some err… *important duties :wink: * that need to be taken care of in the throne room.

BAIL, YE LANDLUBBER! BAIL!

Oh, why did I ever hire those Penguins as part o’ the crew! ARRRRR!
A broadside through me own hull, they did fire, by the Great Horn Spoon!

Going through the thread, I notice that we do not have a Chief Justice of the High Court of Show Trials, which the nation needs to process all of the political pris – er, misguided citizens. Seeing that vacuum, I would like to fill it. My qualifications:

  1. I’m a pretty good armchair lawyer

  2. I’m highly opinionated

  3. I work fast – I can hand down a sent – er, ruling – faster than most legal bodies

If you accept my credentials, I can begin immediately. I will require a courtroom, a well-furnished chambers, and a squad of attractive paralegals.

As long as you make the trials as long, drawnout, and entertaining as an OJ trial.

Do government ministers(particulary those with control of nuclear weapons) get any kind of legal immunity?

Say, in case I should “accidently” walk out of a store with about 20 pounds of heorin-laced fudge stuck down my pants? or get caught with about a dozen movies and 50,000 downloaded songs on my hard drive?

As long as the fudge is consenting it’s ok.