Now this is one hell of a good idea. Why can I never think of the obvious ways to beat the system?
What if I don’t pay me bill? How do I alone get my service cut off?
Dear Sunspace.
I’ve been retained to negotiate a settlement for your use of my clients property in your doper name. Please pay up or change your name to Moonspace.
I don’t think she appreciates the gravity of the situation. What, she thinks everything revolves around her?
Carry an umbrella.
If she tries to send me a bill, I’ll tell her to stick it where the sun don’t shine.
If my neighbor’s apple tree grows over my fence, and apples fall into my yard, they’re mine.
She can claim she owns the sun if she wants, but any light that falls from her sun onto my property belongs to me.
Rochester, NY?
I can’t wait until people start to make claims against her for damages caused by sunlight. Skin cancer, power outages caused by solar flares, heck even if the UV from sunlight just faded your favorite shirt, you’ve got a claim! I have a hunch that once she pays out for a few damaged space satellites there isn’t gonna be much left over for the rest of us.
I’m all a-gas-t at the use of puns in a discussion of a legal proceeding so hot that it glows.
I say we make her pay for global warming.
Unless she’s a government body she can’t charge taxes on anything at all, can she?
I’d think they would be royalties.
This bitch is trolling the world. Don’t feed the troll. Not here, not there, not anywhere.
The back of a Volkswagen?
“The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.”
AFAI can tell, it’s the Star who’s trolling the world, here. Not much of a surprise, given the general quality of their reporting.
No mention of this in the Spanish press at all: the very-few references to it in Spanish are from the Spanish edition of an English-language newspaper. If this had been real, there would have been blurbs on it all over the place, people asking “how the heck can this happen”, “did anybody check that registrar for blood-in-alcohol levels”, “are you sure it was only alcohol”…
Assuming that Spanish law allows the registry of real estate outside the country’s boundaries (doubtful, but I’m not a Property Registrar), she wouldn’t have done it at a notary - this could be a mistranslation, of course, but stricto sensu it’s done at the Property Registrar. The Colleges of Notary Publics and of Property Registrars have become unified; you can find people who have only one hat and people who have both, but their duties are different: this would have been a Registrar. A Notary witnesses transactions, contracts and copies of documents; a Registrar tracks ownership of real estate. When I bought my house, the closing of the old mortgage, the opening of mine and the sale were witnessed by a Notary - but the fact that the house is now mine is Registry business.
The fees wouldn’t be either “taxes” (that’s the government) or “royalties” (that’s intellectual property); they’d be “usage fees”. But, not only can you not charge usage fees on something which you are not specifically providing (Iberdrola can’t charge me for electric power if my house is off the net), the stuff being used here would fall under “required for life” rules - denying its use would be Illegal: you can’t charge people for being the recipients of what’s your duty to give them.
Well, if her friggin’ sunlight passes through MY yard, I’m charging her a storage fee, 'cause I never agreed to let her dump her sunlight on my property.
Manchester, England then.
Has this woman just made herself responsible for the correct functioning of the ozone layer? After all, high levels of UV are known to be hazardous to life; that’s why the O[sub]3[/sub] layer is there at all. If she’s responsible for the sun, she owes us a duty to stop it from killing us.
Well, Señora Duran may own the sun, but this woman controls it. Maybe they could work out some kind of deal.
This is the Toronto Star, the largest paper in Ontario, not the supermarket tabloid… though occasionally they print a story like this and it’s hard to tell.