Dark Side Of Our Moon

Article II of the United Nations' "Treaty on Principles Governing the Activities of States in the Exploration and Use of Outer Space, Including the Moon and Other Celestial Bodies; January 27, 1967" states that, "Outer space, including the moon and other celestial bodies, is not subject to national appropriation by claim of sovereignty, by means of use or occupation, or by any other means."

My original idea was to produce a Mechanical Flag Distributing Space Robot for the British Space program in order to rekindle our proud Nation's enthusiasm for stealing land with the cunning use of flags. However, due to the Article above the idea was rendered an MFD: Space Robot. But I still liked it.

Further consideration upon this offending Article has revealed to me a small loophole: outer space is not subject to //national// appropriation, ie by *nations*. Therefore I propose the collective design, funding and production of a Halfbakery Moon Shuttle equipped with flag distribution (and removal) equipment in order to lay claim to the moon as a community/corporate entity. Once in our possession we can use the moon to fulfill hundreds of our halfbaked ideas including, but not exclusive to, drilling holes through the entire body to produce a big smiley face in the night's sky - the holes also facilitating the solar- system's longest unhindered free-fall and/or rock launchers.

Alternatively we could sell the moon's surface as advertising space; Create a giant lunar steam engine by boiling water in the Moon's natural ambient temperature; Draw a big star on the dark side of the moon to produce the popular but hitherto physically impossible symbol; A variety of cheese related experiments; or just nuke it. We'd also have the right to rename the Moon to something more specific, though I'd suggest doing this before nuking it.

Imagine basking in the glory of all those invisible fingers pointing up at us.

Yes, that's right. Let's-all go to the Moon. The crux however is laying claim to the Moon legally as a corporation, not as a nation. The rest, dear friends, is whimsy.