Who owns the moon?

Who owns the moon?

And who owns Mars and the other planets for that matter?

Will or can planetary bodies ever be federally or privately owned?

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Moon is the heritage of the human race. It is like Antarctica minus the territorial claims.

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whoever puts weapons on it first
>implying might doesn't make right in space

Whoever can claim it and hold it, like any land.

The moon is a space ship, operated by aliens, covered with processed metals which aren't found naturally to occur by humans, has dampening struts, is always facing us, has a perfect orbit, etc.

The last man standing in the next global conflict.

Wunt there sum treaty that made the mün unownable by a single national entity

Fuck you. The Moon is ours.

The white man

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earth defense forces

>In practice it is a failed treaty because it has not been ratified by any state that engages in self-launched manned space exploration or has plans to do so

lel

Whoever can defend their claim.

>And who owns Mars and the other planets for that matter?

Space emperor trump of course

the moon and aren't real. the "sun" is God's ballsacks, giving us light. at night she shows his anus to us, which is why it's so dark (also the phrase, "down there where the sun don't shine" comes from).

The moon is official property of the United States of America, because we got there first.

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probably the country that planted a flag on it first

It belongs to the white race. Mars will be ours too, just wait.

Here's another question that relates to the subject.

If in the future you have a starship and come across an undiscovered planet, do you keep it and name since you found it?

Or

Do you have to report it and turn over ownership to planet earth?

I just want my own planet where I can do whatever I want in peace.

The moon and what? THE MOON AND WHAT. Don't leave me with a fucking cliffhanger

France?

First person/nation to place their emblem/flag on the moon owns it, if you jelly faggots want it you will have to fight us for it.

lol k bra

US&A, obviously

>Do you have to report it and turn over ownership to planet earth?

Kek, fuck that, just land and take it faggot

the moon and the sun. sorry, the jewride in the water messed me up

welp, good for Dennis I guess

The solar system is the property of THE United States of America and we reserve the right to bring FREEDOM to what is ours any to any who would try to take it from us.

Okay. Now I show up with more guns and say it's mine. In the end it's just about who can defend their claim.

checked and keked

So go really far out, somewhere you can build up.

Obviously bring slaves with you to re-populate and build your new society

subtle kek

I agree. After globalism goes full force the only whites remaining hold all the wealth, they will disembark from a scorched earth and establish a perfect society in the moon. Like Elysium

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Checked

They are owned by earth. Space is considered international "waters". So every country on earth technically owns them. But i like to think that America owns the moon. We got there first and our flag is still up there.

"Not only does analien base on moonexist, but the moon is a fully functional base in itself. It is transmitting radiation and invisible waves, which are not only altering our DNA, but changing our souls. According toDavid Icke, one of NASA scientist explained, how when a rock or meteoroid crashes on the moon; the moon makes a bell or ringing sound, which only occurs if a object being hit is hollow from within. Not only the hollow aspect, but there is a giant hydraulics that are functioning as moon’s core, and helping it rotate and spin around our earth. In Hindu religion, especially Vedic Astrology, it is said that 'Moon' controls the mind, because moon is emotions, fears and thinking ability. This is why in Vedic Astrology your moon sign is far more important than the sun sign. Sun only represents the soul, which can't be felt, touched or changed, but the mind is the most venerable organ that can be changed and manipulated." (1/2)

legally I'm sure it's like international waters or the north pole, some UN counsel has ruled no one can rule them and we have to share them

Pretty sure it counts as international waters, same for all the planet's and space rocks and whatnot.

Also isn't there a treaty that says no country can claim land that isn't on earth?

Whoever is more aggressive about owning the moon owns it and can back up that aggression with weapons.

I do. It's mine.

Try to take it from me, cunts.

Fuck, imagine you grandkids go out and start a whites only colony only to be invaded and diversified by the UN council of "ethnic germans"

"He also discussed the fact that around 10,000 years ago, thisReptilian Race, engineered our brains in a way, where left side of the brain is a Reptilian brain, and right is the normal human (naturally bred) brain; this is why when there is a full moon, our left side (controlled side) gets the most power, and juice over the right brain. The reason why our brains were altered according to Icke, is because the Reptilian brain acts on impulse, and wants to always conquer. This is why human race has always been in the rat-race to gain, achieve, and control anything and everything it can get is hands on."

>'The world is nearly all parcelled out, and what there is left of it is being divided up, conquered and colonised. To think of these stars that you see overhead at night, these vast worlds which we can never reach. I would annex the planets if I could; I often think of that. It makes me sad to see them so clear and yet so far.'
- Cecil Rhodes

Earth and all the heavens is rightful British clay.

The moose king owns the moon.

US owns Luna and Mars
The rest of the planets are their own masters for now
Eventually we will create a UNSC style organization to mediate resource gathering and handle disputes in space
>Mfw eurocucks and the test of the world will say that we have no rights to own the moon or Mars yet maritime law dictates the laws of space and it would therefore be hypocrisy for them to day we aren't allowed to plant flags and day we own planets just like they did with earth

>British clay.

I say white clay, if the niggers get uppity about diversity on our colony ship, just bring along some slavs

>implying humanity could reach the moon or any planet as it is.
>implying the US wouldn't already have bases and settlements on the moon by now if it were possible

You are factually wrong. How do you deal with that?

OK

NOW FOR THE REAL QUESTION.

If you discover a planet, name it, land on it, and cultivate it.

It's yours correct? SO LONG AS YOU CAN DEFEND IT AND HOLD ON TO IT???

So my question is this, if and when starships become accessible to civilians, SHOULD THERE BE RESTRICTIONS ON THE WEAPONS YOU CAN HAVE IN SPACE?

>Nukes, ballistic missiles, high powered lasers, and rail guns?

Are all these fair game? If not how can someone ever hope to hold on to a planet if the government can just rape you to death?

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Says who? Some gay ass UN treaty that we will break at the first convenient opportunity? The "international community" that we already routinely ignore?

The moon is an American territory. How are you going to deal with it?

theres no fuckin leafs on the moon faggot, just stars and stripes

The US could, the problem is there is not economic incentive to do so.

Me and only me.

I own space too and the space 2nd amendment says you can own anything except the moon and space and me.

I own the moon.

The US owns everything, silly. Anyone who disagrees can eat a tungsten rod from space.

Too late buster brown I called dibs.

Sorry fucker, but I own it.

>posts a pic with a nigger, a dyke, and a faggot

>The US could
And my dick can bench press 300 lbs, but it has no economic incentive to do so.

it belongs to nobody
eventually someone will take it and hold it with force, then it will belong to that someone

also
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Everyone below
Can go home you're too late to own the moon.

That means you and you

>Violating the NAMP
nigger prepare to get moonrocked my the moonman

Moonman can suck my dick all he does is kill niggers and sell cheeseburgers my fucking grandma could do that.

Go read some Heinlein

Really though it's like 20 an acre. Look up Dennis Hope. Don't expect it to hold up in court kek

Jews

The moment we have access to mass produced starships, Cosmic AnCap will be inevitable

>he doesn't know about the Moon Jews

I honestly wouldn't mind it if anyone could do what they wanted on their own land/planet

Would you want the boot of the UN to come down on you for slavery?

“A maximum of instructive shrecklichkeit with minimum loss of life. None, if possible”—was how Prof summed up doctrine for Operation Hard Rock and was way Mike and I carried it out. Idea was to hit earthworms so hard would convince them —while hitting so gently as not to hurt. Sounds impossible, but wait.
Would necessarily be a delay while rocks fell from Luna to Terra; could be as little as around ten hours to as long as we dared to make it. Departure speed from a catapult is highly critical and a variation on order of one percent could double or halve trajectory time, Luna to Terra. This Mike could do with extreme accuracy—was equally at home with a slow ball, many sorts of curves, or burn it right over plate—and I wish he had pitched for Yankees. But no matter how he threw them, final velocity at Terra would be close to Terra’s escape speed, near enough eleven kilometers per second as to make no difference. That terrible speed results from gravity well shaped by Terra’s mass, eighty times that of Luna, and made no real difference whether Mike pushed a missile gently over well curb or flipped it briskly. Was not muscle that counted but great depth of that (gravity) well.
So Mike could program rock-throwing to suit time needed for propaganda. He and Prof had settled on three days plus not more than one apparent rotation of Terra—24hrs-50min-28.32sec—to allow our first target to reach initial point of program. You see, while Mike was capable of hooking a missile around Terra and hitting a target on its far side, he could be much more accurate if he could see his target, follow it down by radar during last minutes and nudge it a little for pinpoint accuracy.
We needed this extreme accuracy to achieve maximum frightfulness with minimum-to-zero killing. Call our shots, tell them exactly where they would be hit and at what second—and give them three days to get off that spot.

Underated

how do you deal with your country not owning an entire planet?

North America had struck me as horribly crowded, but her billion people are clumped—is still wasteland, mountain and desert. We laid down a grid on North America to show how precisely we could hit—Mike felt that fifty meters would be a large error. We had examined maps and Mike had checked by radar all even intersections, say 105° W by 50° N—if no town there, might wind up on target grid … especially if a town was close enough to provide spectators to be shocked and frightened.

We warned that our bombs would be as destructive as H-bombs but emphasized that there would be no radioactive fallout, no killing radiation—just a terrible explosion, shock wave in air, ground wave of concussion. We warned that these might knock down buildings far outside of explosion and then left it to their judgments how far to run. If they clogged their roads, fleeing from panic rather than real danger—well, that was fine, just fine!

But we emphasized that nobody would get hurt who heeded our warnings, that every target first time around would be uninhabited—we even offered to skip any target if a nation would inform us that our data were out-of-date. (Empty offer; Mike’s radar vision was a cosmic 20/20.)

But by not saying what would happen second time around, we hinted that our patience could be exhausted.

In North America, grid was parallels 35, 40, 45, 50 degrees north crossed by meridians 110, 115, 120 west, twelve targets. For each we added a folksy message to natives, such as:

“Target 115 west by 35 north—impact will be displaced forty-five kilometers northwest to exact top of New York Peak. Citizens of Goffs, Cima, Kelso, and Nipton please note.

“Target 100 west by 40 north is north 30° west of Norton, Kansas, at twenty kilometers or thirteen English miles. Residents of Norton, Kansas, and of Beaver City and Wilsonville, Nebraska, are cautioned. Stay away from glass windows. It is best to wait indoors at least thirty minutes after impact because of possibility of long, high splashes of rock. Flash should not be looked at with bare eyes. Impact will be exactly 0300 your local zone time Friday 16 October, or 0900 Greenwich time—good luck!

But our attitude was conciliatory—“Look, people of Terra, we don’t want to kill you. In this necessary retaliation we are making every effort to avoid killing you… but if you can’t or won’t get your governments to leave us in peace, then we shall be forced to kill you. We’re up here, you’re down there; you can’t stop us. So please be sensible!”

We explained over and over how easy it was for us to hit them, how hard for them to reach us. Nor was this exaggeration. It’s barely possible to launch missiles from Terra to Luna; it’s easier to launch from Earth parking orbit—but very expensive. Their practical way to bomb us was from ships.

Came Friday with no answer from F.N. News up from Earthside seemed equal parts unwillingness to believe we had destroyed seven ships and two regiments (F.N. had not even confirmed that a battle had taken place) and complete disbelief that we could bomb Terra, or could matter if we did—they still called it “throwing rice.” More time was given to World Series.

India

My worries had to do with Mike. Sure, Mike was used to having many loads in trajectory at once—but had never had to astrogate more than one at a time. Now he had hundreds and had promised to deliver twenty-nine of them simultaneously to the exact second at twenty-nine pinpointed targets.

More than that— For many targets he had backup missiles, to smear that target a second time, a third, or even a sixth, from a few minutes up to three hours after first strike.

Four great Peace Powers, and some smaller ones, had antimissile defenses; those of North America were supposed to be best. But was subject where even F.N. might not know. All attack weapons were held by Peace Forces but defense weapons were each nation’s own pidgin and could be secret. Guesses ranged from India, believed to have no missile interceptors, to North America, believed to be able to do a good job. She had done fairly well in stopping intercontinental H-missiles in Wet Firecracker War past century.

Probably most of our rocks to North America would reach target simply because aimed where was nothing to protect. But they couldn’t afford to ignore missile for Long Island Sound, or rock for 87° W x 42° 30’ N—Lake Michigan, center of triangle formed by Chicago, Grand Rapids, Milwaukee. But that heavy gravity makes interception a tough job and very costly; they would try to stop us only where worth it.

But we couldn’t afford to let them stop us. So some rocks were backed up with more rocks. What H-tipped interceptors would do to them even Mike did not know—not enough data. Mike assumed that interceptors would be triggered by radar —but at what distance? Sure, close enough and a steelcased rock is incandescent gas a microsecond later. But is world of difference between a multi-tonne rock and touchy circuitry of an H-missile; what would “kill” latter would simply shove one of our brutes violently aside, cause to miss.

We needed to prove to them that we could go on throwing cheap rocks long after they ran out of expensive (milliondollar? hundred-thousand-dollar?) H-tipped interceptor rockets. If not proved first time, then next time Terra turned North America toward us, we would go after targets we had been unable to hit first time—backup rocks for second pass, and for third, were already in space, to be nudged where needed.

If three bombings on three rotations of Terra did not do it, we might still be throwing rocks in ‘77—till they ran out of interceptors… or till they destroyed us (far more likely).

For a century North American Space Defense Command had been buried in a mountain south of Colorado Springs, Colorado, a city of no other importance. During Wet Firecracker War the Cheyenne Mountain took a direct hit; space defense command post survived—but not sundry deer, trees, most of city and some of top of mountain. What we were about to do should not kill anybody unless they stayed outside on that mountain despite three days’ steady warnings. But North American Space Defense Command was to receive full Lunar treatment: twelve rock missiles on first pass, then all we could spare on second rotation, and on third—and so on, until we ran out of steel casings, or were put out of action… or North American Directorate hollered quits.

This was one target where we would not be satisfied to get just one missile to target. We meant to smash that mountain and keep on smashing. To hurt their morale. To let them know we were still around. Disrupt their communications and bash in ommand post if pounding could do it. Or at least give them splitting headaches and no rest. If we could prove to all Terra that we could drive home a sustained attack on strongest Gibraltar of their space defense, it would save having to prove it by smashing Manhattan or San Francisco.

>mfw i try selling moon real estate as a goof
>mfw i make 50 million dollars

God.

The moon is Israeli territory and the promised land to gods chosen people, all these anti-Semites need to be locked up for good.

Which we would not do even if losing. Why? Hard sense. If we used our last strength to destroy a major city, they would not punish us; they would destroy us. As Prof put it, “If possible, leave room for your enemy to become your friend.”

But any military target is fair game.

Got into shade of shed and peeked around edge at Terra.

She was hanging as usual halfway up western sky, in crescent big and gaudy, three-plus days past new. Sun had dropped toward western horizon but its glare kept me from seeing Terra clearly. Chin visor wasn’t enough so moved back behind shed and away from it till could see Terra over shed while still shielded from Sun—was better. Sunrise chopped through bulge of Africa so dazzle point was on land, not too bad—but south pole cap was so blinding white could not see North America too well, lighted only by moonlight.

Twisted neck and got helmet binoculars on it—good ones, Zeiss 7 x 50s that had once belonged to Warden.

North America spread like a ghostly map before me. Was unusually free of cloud; could see cities, glowing spots with no edges. 0837—

At 0850 Mike gave me a voice countdown—didn’t need his attention; he could have programmed it full automatic any time earlier.

0851—0852—0853… . one minute—59—58—57 … . half minute—29–28—27 … . ten seconds—nine—eight— seven— six—five—four—three—two—one—

And suddenly that grid burst out in diamond pinpoints!

Prof looked puzzled. “I am confused by that, too. This dispatch so alleged. But the thing that puzzled me is that we could actually see, by video, what certainly seemed to be atomic explosions.”

“Oh.” I turned to Wright. “Did your brainy friends tell you what happens when you release a few billion calories in a split second all at one spot? What temperature? How much radiance?”

“Then you admit that you did use atomic weapons!”

“Oh, Bog!” Head was aching. “Said nothing of sort. Hit anything hard enough, strike sparks. Elementary physics, known to everybody but intelligentsia. We just struck damnedest big sparks ever made by human agency, is all. Big flash. Heat, light, ultraviolet. Might even produce X-rays, couldn’t say. Gamma radiation I strongly doubt. Alpha and beta, impossible. Was sudden release of mechanical energy. But nuclear? Nonsense!”

--From The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Robert Heinlein (1965)

oy vey don't forget the 70 trillion goy we need the moon you antisemites

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This, all the treaties in space will be null the second someone makes a move to claim something.

>you will be able to visit planets devoted to manufacturing immortal loli catgirls through gene splicing.

the superpowers of this earth has already signed and recolonize that space is an international region and no one can own it, simple as.

The moon and planets are going to be around a lot longer than any national agreements so treaties are pretty much meaningless.

Personally, I think that the Jews are setting themselves up for a position where they'll eventually be able to own entire galaxies.

Military aggression in space would result in retaliation back on earth, I would imagine

the UN says space has no owners, but that will only last as long as it's ecomocyly useless. As soon as we start mining the moon or terraforming mars, that feelgood shit will be out the window. Unless the u.N. trys to start acting like it's own coutnry to keep the space taxes

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If I go to the moon and live there and shoot anyone who doesn't do what I say then I own the moon.

Of course I won't own anything on earth anymore since they will all be butthurt about me owning the moon and I'll have to defend against multiple UN invasions. This is all fine since I own the moon. When I own the moon all my problems will be fixed and mommy wont yell at me anymore for masturbating into furry animals.

Mechahitler

problem is theh would just shooy down resupply missions

i think we will see new countries form. on Mars and stuff but only after theh become self sufficient

I would rather save my monarchy points for Mars or a planet where we could live desu

With your superior advantage in space though you could just BTFO the enemy.

We put a flag on it therefore it's ours.

Simple as that.