ElM, the barbarians of south America [and most other countries] operate like ants. In Spain, in 1974, while traveling the dusty roads of the south, there were many different kinds of ants.
None of them had heard of Virtuous Victorian Values. They would simply fight each other for any hunter gatherer resources they found. None were wealth producers.
They had no concept of how wealth is created. There was teleological construction in their lives. Just mating, eating, fighting, eating. Many, if not most, humans live like that. They know they have to have a job to get money but they have only a glimmering understanding of what it's all about. The ants had none.
That's how this fool is thinking: <On Feb. 23, Brazil's Lula lashed out: "What is the geographic, the political, or economic explanation for the U.K. to be in Las Malvinas?" he asked. "Could it be because the U.K. is a permanent member of the U.N.'s Security Council, where they can do everything and the others nothing?" Somewhat predictably, Chávez has also come out to turn the Falklands dispute into a cause célèbre for Latin America. If it comes to armed conflict, he warned, Argentina would not be alone. "Queen of England, I'm talking to you," he addressed the British monarch from his television show, Aló, Presidente. "The time for empires is over, haven't you noticed?" Bluster aside, he may have a point. > newsweek.com
He's one of those ants.
The reason for Great Britain, aka United Kingdom, to be in the Falkland Islands is historical. The exact same reason for Lula to be shooting his ignorant mouth off from occupied country. Is he going to abandon the Amazon, stop killing the locals and go back to Portugal. Britain should evict him and help the locals claim back their rightful property.
There were no local on the Falkland Islands. People never migrated there from Asia when they populated the north and south American continents. Britain has very good historical reasons for possession of the Falkland Islands. More than do the Spanish in Argentina have a right to conquer that as well as murdering the natives of Argentina.
The Argentines must be related to those ants in Spain - mindless violent hunter gatherers conquering what they can.
Now that the Argentines have got more power, they are fancying their chances again. The Neville Chamberlain politicians running the show these days will probably just roll over. Obama is anti-British and would love to see Argentina defeat Britain, preferably embarrassing them good and proper.
The world is going the way of Zimbabwe, which, when run by Great Britain was a pretty good place, with increasing prosperity for everyone. India was a go ahead place too. As were all. By joining the British Empire, people around the world could get a big boost in their lives and gain access to the Anglo world of wealth, security, lingua franca, travel and all the good stuff, escaping the totalitarian barbarians who made their lives bleak.
But back to the ants in Spain.
I would conduct experiments. As God, I would deliver little bits of cheese to the vicinity to see how the competing ants would agree to share it out equitably. They were not strong on sharing. They would fight for possession.
The victories varied quite a lot. If close to one nest, those ants would win, if close to the other nest, those ants would win. If somewhere in the middle, there would be a fight. The dividing line for victory was not right in the middle. It depended on the type of ant. Sometimes it could be closer to one nest but the other ants could still claim it.
Some ants were minuscule. Tiny little things. Some were dirty great monsters, about 50 times the size of the tiny ones. But the tiny ones could beat the biggies. The monsters couldn't see to kill the tiny ones and would bit randomly into the dirt, trying to get a little one by luck. The little ones would swarm the monsters, spraying them and biting them and making life very unpleasant.
Normally, fighting was quite minimal. They quite quickly would come to agreements on who should have the cheese. They obviously had a rule book for proximity to nest, how many of us and how many of you, what your current food supplies are, what sort of food is your preference, your weapon status, and whatever other variables they would consider.
By letting the fight get underway in one location, with ownership established, then moving the cheese to another location, nearer the opposition, the cheese would remain in possession of the incumbents until quite close to the opposition nest.
The Argentinians look very like Spanish ants. The Spanish conquered the Argentines centuries ago and now they are wanting to capture another bit of cheese. The Spanish murdered in bulk to acquire their territories. They shoot in the back, like the Brazilians/Portuguese.
No wonder their countries are poor. Shooting in the back is not a good wealth creation method. It does gain the victim's property for the murderer, but that's not really as valuable as voluntary exchange of value among consenting adults.
The UK should say, "If you declare war on us, then we will require unconditional surrender of all your territory. So, it might pay to think about things a little." It's time for Brazil, Venezuela, Argentina and any others which want to join in to become British. Fortunately for United Kingdom, they have atomic bombs, so it should be reasonably easy to take over just as the USA took over Japan after dropping a couple of atomic bombs after Japan attacked the USA at Pearl Harbour.
There was more to ownership of property in ant wars than proximity to nest. The armaments mattered too. As did the type of food on offer. The Argentines have to figure out just how badly they want to steal that cheese from the British. Similarly, the British have to figure out whether they are willing to keep their cheese.
The Spanish will also want Gibraltar. The Scots will separate and live north of Hadrian's Wall. The Welsh will live with their consonants. Jersey and Guernsey might as well go independent. The Moslems have pretty well got London.
The British Empire isn't what it used to be.
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