Unreasonable Rockall

See that cute little pebble? I have bigger ones in my backyard. My four year old nephew swallowed one the other day (seagulls and all), and we called Poison Control. He was all better in minutes. 

This rock has a name. It's a creative name, too: Rockall. Rockall is pretty much in the middle of no where, lying in the North Atlantic about 265 miles from Ireland,  285 from Scotland and almost 400 from Iceland. This little place is pretty uninhabitable, especially considering their is a website dedicated to some idiot who wants to sleep on it.

Believe it or not, and I'm sure you do, this hellhole of a location has been the center of a territorial throwdown for years. Thousands of tax dollars have been spent from six different nations on paying lawyers to fight about who owns a rock. 

Okay, so it's not quite that simple. Rockall is located on some hot real estate. Apparently, it's seated on a nice little petroleum deposit that any rational nation would love to have in its pocket. Normally, the location of this petroleum deposit would be located in international waters because hell, you can't own the ocean, can you? 

So this rock provided a lawyer's loophole bigger than Dick Cheney's forehead, and now countries don't want to share, they want to claim this little rock and have all the oil to themselves.

It's the world we live in, I guess.

UPDATE: I just discovered Greenpeace actually camped out there for 42 days. Someone should tell the website guy to cancel his trip.