I suspect nobody actually got yesterday’s joke–for that matter, I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been the one making it, but one can’t be really inspired every April 1–but it comes from the wild and wooly world of sovereign citizens. If you’re not familiar with sovereign citizens, they’re tinfoil-hat conspiracy theorists crossed with neo-Nazis to produce a group that rejects all laws and authority except their own.
They’re funny, because they believe things like that a contract is not legally binding unless your name is written in capital letters. And yet they’re horrifying, because they would shoot a cop for issuing them a speeding ticket.
Conversely to rejecting all laws, they also seem to think that their announcing something makes it automatically legally binding. The particular bit of nonsense comes courtesy of part-time sovereign citizen, part-time stalker Peter Andrew Nolan(c), author of the modern masterpiece Living Free in a Fem-Nazi World (PDF, and contains possibly-lethal amounts of WTF). He opens the book with the copyright notice that I lightly modified for yesterday’s post.
It’s not a copyright notice for the book. It’s a copyright notice for his name. And while I did add the bit about kittens, he really does expect his fines to be paid in gold.
I’ve just used his name without his written permission, so I’ll be scraping together my bits of gold.