If your very person is sovereign to yourself so that you are otherwise without territory, you are nevertheless subject to the laws of the place where you happen to be, right? Can you be a citizen (=a city’s denizen) if you are one person without a city or a city state or state for that matter? Oh I forgot. Sovereign Citizens are not persons, as that’s a “contract word”, so they are just human beings…
Can Sovereign Citizens, whatever they are, rape and pillage and murder, and break the speed limit while under the influence for that matter because they say that local laws don’t apply to them?
What an irony that in claiming to have an ultimate standard of identity in just themselves as cut off from God and man, they have no identity at all.
Sovereign Citizens are the final sad joke of Descartes’ “Cogito ergo sum” — (I think therefore I am). All alone, relative only to themselves, nothing, vacuous, empty…
But then there’s the acting out on the frustration of having no identity. I’m not talking about an identity of belonging to this or that country, but the problem of one not having an identity of who one is before God and, therefore, who one is before man. Not even knowing that this is the problem leads to extreme writhing frustration and weird guesses as to why one is the way one is, like not belonging to whatever State. This is a recipe for resentment of laws and, because one is a law unto oneself, makes one more likely to be a violent anarchistic and terrorist than any others. I would also think that these would be likely candidates, ironically, to be violent Marxists, making the violence of dialectical materialism without borders into one’s identity. One can attempt to find one’s identity by identifying with others who have no identity. The energy of rationalization of one’s state becomes the driving force of every aspect of one’s life.
A priest friend often asked me over the years why it is that communists have such ferocious energy to dedicate to their cause of nothingness that is nowhere, the old ploy of the utopia carrot on a stick that is tied to one’s own back so that one can never reach it.
Well, it’s this, the total lack of identity. The lack of identity is too painful not to act upon.