I see where Moronville has been wiped off the map. That would be the country of Moronville, not to be confused with the town of Morinville, just north of St. Albert. No, Moronville (rough translation: “village of morons”) is the witty name given by a county-famous columnist for any property stolen by people who are part of a movement called Freeman-on-the-Land.
You will have read about some clown in Calgary who has just been evicted from his “embassy.” Okay, not a real embassy, of course, but some widow's house that he took over as a Freeman-on-the-Land sovereign citizen. What a moron (hence, Moronville)! Even foreign countries negotiate deals with host jurisdictions. Man, years ago, we used call freeloaders like this deadbeats, layabouts, and shysters.
He's quite a man, too: Takes on old widowed pensioners in Alberta and Quebec. Even beats them up.
Freeman-on-the-Land is a growing movement of individuals who feel it is their God-given right (though they may not use the divine term) to take over property, houses, and other jurisdictions as their own personal space. No, make that their own “personal country.”
Country, as in space, dirt, land, and buildings. Country, as in someone else's property. Country, as in simply moving into and setting up so-called embassy. These clowns have at least part of the Canadian anthem correct: “...glorious and free”--with an emphasis on the word “free.”
They don't rent it, lease it, or buy it. They simply take it over. And somehow because there's an alleged political, colonial angle here, it doesn't seem as serious as it really is. Back in the olden days, when right was right and wrong was wrong, this was called stealing.
I know of people who take over abandoned buildings in a rundown part of some city's downtown district; we call them “squatters.”
But this thievery is beyond squatting. At least with the useless building downtown, they're, well, useless. These are often homeless people with nowhere else to go. While I don't side with them in their approach, at least there isn't the same arrogance or belligerence as these “freemen.”
These so-called sovereign citizens, despite the highfalutin name, initially agree to rent a particular place. But theirs is only lip service, my friends.
You see, their intention is duplicitous: They have no intention of honouring the law, paying their bills, or carrying on like any responsible citizen. Their goal is to turn the rental unit on its head, and convert it into the embassy of some dubious foreign country—for free, no less. I don't know, but I assume there's a flag and an anthem to go along with their delusion.
Even in the spirit of common sense and accurate communications, they should at least know the correct meaning of the words. In other words, when they speak of “citizen, embassy, and government,” they don't mean them in the same sense that you and I would.
The word “anarchy”comes to mind, encompassing the sum and substance of this movement.
Three generations ago, when many of your forefathers moved on to the land and took it over, it was at the invitation by government. Their sole purpose was to establish a homestead where they could work the land, raise their families, and become responsible citizens, usually in a country that was new to them. And their ownership was confirmed by a legal document drawn by the government.
These clowns—for that's what they are—do the complete opposite: They wreck the land, and do not work it; they operated outside of family life; they are responsible all right—responsible for a lot of grief; and have a very twisted view of government.
I read an outstanding column just recently about “lawlessness” (oh, right, that was mine last week). Here's yet another example of the spirit of lawlessness that needs to be checked right now.
In addition to being parasites, they are invaders. If they are from another country and have invaded our country—something they would agree with—then they need to be dealt with as such. How else are we supposed to deal with such enemies of the state (again, their own perception)?
Maybe if you have a quarter section somewhere, or an old house sitting on your family's original homesite—you know, the one your diligent grandparents may have built a few decades ago--go check it out.
Maybe, just maybe, you'll find some foreigners claiming it for their own.
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