My niece is a public defender. Every once in a while she gets assigned a sovereign citizen.
She says the first conversation goes for about ten minutes. It gets her nowhere.
Then the court appearance consists of her explain to the judge that citizen John Doe is a nation unto himself. The she sits down, takes out a nail file, touches up her manicure, and listens as the judge eviscerates John.
The second meeting is closer to what everyone else gets the first time.
I just hope the flag behind the bench doesn’t have a fringe on it! All hell would break loose!
Glad all public defenders are not so la-di-da.