Huh. Turns out that not an hour's drive away from my house lies a tiny independent micronation, under its own military dictatorship and with its own laws and (presumably) tax codes. Since owning a micronation is rated as being even more pathetic than being a real-life superhero in the Big Old Book of Things That Sound Awesome But Actually Aren't, I've decided that I don't care, and anyway the big cat habitat just down the street from my house is actually far cooler, and far closer.
Micronations? Please. We already've got one of those in the form of Burning Man, anyway.
You know what wouldn't be in the BOBoTTSABAA? If they went to war. (Burning Man would win.)
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