Vi Coactus

origianlly posted here

Yesterday, in another forum a chap started a conversation with a question. During the writing of today’s response the conversation was closed. However, what follows is an account of how one man took on and beat constables from one county, a magistrates’ court in another and a fines collections office in a third. This is not directly about CT but it is a record of how one man dealt with public servants who believe that they are “The Authorities”.

The lesson?

Any action completed under threat or coercion is invalid.


In the year of water and the dragon, just two nights before a full moon and in the depths of Winter there was a rapid knocking on the door.

After deliberately creating several allegations of speeding ‘offences’ and many more other traffic “offences” in multiple counties, this man was visited by 2 cops at 4.45. a.m. Looking down on them from a bedroom window he engaged in a circular conversation made up entirely of questions.
[Maxim: He who asks the most questions controls the conversation.]
After a few minutes this man said:
“I’ve had enough of this. I’m going back to bed.”
The window was closed and the man stepped back into the warmth of eider. The cops could only walk away.

The Sun rose, travelled across the flat, grey sky and set once more. Darkness embraced the Earth. The following day those two cops returned at 10 a.m. However, they did not know that they had been preceded by three thugs in uniform who had visited an hour earlier and threatened the household with Mechanical Forced Entry (MFE). Also known as the big red key. The man was arrested, cautioned and taken away to a distant town. At the policy station he was questioned. To the first few questions he responded only with questions Then growing bored with the entire process, he advised the young civilian employee behind the desk:
“I grant you my permission to complete the answers to that questionnaire in any way you wish.” then folded his arms and turned his back on the youth. A few minutes and a few questions later one of the two attending thugs exclaimed:
“Why are you being so difficult? Why don’t you answer any of the questions?!!!”
The reply:
“As I recall, When your colleague (on my left) cautioned me, Is it not true [negative averment] that she said:
‘You don’t have to say anything?’ And are you now saying that I do have to say something? I’m confused. Which is it? Do I have to speak or do I not have to speak?”
There was no answer.
With arms folded and back turned to the desk the man waited. A few minutes later when the boy had finished the questionnaire, he printed it and offered it to the prisoner for signing. This was the ONLY time that the man complied with any request. Taking the pen, in the space for the signature he wrote:
“Vi Coactus”
Then for clarity (these public servants had probably never studied Latin) he added:
“Under Protest
Under Duress”
and returned the pen and paper to the boy.

The local magistrates’ court was busy so the cops and the prisoner travelled to another town in another county. The cops, not familiar with the town did not know where the court was. The man knew the town and while laughing, navigated to the court for the cops’ benefit. In the care of two court bailiffs, the man was imprisoned through the day. He was fed and given hot drinks. Reading material was provided. It was lovely. A day of undisturbed meditation and consideration. Nice one.

Seventeen minutes after sunset, in the dark of night, when the business of the day was complete and all strangers had gone home, the prisoner was taken to the dock. We say taken. He was invited and of course as in all things, he could have declined the invitation. However, he had spent the best part of a year researching these matters and NOW was the time to test his knowledge. He willingly accepted the handcuffs, walked up the iron staircase and stepped into the first part of the dock.
“For the record, would you tell the court your name, address and date of berth?”
Said the clerk of the court.
“Madam. Can you show me the power of attorney by which you have been authorised to deal with this matter?” Said he.
One shot across her bows and she was stopped dead in the water. Silent for ten full seconds, Clerky composed herself. The duel began. A conversation made up almost entirely of questions. She lost. She lost because she folded first. She lost because she answered three questions. Then, losing patience, she uttered a threat:
“MR. X*******. If you carry on like this, I’ll have one of the magistrates charge you with contempt of court!!!”
He smiled.
“You have not yet established that you HAVE a court.”
A shot below her waterline and she was sunk. And she knew it. Again, she needed time to re-consider. She had nothing.
The circular charade (and questions) continued. Growing weary and bored, he folded his arms, turned his back on the clerk and members of the silent bench then sat down. The court bailiff (Barbara) pulled on his sleeve and said:
“Stand up. Stand up. You’ve got to stand up.”
From the seat, he looked up at the assailant and said:
“Barbara. Sweetheart. What you have just done amounts to common assault which means that you could find yourself spending a night in one of the cells downstairs. Should you continue to assault me, it then becomes aggravated assault. Then your choice becomes:
Would you rather spend the night in a hospital bed or spend the night in the mortuary or would you rather go and stand in the corner over there?”
Barbara walked.

A magistrate woke up, declared that the case would be heard in the absence of the accused. Eventually there were fines of nearly £4K uttered with (at the suggestion of clerky) alternatives of imprisonment (three months) or seizure of property (the car) for sale at auction. The man laughed.
“Good luck with that. Everything that MR. X******* used to own is held in a private trust.”
The man compelled the court to provide him with transport back home where, by an administrative process he set aside the execution of the order of the court. Now nearly five years later we see:
Fines not paid, man not gaoled and car not seized.

Nota Bene:
We now believe that the winning stroke was played when he wrote Vi coactus. Any action completed under threat or coercion is invalid.

All of the above was accomplished by months of diligent study, avid learning and a little assistance from knowledgeable friends. Over the years We have learned of the necessity of the three H’s which are:
1. Head knowledge. You must know what you’re talking about.
2. Heart knowledge. You have to believe in what you do. And
3. Hand knowledge. You must learn by the practical application of what you know and believe.