This looks like hyperbole to me, but I have interacted with characters on the Internet that make this look normal.

Except those are more like "Watch out, Murica. Gummint jerst wants you to register so's they know whar to go when they come to terk yer guns! After, they'll round us up into consarnitration camps 'n' turn us all inter hamburgers ter feed th' lizard folk what runs ever'thin'."

They pay non-Mint silver bullion rounds for all their transactions, and only travel at night, by horse.

Poe's Law applies.