Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy "4-5".

For what it's worth, today is Patrick's 45th birthday, so you're invited to drop him a note if you can figure out where he is when he's not frantically avoiding process servers and debt collectors and paying me the $125K+ that he owes me.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Of all the things that never happened ...

... this never happened the most:

P.S. It goes without saying that this scenario is hard to believe since, if you were trying to remain inconspicuous, the last thing you would do is wear a mask in the middle of June on a residential street and be openly taking photos of peoples' cars.

I'm going to guess that no actual evidence of this will be forthcoming.

P.P.S. Apparently, over on X, Patrick is insisting that all of the above actually happened but, sadly, no one had a chance to take a picture as evidence. Really? In a society where pretty much every single person owns a smartphone with a camera, not a single person had the presence of mind to snap a photo as the culprit was running away? Gosh, what bad luck. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: How's that estate sale going?

Anyone here swing by Casa Ross and check out the collection of hillbilly hardware for sale?

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy (early) birthday!

First, today is the first day of the thigh-suckingly exciting estate sale of the late and massively unlamented Ken Ross of Lloydminster, where offspring, undischarged bankrupt and financial fugitive Patrick "Dragon Fire of Assholery" Ross and his hillbilly siblings will be clearing out a garageful of velvet Elvis paintings and collectible "Castrol" oil cans or whatever it is that's been piling up over there in Lower Mayberry RFD.

 

More importantly, though, if you happen to be in the area and run into Patrick (perhaps trying to serve him with legal papers), you can also wish him a happy birthday since, as of this coming June 17, Patrick will hit the big "45", and it's worth appreciating that, as someone now firmly in middle age, Patrick's life achievements can be summarized as not owning a home, not having a business, being personally bankrupt and massively in debt to me, and constantly looking over his shoulder wondering if that's a process server or a debt collector.

Quite the accomplishment for someone who, years ago, challenged me to ...

 

And we all know how that turned out, don't we?

P.S. I just heard that at least one of my followers/confidential informants is going to stop by that estate sale and perhaps take some pictures. Cool.

P.P.S. One of my spies tells me that Patrick is once again talking smack about me on Twitter -- he's getting it wrong but that's not the point. The point is that, when I eventually get around to having Patrick's idiotic defamation lawsuit dismissed as abandoned (given that he refuses to move it forward), and he once again whines (as he has before) that he was just too busy or depressed to find the energy, I will be presenting to the court all of Patrick's tweets related to me to prove that Patrick certainly had the time to tweet about me.

It's baffling that Patrick still hasn't figured out that every single thing he publishes about me will be placed in front of a judge at some point to establish malice.

BONUS TRACK: It's worth pointing out how Patrick, year after year, avoids dealing with his legal issues and, when he's finally dragged in front of a judge, he invariably whines about how he's depressed or suicidal or didn't have the energy to get stuff done.

Case in point: After filing a defective appeal of his 2014 bankruptcy judgment, Patrick refused to fix the defects, then walked off, leaving the defective appeal to gum up the works for the next three and a half years and used that as an excuse to not start making the court-ordered payments. When I finally filed to have his appeal dismissed as abandoned due to ridiculous delay, and this went before a judge, well, here's the part of the ruling where Patrick uses the same tired excuses:

 

 

As you can see, Patrick's attempt at a defense was to whine that he just didn't have the energy in three and half years to perfect his appeal. And the judge just wasn't buying it.

Which is why it's so important that Patrick keep talking smack about me on Twitter, so I can keep taking screenshots of all of it and, when it gets to court and Patrick tries all the same tired nonsense, I will have a binder full of evidence that he certainly had time to attack me on Twitter while, curiously, not finding the time to move his own lawsuit along.

It's weird that, in all this time, Patrick hasn't figured this out. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: The joy of parenthood?

Uh ...

 

Is this GF real and does she know that Patrick is a bankrupt deadbeat who owes me around $125,000? I'm guessing no.

Someone should tell her. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: Estate sale looming!

Remember, kids, if you're free this coming weekend and are in the vicinity of Lloydminster, SK, check out the hillbilly hot dog fest at Casa Ross.

 

 

Let me know how it goes.

Chronicles of Twatrick: "Casa Ross" estate sale! Bring cash.

Once again, my trusty confidential informants come through and let me know about the upcoming estate sale at "Casa Ross" in Lloydminster, so if any of you are in the area and want to drop by there, you're invited to let me know how it's going.

 

 

Be assured that it is perfectly legal to take pictures since, at an estate sale, there is obviously no expectation of privacy.

P.S. If you take the time to stop by there, you could perhaps diplomatically and innocently ask if that family of hillbillies has any plan to put the place on the market. That would be useful information for me.

P.P.S. If anyone is looking to serve Patrick with legal papers, well, there you go.