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. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: Apparently somewhere near Fort Mac these days.

One of my confidential informants reports that undischarged bankrupt and soft core porn author Patrick "Super Duper Nexus Chick Magnet" Ross appears to be hanging out in the environs of Fort McMurray, doing whatever it is that "swampers" do to the best of their ability. And while I have nothing new to report beyond that, it's worth mocking Patrick for another one of his legal brainfarts.

You see, it was back in 2010 that Patrick was given several months to respond to my Statement of Claim, suing him for malicious defamation. As he was out of province, he was legally entitled to 40 days to file and serve a Statement of Defence. To no one's surprise, Patrick mouthed off and insulted my then-lawyer and refused to reply so that, after five months, I had finally run out of patience and instructed my lawyer to file to place Patrick in default, meaning that the court would simply remove Patrick from the proceedings and those proceedings would continue without him; in short, there would still be a hearing to determine a ruling and damages but the court would hear only my side.

That made winning considerably easier, and it was in November of 2010 that the Superior Court of Ontario issued a deliciously short endorsement (short since it was based on a default judgment and there was no opposing side's arguments to consider), and the endorsement was thus:

And here's where Patrick's brainfart comes in as, for the next several years whenever I dragged Patrick into court, he insisted that all of this harassment was terribly, terribly unfair since (according to Patrick) he had never been served with the ruling. And here's the brainfart.

You see, Patrick seemed to think that the result of that hearing in late 2010 would be some lengthy screed addressing various issues related to the case, and a probing analysis of my arguments, and so on and so on, and he was absolutely convinced that I was nefariously withholding this from him to his disadvantage. Amusingly, what Patrick failed to understand (and it appears still does not understand to this day) is there was no such lengthy ruling; the endorsement you read above is everything.

That's it. There is no more, and that's because we had filed to place Patrick in default, which means there was nothing from Patrick that the judge had to consider. Ergo, only my side was heard, and it was a short hearing and an even shorter ruling/endorsement.

And yet, to this very day, Patrick still insists that I somehow deprived him of his rights by refusing to provide him with what he is convinced is a lengthy ruling full of legal analysis when, in fact, there is no such thing. It does not exist. It never did. But Patrick never bothered to look into the matter to figure that out.

Patrick really does consider himself some sort of whiz kid boy lawyer, yet he never bothered to take the 30 seconds it would have cost him to figure this out. You can see why he keeps losing. And why he owes me a ton of money.