For weeks now, Lloydminster's favourite undischarged bankrupt and renowned village idiot has been crowing about how, based on his bizarre interpretation of the law, he has every right to sue all and sundry for making fun of him and hurting his feelings. It's tempting to slowly and methodically disembowel his moronic arguments but it occurs that there is a simpler way to crush him like an eggshell.
First, it's worth noting that, with a single exception, Patrick has represented himself in every legal action since my 2010 judgment against him, the end result being that he is now an undischarged bankrupt without a trustee, whose protective stay of proceedings has been lifted by the Court, and who now owes me the full judgment amount of, say, $109,000 (or whatever it is given the five per cent interest rate currently accruing). In short, Patrick has been playing boy lawyer all this time, and it's easy to see how this has not worked out all that well for him. So what advice can one give Patrick?
First, rather than counting on his relentlessly and hilariously deluded interpretation of law, Patrick might do something intelligent and retain a lawyer who knows how the law works, and who can advise him on what he can do and what he can't. Patrick's fundamental flaw in trying to represent himself is that he pores over ruling after ruling, looking for a paragraph (or even a single sentence) that appears to say what he wants, without considering the full context of the ruling or how his particular case fits into that context. If he was smart enough to pay a lawyer, he might actually get useful advice, but I'm guessing that's not going to happen.
His other option is, well, to simply call Canada's Office of the Superintendent of Bankruptcy, and introduce himself, then listen to the people who truly know how this works explain to Patrick how totally and utterly fucked he is. These people are not hard to find:
The upside to just getting on the phone to these people is that it costs nothing, and I'm sure whoever he spoke to would be delighted to tell Patrick just what kind of trouble he's in. However, I think we both know that this is not going to happen, because Patrick consistently considers himself so much smarter than the people who handle this sort of thing for a living.
More to the point, Patrick will not do this because, above all else, he wants to avoid any actual discussion with the OSB so that, later, he can claim that he simply didn't understand certain things. It has always been thus -- Patrick makes himself scarce for as long as possible, then re-emerges with a wide-eyed look of childish innocence, insisting that he would have done all this stuff if only someone had told him.
Unsurprisingly, that nonsense is not going to work anymore, but if Patrick won't take my word for it, I've provided the contact information for the OSB above, and all he needs to is pick up the phone and ask.
I'm going to bet various internal organs that that's not going to happen.
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Patrick will TOTALLY start getting his financial and legal houses in order, but FIRST, he's busy cleaning his room because Jordan Peterson told him to do so.
Based on whether I take his house, Patrick might not have a room to clean.
So, first, he can't retain a lawyer because a lawyer would keep on not telling him what he wants to hear.
Second, an amusing dissonance occurs to me: Patrick wants to claim to be an awesome genius who, in a life defined as a series of hostile encounters, wins them because he's so awesome. But his lame little trick involves repeatedly representing himself as in some fashion even dumber and more ignorant than he actually is. In theory, he could be awesome or he could be the kind of person who remains completely unaware of legal proceedings and responsibilities over years of having them rubbed in his nose; he can't be both. So his attempted dodge firmly undermines his persona.
You really think this yutz has a house to take? I doubt he even has a trailer. He is likely subletting a hovel from someone for cash because his credit rating is in the the toilet. At best CC, you are going to be able to repo a fifteen-year-old truck, some reproductions of wrestling title belts, some REO Speedwagon CDs and a painting of Stephen Harper on black velvet stained with, well...that part is better left unsaid.
I suspect all you will get, aside from the satisfaction of metaphorically slamming a car door on the testicles of Twatrick's financial future, is garnisheed payments of a few hundred bucks a month from Twatsy's job as a counter boy at the local Arby's
Rev: I refer to Patrick's parents' house in Lloydminster, which I assume he thinks he will automatically inherit when his remaining parent passes away. I can assure you, that is not happening -- if Patrick's father dies while Patrick still owes me a pile of money, I will be filing to seize the house, whereupon I will immediately sell it so I can be reimbursed in full for whatever Patrick owes me.
I hope you celebrate the first payment with an open bar for the Ottawa Lefty Blogger's Circle, and invite Patrick to the livestream.
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