Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

It's now 40 months since undischarged and trustee-less bankrupt and collection target Patrick "Super Mullet Nexus Dood" Ross filed his meritless and idiotic defamation action against me, and has done, well, nothing to move it forward. I could have filed to have that dismissed simply for lack of progress on Patrick's part, but there was no hurry and the longer it lingers, the easier it becomes to argue that it needs to be thrown out.

I'll have a longer screed on all of this on the weekend, as I'm deeply immersed in end-of-year technology wrap-up and closing off Jira issues. Stay tuned.

TIME WELL SPENT: Given all of the things Patrick could be doing to improve himself and extricate himself from the life-destroying hole he's dug over the years, his idea of time well spent appears to be to record podcasts wherein, over the course of the last six days, this particular presentation has attracted a grand total of 22 viewers and zero comments.

Patrick might want to rethink his priorities.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Feeling somewhat unfulfilled, it seems.

One of my confidential informants refers me to this recent YouTube offering from undischarged bankrupt, financial fugitive, and 43-year-old incel poster boy Patrick Ross, lamenting as to how religious music just doesn't seem to solve all of the financial and relationship problems he has inflicted on himself over the last 14 years since he defamed me maliciously, got sued by me for it, then failed to even file a defence, was found in default and was hit with an $85,000 judgment which, with accruing interest, means that today Patrick owes me around $120,000 (an amount that is increasing by several hundred dollars per month).

It's possible that God might have had some advice for Patrick but, given his behaviour over those 14 years, he might have been better off taking advice from a good lawyer.

I'm just making a suggestion.

P.S. Note that Patrick reveals in that excruciatingly painful video that he is in Grande Prairie, which reminds me to let everyone know that I am still in the market for any information as to where Patrick is living and/or working these days, and what (if anything) is happening regarding the sale of Casa Ross in Lloydminster.

It seems unlikely that Patrick is living part-time at Casa Ross as that would mean that place is standing empty most of the time, which would be a massively inefficient use of a sellable property, and I'm guessing his siblings would not be thrilled by the idea of not being able to cash in on their possible inheritance if Patrick is squatting there and making it impossible to sell. So I am definitely curious as to what is happening with that property, if anyone in that vicinity has the time to do a drive-by and make some notes.

OH, DEAR GOD ... Apparently, Patrick fancies himself an authority on romance and relationships as, six months ago, he decided to impart his worldly experience here. I could not watch the whole thing, but it is entertaining to note that, in the six months that that screed has been online, it has had a grand total of 27 views.

I remember the days long ago when Patrick was convinced he was going to be a major player on social media. Apparently, social media did not agree.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

It is now a full 39 months since a Saskatchewan judge lowered the boom on undischarged bankrupt and financial fugitive Patrick "Hellllooo, ladies" Ross, telling him what he owed me and cranking up the accruing interest to a whopping five per cent:

It's not clear what Patrick is up to these days, apart from living off the grid and dodging the various parties that would love to have a chat with him.

I'm told that Patrick still brags about how he is "winning" his lawsuit against me -- a curious position given that he has done nothing whatsoever in terms of moving that filing along for over two years now, so you can rest assured I'm not losing any sleep over it and, come the new year, I'll probably move to have it dismissed as abandoned, and ask the court to award me costs.

When I file such a motion, I suspect Patrick will not be thrilled about disputing it, as that would require him to actually present himself before the Court, and I would make sure he would be required to attend in person (as he was told by the Court he should have done last time). Seeing as how I am in Ottawa, and he filed this action in Grande Prairie, Alberta, I have the freedom to attend remotely, but I will see to it that the court tells Patrick he needs to drag his pasty ass down to the courthouse in person, where certain other parties might be waiting for him.

Anyway, another month, another several hundred dollars added to what Patrick owes me. It's almost like he's never going to get out from under this. I suspect he regrets not agreeing to various really reasonable settlement offers I've made over the years.

Regrets ... I'm betting he has a few.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Not taking these rumours seriously anymore.

Recently, an unidentified commenter -- ostensibly trying to be helpful -- left the following comment:

I've heard a process server tracked [undischarged bankrupt Patrick Ross] down in [Grande Prairie] which promptly made him relocate to Lloydminster where he's couch surfing at his brother's place.

Same little birdy informed me he's no longer working at Fluid Pro for the same reason. He was renting a room with two other people from his work in GP and he's bailed on them to avoid service.

He's well aware people are searching for and trying to serve him. Ole triple chin is only certifying everything everyone already knows about him. He's a piece of shit that avoids accountability by living off the grid and never having a bill in his name ever again. Btw, it's hard to come by 8000 calorie meals when you're eventually forced to live in the woods with zero survival skills.

No proof of any of the above was provided and this comment shows some of the same hallmarks of past comments, again from unidentified sources and with no evidence of any kind to back up the claims, which suggests that someone is simply trying to play me and waste my time.

It is entirely possible that the source is Patrick himself, who feeds me such sensational revelations in the hope that I take the bait and subsequently publish something indiscreet and legally actionable. So far, whenever I've reproduced claims like this, I've been very careful to mention that they are just rumours without evidence, so to that extent, I'm safe.

At this point, though, I'm not going to waste any attention on further gossip like the above without some backing proof. If the source is indeed Patrick (and that is just speculation), he's free to continue wasting his time trying to goad me into doing something stupid, but I'm not going to bite.

P.S. Still no action on Patrick's moldering, meritless lawsuit against me; any time he wants to move it along, he knows where I can be served, and he knows he needs to provide a proper and confirmed address for legal service. So ... no, I'm not expecting anything.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Watching those calories, I see.

Apparently, Patrick is trying to eat healthier these days and ... and ... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Just kidding; he's working on a fifth chin.

Someone should introduce Patrick to the concept of a "vegetable." And no, ketchup doesn't count as a vegetable.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Maybe I'll gloat just a little.

Poor Patrick: While his anemic Twitter account putters along with maybe a few dozen views per tweet, I had a pretty good day yesterday:

OK, gloating over.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Hmmmmmmm ...

Pursuant to my recent query as to where Lloydminster's favourite undischarged bankrupt and soft-core porn author Patrick "Yo, ladies, I'm available" Ross might be hanging his jockstrap these days, an anonymous tipster proffers the following:

I've heard a process server tracked him down in GP which promptly made him relocate to Lloydminster where he's couch surfing at his brother's place.

Same little birdy informed me he's no longer working at Fluid Pro for the same reason. He was renting a room with two other people from his work in GP and he's bailed on them to avoid service.

He's well aware people are searching for and trying to serve him. Ole triple chin is only certifying everything everyone already knows about him. He's a piece of shit that avoids accountability by living off the grid and never having a bill in his name ever again. Btw, it's hard to come by 8000 calorie meals when you're eventually forced to live in the woods with zero survival skills.

Again, this is an anonymous tip so take it for what it's worth. I knew Patrick has a brother, but I thought he lived elsewhere, not in The Lloyd. Also, if that part is true, it means he's not currently crashing at Casa Ross, which would suggest it really is on the market, or that perhaps one of Patrick's sisters has moved in. Either way, if all of this is accurate, it does mean (as I speculated) that Patrick has no permanent residence at the moment, which is going to make it a bit difficult for him to proceed with any sort of legal action against anyone if he can't provide a proper address for legal service.

Also, it's worth noting that, if Patrick really is back in the Lloyd, he might be working there and, if that's the case, my collection order against him is enforceable throughout Saskatchewan, so if anyone happens to learn that Patrick has any kind of employment with a Saskatchewan employer, by all means, drop me a note and I will assuredly pass it on to he the Saskatchewan constabulary who will gleefully drop a garnishment order on said employer.

Patrick really should have paid me the paltry $10,000 when he had the opportunity. Sadly, that day is long gone.

P.S. I should point out that if party or parties are actively trying to serve Patrick with legal documents, that doesn't include me as I refuse to waste any time or money trying to serve Patrick without having a proper and verified address for service. That would mean someone else is sufficiently pissed with Patrick to want to see him in court. He's really making himself popular these days, isn't he?

Chronicles of Twatrick: Living well, I see.

For a trusteeless, undischarged and massively indebted bankrupt ($120K+ owed to me and climbing) currently on the run from an indeterminate number of pursuers, process servers, government agencies and sheriffs, Lloydminster's Patrick "Smash That Thing In My Really Stupid Face" Ross seems to be living quite well, blowing through whatever inheritance he thinks he's going to hang onto after the courts (and me) eventually catch up with him.

In any event, my confidential informants are doing a bang-up job keeping me current on Patrick's ongoing cultural travels and culinary abominations. As it were.

P.S. Remember, ladies ... he's single. One line. No pushing.

P.P.S. It just occurred to me that, despite Patrick's constant photos of concerts, rodeos, fights and greaseburgers, he has not to my knowledge posted a single pic recently that suggests he has an actual home; there is no visual evidence of Patrick ever preparing a home-cooked meal, for example.

Perhaps that's just Patrick being cautious about not giving away where he lives. Or it could be that he actually has no real home and spends all of his time on the road, either working or stuffing his face with 8,000 calories a day at whatever diner he runs across.

It would be sad if he didn't so thoroughly deserve it.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Where is he living these days?

One of my confidential informants refers me to this recent tweet of Patrick "Super Duper Quintuple Threat Bad Ass D00d" Ross, which makes it sound like he is an official resident of Saskatchewan, even though it is decidedly unclear where he actually lives:

As always, anyone with current information on the whereabouts of Lloydminster's favourite undischarged bankrupt and village idiot is invited to drop me a note as the Saskatchewan sheriffs are still interested in what he's up to these days and where he might be found.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Let the surveillance resume!

Once again, I am in the market for someone in the Lloydminster, SK vicinity who wants to make some coin doing simple surveillance for me of Casa Ross. I'm after someone who can do a drive-by at least a couple of times a week and report on whatever they see. If it seems useful, taking pictures of any sudden spurt of activity would be appreciated, and that is a perfectly legal thing to do as long as you remain on public property when you do it.

I'm not asking for anyone to go onto the property; I will not condone any lawbreaking, I'm just after regular reports on what is happening there. As always, I will not disclose the address, but it's in the S9V 1E1 postal code area if that helps you decide if it's something you can do without going to too much effort.

If you think you can do this for me, drop me a note at canadiancynic@yahoo.ca and we can chat about what you're available for, and an appropriate compensation.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

Yes, it is now a full 38 months since a Saskatchewan judge told trustee-less, undischarged bankrupt, financial fugitive and 40-something Patrick "High School Chicks Dig Me" Ross how much he owed me and cranked up the annual interest rate on that amount to a whopping 5 per cent, to the point where Patrick is now indebted to me for over $120,000 (an amount increasing by several hundred dollars every single month), suggesting he is never, ever, ever, ever, ever getting out of debt or bankruptcy -- an embarrassing situation for someone who openly brags about being the smartest d00d on the Intertoobz.

This is also around the time that a previous anonymous tipster suggested that the residence of the late Ken Ross was going on the market in Lloydminster so, once again, I invite my loyal and long-suffering readers who are in that area to take a spin by Casa Ross and see if there is a "FOR SALE" sign out front, or signs of any other finalization activities I should know about. (As always, I will not post the address; regular readers will know what it is and if you don't but want to help, email me at canadiancynic@yahoo.ca and I'll provide it.)

In other Patrick-related news, it is also now 26 months since Patrick filed his meritless defamation lawsuit against me -- an action that he has failed to pursue for quite some time, not only because it is utterly worthless, but because in order to push it along, Patrick would have to provide an actual, physical address for legal service, and we all know he's not going to do that, so his action just lies moldering until I finally decide to invest the effort in having it tossed. (Another reason Patrick is not going to move on this lawsuit is that he knows that that would involve him having to return to court, where he is aware that massive unpleasantness awaits him in the sense of various parties that would dearly love to get ahold of his pasty, bankrupt ass for legal reasons.) But there is one more upcoming development.

While I have been diligent in not going after Patrick from my CC Twitter account, that is almost certainly going to change later this fall, and this should cause Patrick some concern given that I have a fairly sizable readership of just under 14,000 followers, and if I decide to unleash all of them on finding Patrick, it's safe to say he's toast. I haven't done that yet, but the time is coming.

In any event, I am working like a rented mule these days at a job I absolutely love; I am eating well, drinking very good gin, and preparing for a U.S. Thanksgiving long weekend at my favourite annual cabin getaway, where we will keep the cast-iron wood-burning stove going and spend the entire weekend chilling and reading, all while Patrick is wondering how to stay one step ahead of The Man.

Until next month, then.

P.S. Um ...

... given that Patrick has no idea what took place during discovery, he might want to be a bit more circumspect about making such claims. Also, publicly claiming that I lied under oath is yet more defamation, but Patrick has never been one to exhibit anything resembling good judgment.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Just rubbing it in.

It's not like I need to rub it in, but it must be maddening for crushingly-indebted undischarged bankrupt Patrick "High School Cheerleader Stud Muffin Super Mullet Total Package" Ross that I can get 350,000 views for a single tweet, and he's lucky to break double digits on any of his social media expectorations:

In any event, time for another "Interestversary" post, I guess. Stay tuned.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Still looking for attention.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before massively-indebted undischarged bankrupt and self-described teen stud muffin Patrick Ross, knowing that no one reads his dreck, tried to insert himself into my Twitter timeline to leech off of my popularity. Given that Patrick gets (on a good day) in the low double digits for any one of his childish tweets, it must have been maddening to look over and see the 70,000 views in less than 24 hours for my recent thread on church burnings, and to decide he wanted in on all that readership.

(Until now, Patrick had been smart enough to keep his distance from my Twitter account, but it must have been too much for him to see all that viewership and not want to grab a piece of it for himself like the attention whore that he is.)

To no one's surprise, Patrick was as spectacularly dishonest as he always is, such as when someone pointed out that the alleged list of church arsons contained numerous accounts of simple fires with no mention of arson, to which Patrick leaped in and countered with (and I am not making this up), "Oh, yeah? Well, you can't prove it *wasn't* arson." That would be Patrick, demanding that someone else prove a negative. (I'm guessing that that follows Patrick's internal logic that suggests that if he accuses someone of being a pedophile and he is challenged to provide proof, he would snap back, "Oh, yeah? Can you prove he *isn't* a pedophile?")

I have no intention of letting Patrick try to attract attention by riding on my coattails, so he's been blocked from my Twitter account. I'm sure he will respond maturely by some sort of name-calling or childish denigration. Whatever. But he can go back and play in his own sandbox where he knows almost no one is interested in whatever he has to say.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Casa Ross on the market?

It's now October, and a full 16 months since the passing of Ken "Yes, all of my children are imbeciles" Ross of Lloydminster, SK, so it behooves us to begin pondering that earlier rumour that Casa Ross was being fixed up in preparation for going on the market sometime this month. Keep in mind this was an unsubstantiated rumour left here by an anonymous tipster so there was no actual proof to back it up but, given the passage of time, it would make sense that if that passel of hillbillies was looking to share in the spoils of the sale, they'd be gittin' a mite edgy about spiffing the place up and cashing in.

To that end, I'm looking for anyone with the time and inclination (and who resides in that locale) to maybe take a spin by Casa Ross starting about now, and report here what they see in the way of additional activity or "For Sale" signs or anything of the sort. I won't post the address as it is easily available elsewhere (but if you can't find it, drop me a note at canadiancynic@yahoo.ca and I'll fill you in).

A simple email will suffice or, if you are so inclined, you can also take a photo or two as long as you do it from public property, something that is perfectly legal despite what hysterical burbling you might hear from one Patrick "Super Duper Nexus MMA Stud Muffin" Ross.

After all, if that property is actually going on the market, I want to be ready to step in and make its sale as legally awkward as possible given my whoppingly sizable collection enforcement order against Patrick. So if you're in the vicinity and just want to cruise by the property, that would be just ducky.

P.S. I'm also interested in what Patrick is up to these days, and where. Rumour has it that he is back at Fluidpro and still swamping in the mosquito-infested wilds of northern Alberta, while his debt to me increases inexorably by several hundred dollars per month.

One also wonders where he hangs his construction vest these days, if he is not living in the Lloyd, and his status as an undischarged bankrupt prevents him from renting his own place. As I have mentioned before, this is a bit of a situation for Patrick as there is no way he can proceed with his asinine lawsuit against me and represent himself without providing a valid address for legal service, and not only would I insist on him providing such an address, I would insist that he provide actual proof of residence.

In any event, if you run across Patrick in your travels, drop me a note and keep me up to date on his continuing misadventures.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Still as dumb as ever.

Here's trustee-less, undischarged bankrupt and financial fugitive Patrick "Chick Magnet" Ross, once again gleefully celebrating my being sued "twice," clearly not appreciating my earlier warning that it is going to end very badly for him when I finally decide to file to have his stupidity tossed and point out how Patrick spent all that time, not proceeding with his case, but instead blar-har-har'ing on social media about how much fun he was having in refusing to move it along.

I have been assured that the court is going to be vexed with that sort of childish behaviour and immature waste of the court's time.

On top of that, it's not clear how Patrick is even going to move this case forward since, if he tries, I will insist that he needs to provide a proper and legal address for service, and it's not at all clear how that is going to play out given the earlier rumour that the address he currently provides for service, Casa Ross in Lloydminster, is being prepped for sale. If true, there is no conceivable way he can continue to claim that he can be personally served at that address.

Finally, assuming that the other action Patrick is referring to is Ezra Levant's long-lived defamation lawsuit against me, well, given that Patrick has absolutely no idea what's happening there, he might want to be just a wee bit circumspect about yanking his little pud over that one.

In any event, any time Patrick wants to move his lawsuit along, he can provide an actual and valid address for service that represents where he actually lives these days. We can start there.

P.S. Latest calculations show Patrick now owing me over $120,000, an amount increasing by several hundred dollars a month in interest alone. He might want to look into that and decide how he's going to deal with that.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Just rubbing it in.

Sure, it's childish, but it's amusing to let undischarged bankrupt Patrick Ross know how, over the span of less than two days, a single tweet of mine gets over 110,000 views, while he is still puttering along with a few dozen readers per sophomoric utterance.

In other news, given that earlier rumour that Casa Ross in Lloydminster is being prepped to go on the market, I'm again looking for anyone in that vicinity to do the occasional drive-by and let me know of any interesting developments. I'm not going to provide the address, it's easily findable in any of the numerous blog posts on the topic (or you can email me at "canadiancynic@yahoo.ca" and I will provide it).

If the rumour is true, it leaves one wondering just where Patrick is going to hang his bib from now on. It will also require him to -- if he still intends to proceed with his idiotic (and currently dormant) defamation action against me -- provide a valid and legal address for service, as he will certainly not be allowed to keep using the Lloydminster address once it's sold. So that will make life a bit more awkward for Kid Cash Nexus Thunderbolt Quintuple Threat MMA Cosplay Chick Magnet, won't it?

I remember that day so many years ago when Patrick dared me to bring it on:

How exactly did that work out for Patrick? Oh, right ...

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

About to be a very busy day so I'll return this weekend for your monthly update. And, yes, Patrick now owes me several hundred dollars more than he did last month. Between that and his daily diet of $25 greaseburgers, I don't think he'll be buying his own place any time soon.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Ah, the irony.

Here's Patrick Ross -- a man who defamed me maliciously with despicable accusations without a shred of evidence -- who will now lecture us on the importance of evidence:

You can't make this stuff up. You just can't.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Still backing the wrong horse.

Um ... publicly defending a fraud, convicted felon, sexual predator and child rapist isn't the "Own the Libs" moment Patrick thinks it is.

By the way, this is exactly the situation where Patrick would accuse someone else of, say, being fine with child rape; it's the sort of bad faith argument that Patrick is known for. So using Patrick's own logic (for which, again, he is notorious), with Patrick sticking up for Donald Trump, one can safely describe Patrick as having no problem with women being sexually assaulted and 12-year-old girls being raped by 45-year-old men.

Patrick has lived by this sort of dishonest rhetoric for decades -- now he can deal with being on the receiving end.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Carry on readerless.

SEPTEMBER 6 UPDATE: I know it's being cruel, but here's the Twitter analytics from my last seven days:

1.1 million impressions in one week. We now return you to Patrick's 25 views.

One of these things is not like the other:

And I see that poor Patrick is still hashtagging his childish petulance with "#cdnpoli" in a desperate attempt to get more readers.

That does not appear to be working.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Still as unread as ever.

Poor Patrick ... it must just kill him:

81,000 views versus ... 31 views. I don't think Patrick should count on that job as Saskatchewan Bureau Chief for Rebel News any time soon.

P.S. Remember that Patrick is waxing hysterical over the alleged "doxxing" of Algoma Bob when, years ago, he openly bragged about wanting to doxx me. The hypocrisy knows no bounds, does it?

And that's how Patrick ended up bankrupt and owing me $120,000.

Chronicles of Twatrick: The unintentional hilarity.

There is a spectacular amount of entertainment value in Patrick's retweet of an article dissing the value of "experts";

I say this because, since I sued Patrick for malicious defamation back in 2010 (and won as Patrick was so arrogant as to not even file a defence), Patrick's life has been one long shit show due to his refusal to take expert advice, that being legal advice from an actual lawyer.

From the beginning, Patrick refused to retain a lawyer, who might have been able to give him good advice that would have salvaged his sorry excuse for a life. That advice would almost certainly have included filing a defence, removing all of the defamatory material, publicly apologizing, and accepting an initial settlement offer to just pay my legal fees at the time; all of that would almost certainly have minimized the damage.

Instead, as is his pattern, Patrick decided that he had no need of legal expertise and he would get it all from reading Jordan Peterson books, which is why his life is currently the way it is -- undischarged bankrupt owing me over $120,000, on the run from both the Office of the Superintendent of Bankruptcy and the Saskatchewan Sheriffs, afraid to open a new bank account in case I learn of it and seize its contents, and (as rumour has it) about to become homeless when his late father's house goes on the market.

All of this could have been avoided if Patrick had simply availed himself of some expert legal counsel; he chose not to, and this is where we are today.

Yeah, what do those "experts" know, right, Patrick?

Chronicles of Twatrick: The burning hypocrisy.

I knew this was coming; it was only a matter of time:

That's undischarged bankrupt, financial fugitive and soon-to-be-homeless ladies' man Patrick "Maximum Nexus Top Gun MMA Threat Super Cool Stud Muffin" Ross, bloviating hysterically about my alleged attempt to ruin the life of the obnoxious wanker who made such an ass of himself to the Prime Minister of Canada on video.

And this is Patrick from years gone by, publicly assuring everyone how joyful he would be to disclose my then-private identity and how it would warm the cockles of his heart to inflict whatever punishment on me that he could in terms of disclosing anything about me that he uncovered:

 Hypocrite much?

Chronicles of Twatrick: The readership (or lack thereof).

Over the years, one of the common insults emanating from the gaseous blowhole of undischarged bankrupt Patrick Ross has been to mock his critics for their lack of followers and readers. "I have over 2,000 followers, and you have only 350, so by definition, I'm better and smarter." Such is the logic of Patrick Ross -- that quality is defined exclusively by readership or followership.

So it must just grind his gears that my readership exceeds his by, oh, a couple orders of magnitude. Here's Patrick, with a tweet from days ago with a whole 36 views:

By comparison, here's one of my tweets, from the unearthly hour of before 5 a.m. on a long weekend Saturday and less than four hours ago, already heading for 2,000 views:

Poor Patrick ... all these years of trying to be an online somebody, only to discover that absolutely no one is interested in his childish rantings. That's what happens when you make some really poor life choices.

P.S. Views is now over 3,500 in less than 5 hours, and you can keep up with the popularity here. I assume Patrick will find some way to mock this without admitting to the utter humiliation.

UPPITY DATE: Over 41,000 views in well under 12 hours -- a readership poor Patrick with his 36 viewers can only dream of:

Yeah, I'm being cruel.

MORE UPPITY DATE: This took, literally, less than 24 hours:

I look forward to Patrick mocking this and explaining how it proves I'm a loser. Or maybe how he's "winning" his lawsuit against me. Or something equally childish.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Ah, the intellectualism.

It is hard to believe that Patrick is 43 years old.

It is extremely easy to believe that he is an undischarged bankrupt with no chance of a meaningful relationship ever.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Reward offer to Ross siblings for information.

I've been thinking about this for a while so, what the heck, it can't do any harm. I am offering the reward of $500 to the first of Patrick Ross' siblings who can supply me with a certified copy of the late Ken Ross' will, which will allow me to plan how I can legally seize any portion of the estate that was left to Patrick. There are actually two independent ways to collect that reward.

1. First, a properly notarized copy of the will showing that Patrick is receiving significant assets from the estate of the late Ken Ross.
2. In the alternative, if the will shows Patrick receiving nothing, then additional proof of some earlier version of the will showing he was a beneficiary but has since been removed.

In addition, the first sibling to get me that information not only collects the reward, but also gets an assurance that I will do what I can to not screw up their inheritance.

If any of the Ross siblings is interested in discussing this, they can reach me at canadiancynic@yahoo.ca; I am open to negotiation depending on what information they can provide. Short of working out some sort of compromise, I will be doing everything I can to interfere with the distribution of that estate until I can collect what I am owed by Patrick Ross.

The clock is now ticking, and only the first respondent is eligible for the reward.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy Lawsuitversary!

It is now exactly two years since undischarged bankrupt and vexatious litigant Patrick "Super Mullet Stud Muffin" Ross filed his idiotic and meritless defamation lawsuit against me, and has subsequently made zero effort to move it along in the courts, and two years seems long enough before starting to think about filing to have that stupidity dismissed as abandoned.

Regular readers might recall that that is exactly what I did with Patrick's asinine appeal of his Conditional Discharge Order -- an appeal he "filed" in late 2014, then let languish for over three years, whereupon I filed to have it dismissed for want of proceeding, and the judge agreed with me entirely, writing (in part) of Patrick's pathetic appeal (the reference in para 14 to "Mr. Day" should actually read "Mr. Ross"; otherwise, the paragraph makes no sense):

The upshot of that 2018 ruling was to kick Patrick's appeal to the curb as abandoned, clearing the way for all of the subsequent legal ass-kicking I administered to Kid Cash Nexus Thunderbolt etc etc etc.

In any event, I think two years grace is more than enough for someone who, while making no effort to proceed with his own lawsuit, nevertheless has spent countless hours bragging about it on social media. We'll see what the court thinks of that sort of childish arrogance.

BONUS TRACK: An early part of the same ruling shows J. Barrington-Foote summarily dispensing with Patrick's feeble rationalizations for why he did nothing with an already-filed appeal for three and a half years:

Hilariously, even the judge makes fun of Patrick's submission, quoting the unnecessarily pompous use of the word "deleterious," then further disembowels the rest of Patrick's childish whining. And when I eventually file to have Patrick's current lawsuit dismissed as abandoned, you can rest assured that I will be using the above as Exhibit A of Patrick wasting the court's time exactly like this in the past.

In the end, Patrick's own contemptible behaviour with the courts is going to come back to bite him big time in his burger-infused butt.

ABOUT PARA 15: It's worth noting that the judge, in paragraph 15 above, makes it clear he is aware that Patrick, rather than restricting himself to issues related to his 2014 bankruptcy appeal, is trying to re-litigate the original judgment from back in 2010, which means that after all those years, Patrick still does not understand how the law works.

It is a fairly basic principle of law that, when in court, you confine your arguments to the matter that is before the judge, and you cannot arbitrarily start whining about other stuff. At the time of the 2018 hearing above related to Patrick's dormant and moldering bankruptcy appeal, it was long established that I had sued Patrick for defamation, I had won that suit by default, Patrick no longer had any recourse to object to that ruling, Patrick had filed for personal bankruptcy, and at his 2014 hearing, he was assessed a Conditional Discharge Order (CDO) to pay a certain amount per month for a number of years.

None of the above was reviewable, other than that final issue of the CDO -- that was the basis of Patrick's 2014 appeal, and my subsequent filing asked the Court to throw out that appeal due to obvious lack of interest on Patrick's part to move forward with it. What this means is that the only issue before the court was my request to dismiss Patrick's appeal, while Patrick's job was to convince the court to allow it to move forward. That's it, that was the entirety of the motion before the judge, nothing more.

And yet ... and yet ... Patrick decided to bitch and moan about how he didn't like the original judgment, and perjury, and harassment, and various nonsense, which the judge (as you can read) had no patience for. None of that was relevant to the hearing that day, and it is depressing that Patrick (who loves to brag about his stellar legal acumen) chose to embarrass himself that way. He lost that motion, of course, because he chose to obsess over irrelevancies rather than address the actual issue.

Patrick is not very good at law. He never has been.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy 3-YEAR Interestversary!

Hard to believe that it's been three long years since a Saskatchewan judge told undischarged bankrupt and self-described bikini designer Patrick "The Dangers of Home Schooling" Ross how much he owed me, while cranking up the interest rate on all that dosh to five percent:

 

Nothing really new to report so we can sum up Patrick's life as, let's see, going on 15 years since I went after him for defaming me and getting my $85,000 default judgment against him because he was too arrogant to even submit a defence; chasing him around Alberta for a couple years during which he was found in contempt of court twice; Patrick declaring personal bankruptcy while lecturing everyone else on how conservatives are the party of accountability and personal responsibility; getting his ass kicked at his bankruptcy discharge hearing by a Registrar who effectively called him an unprincipled weasel; getting a truly favourable Conditional Discharge Order that he ignored to the point where I had him removed from the protection of bankruptcy, thus reinstating the full amount of what he owed me plus all those years of interest; ignoring numerous settlement offers over the years, including one for the paltry sum of $10,000 that could have made all this go away years ago; my currently having a collections order against Patrick in the province of Saskatchewan and, finally ...

... if rumours are to be believed, Patrick's sole "residence" -- the home of his late, deranged parents -- perhaps being prepped for sale, leaving Patrick with no permanent residence other than whatever crap room he's renting while making a living as a "swamper" in the black fly-infested environs of northern Alberta and gorging himself on greaseburgers while wondering why women just aren't hitting on him like they used to.

Have I missed anything? Oh, and he currently owes me in excess of $120,000, an amount going up several hundreds of dollars per month as he dithers and dawdles about how to proceed with his execrably stupid and meritless defamation lawsuit against me, knowing that any effort to move it forward will require him to interact with the court system, where I guarantee there will be various legal parties waiting for him when he shows up.

So, yeah, Patrick's life is going swimmingly. It reminds one of that time many years ago that Patrick challenged me to bring the pain:

Excuse me while I return to my 12,000+ adoring followers on Twitter, and leave Patrick wondering where he's going to live come October.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Stepping on those rakes again.

Yes, it's also Happy Interestversary -- which I will deal with later -- but here's Patrick, once again inflicting damage on himself:

Having insisted since the beginning that the Freedom Convoy was fully lawful and legal, Patrick very unwisely reproduces a Public Safety snippet that refers quite clearly to the [emphasis added] "Winter 2022 illegal demonstrations and blockades."

Patrick is not the sharpest sandwich in the picnic basket, is he?

Chronicles of Twatrick: More affidavit hilarity.

Having recently mocked an excerpt from one of the affidavits of undischarged bankrupt and possibly soon-to-be-homeless Patrick "Well, hellllooooo, ladies" Ross, I present you with another snippet, this one from a November 2022 affidavit wherein Patrick takes issue with my submission that there might have been a family farm handed down by an ancestor, and Patrick insists that having made that claim is wildly defamatory. Here is almost the entire page from that affidavit:

The first couple paragraphs are not relevant to this point, they're just to chuckle once again over Patrick's obsession to use the most legalistic and bombastic verbiage possible, as in, "The issue binding Mr Day to the conduct of his co-defendants is not necessarily a matter of formal association, but rather a matter of formal affiliation through common action." You can be forgiven if you fell asleep halfway through that; I have previously posted examples where, in front of an actual judge, Patrick tried this kind of nonsense and the judge responded simply with, "What in the name of Michelle Ferreri's wine box are you babbling about?".

In any event, even as Patrick insists that I defamed him by discussing the possibility of farm land, review the above and note well the very careful qualifiers I used. Even as Patrick wants to claim that I was making statements of fact, one can clearly see how carefully I chose my conditionals: "according to rumours (which I have not yet substantiated ...", "I have been informed", "I have been told" and "If any of the above is true". Even a child can see that I am couching my writing in speculation, and making it clear that while I have heard these rumours, I have seen no proof of them. This is a big problem for Patrick, as he knows well that that is a defence against defamation, but he will of course deny this, but the above also demonstrates why Patrick gets his ass kicked so often in court.

You see, Patrick is easily one of the most dishonest rhetoricians on social media -- he perpetually and relentlessly misrepresents others' writings and points of view, then claims victory by dispatching an opinion that was never made. This is his modus operandi -- it is the definition of arguing in bad faith.

Patrick's major failing is that he takes this same behaviour into the courtroom, and appropriately gets absolutely crucified for it. Patrick utterly fails to appreciate that, while his childish word games might play well on Twitter, it invariably blows up in his face in front of a judge, just as the above is going to do if it gets to court, as any competent judge will trivially explain to Patrick that all of the above production of mine are obviously statements of opinion given all those qualifiers, and Patrick will get humiliated once more.

Tune in again when I mock and humiliate another excerpt from Patrick's legal filings.

BONUS TRACK: It's worth pointing out that Patrick continues to make the same mistake on the very next page regarding my speculation about a "fraudulent conveyance" if Patrick's family tried to hide his ownership of the rumoured farm land. Here is the relevant portion of Patrick's affidavit:

Yet again, note well my clear and unambiguous qualifier when I write [emphasis added]:

"In the context of this spat with Patrick, the possibility of an FC arises with respect to two rumours I have been hearing:"

How does one reproduce that sentence and not appreciate that, once again, I am indulging in speculation and openly admitting that these are unsubstantiated rumours? (And lest you think I am taking things out of context, you're welcome to read the entire post here.)

This is, quite literally, the quality of Patrick's legal filings -- grotesque misreading and misrepresentation of what I wrote, out of which he fabricates bogus accusations. As I said, this might play well with Patrick's dozens and dozens of Twitter followers, but it will not end well when placed in front of an actual judge.

It never does.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Of bounties and surveillance.

As a bonus for my loyal and long-suffering readers, I will gift you with another snippet from one of Patrick Ross' affidavits related to his meritless defamation lawsuit against me, just so you can truly appreciate the utter lack of foundation it has -- this bit comes from a November 2022 affidavit, wherein Patrick is suggesting to the court that ... oh, just read it and we'll come back to it:

First, appreciate Patrick's desperate and painful attempts to sound high-falutin' and legalistic -- "financial inducements" in aid of "incentivizing" people to do certain things. Patrick really does love his five-dollar words, but what he is suggesting is simply ... weird.

With regard to my open and quite public invitation for people to check in on Patrick in Lloydminster and, further, to perhaps reimburse them for their trouble and gas, Patrick bloviates as to how this somehow constitutes offering an illegal "bounty" according to the Criminal Code of Canada [CCoC]. I have looked, and I have been unable to find anything in the CCoC that prohibits offering to compensate people for time and travel expenses. But it gets worse.

In terms of what I am asking for, I've been quite open in asking people to do nothing more than drive by the Lloydminster residence and let me know of any interesting developments. As long as one stays on public property, there is absolutely no problem with this, but Patrick subsequently launches into this pearl-clutching diatribe as to how those people are clearly not "licensed" to do such surveillance work and therefore it is "unlawful."

I could go on, but I believe you're starting to get the idea of the vacuousness of Patrick's filing against me -- his argument to the court is that, by trying to find him in order to enforce my collection proceedings against him, I am breaking the law simply by asking others to help me and perhaps reimbursing them for their expenses in doing so.

This is the level of absurdity to which we have descended.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Keep providing that evidence.

As I pointed out recently, I have attracted my own personal, obsessed online stalker in one Patrick "Super Mullet Kid Cash Thunderbolt etc etc etc" Ross, who seems determined to comment on every single thing I tweet. First, it is amusing that poor Patrick still gets almost no views as no one wants to read his perpetual bitching and moaning:

More significantly, every one of those creepy rebuttals is being added to my collection of evidence that Patrick seems to have plenty of time to yap on social media, while claiming to be too busy to proceed with his defamation lawsuit against me. I can assure you, the court will not be amused, but Patrick is invited to continue digging that hole.

Most people whose spectacularly self-destructive life choices end up with them being $120,000 in debt and an undischarged bankrupt who has been found liable for malicious defamation might take a minute and rethink their choices. Apparently not.

P.S. Regarding Casa Ross and its alleged preparation for being put on the market, a reminder that I have online access to knowing when that house goes on the market, I have online access to Saskatchewan land title information, and I have a Lloyd-based confidential informant who is keeping me up to date on daily developments.

So, yeah, I have a handle on the situation.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Wheels in motion.

As I mentioned recently, an anonymous commenter (really, I have no idea who it is) suggested that Patrick, while yapping his face off at a Lloydminster burger and beer joint, disclosed that he is occasionally hanging out at Casa Ross and that he is prepping the place for an October sale. No evidence was presented for this, but it does make a certain amount of sense as it has been over a year since the passing of Ken Ross, and one assumes that unless that family of gormless hillbillies wants to keep the property, they would really, really, really want to unload it and take the cash.

In preparation for that possibility, I have been in touch with, well, various authorities and, for once, I'm going to play this close to the vest to not give Patrick any warning of what I'm organizing; I will say simply that, the instant I learn that that house is on the market, things will start happening. I have been advised by people who know this sort of thing that, yes, I do have legal recourse in the event that Casa Ross is sold and part of the proceeds is destined for Patrick. More than that, I'll keep to myself for now.

So now, I guess we wait, as my Lloydminster confidential informant continues his surveillance.

P.S. I think I can safely disclose the following while keeping the rest in reserve.

If (and I stress if) my anonymous commenter is correct and Casa Ross is being prepped for sale, it is entirely possible that that family of goobers has played games with the will in the sense of having Patrick removed from it for the purpose of claiming that he is not receiving anything I can seize. I have been advised that that would be a dangerous strategy for them and here's why.

If all of Patrick's siblings share in the proceeds of the sale but Patrick gets nothing, a court would be very interested in the oddity of this situation, and I would (predictably) make the argument that this is a childish attempt to defeat my collection enforcement. The obvious argument on my part would be to have the court order those goobers to turn over all versions of the will, including earlier versions that might have included Patrick. But here's where it gets dangerous.

I would not just be arguing about Patrick's potential share of the sale proceeds. No, I would argue that none of the proceeds can be disbursed until this issue is resolved, which means that no one would be getting any money while this matter works its way through the courts. And given that, if they fight this, it could conceivably take years, that entire gang of gormless halfwits might be sitting on their hands for quite some time as this is contested.

If Patrick and his siblings want to take that chance, I have the time and the resources. Let's see how badly Patrick's family members want to protect him if it comes to that. Oh, and if I eventually win, it's almost a certainly that I would be awarded substantial costs. So, yeah, bring it on.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Peace (River) out, dude.

As described previously, regular surveillance of Casa Twatsy in Lloydminster is underway; the latest report from yesterday is of no untoward activity, which is not surprising as another confidential informant tells me that Patrick has been posting pics from the Peace River area, suggesting that Patrick is still employed in Alberta somewhere, and commuting home for weekends where he might very well be working on cleaning out the family residence in preparation for unloading it.

My local spy is watching carefully, particularly for any "FOR SALE" sign wherein I might be in the frame of mind to have a chat with the realtor and explain the situation. It's unlikely that I could interfere with the sale of the house itself (if the proceeds go to the estate), but I will certainly step in to block the transfer of whatever share Patrick is slated to receive.

In any event, my covert surveillance program is working nicely, and I will keep you posted.

P.S. Yet another CI reports that Patrick is yet again talking smack about me on social media but, frankly, I have no interest in viewing any more of his childish bloviatings. I will simply let the interest keep piling up.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Oh, my.

First, let the surveillance begin. I have recently arranged for a confidential informant to start doing regular drive-bys of Casa Ross in Lloydminster (possibly even daily) for the next several weeks, and keep me apprised of any unusual developments. Said CI has been instructed that photos are not strictly necessary unless it's particularly informative; other than that, verbal reports will do just fine. But here's the kicker.

Just left as an anonymous comment on an earlier post:

"Patrick's back living at his dad's house when he's not working. The truck with the transformers logo is his. He's keeping up the place until they sell it. House is getting prepped for sale by October 15."

This jibes with what my CI has already told me, in that there is a storage trailer parked in the driveway, most likely in aid of cleaning out the place in preparation for sale. It remains to be seen what sort of activity occurs over the next several weeks, but I am assured that I will be informed of it in detail.

How Patrick factors into the sale is unknown, but I have everything in place to start collection proceedings in case Patrick gets a cut of the proceeds. In the meantime, Patrick is invited to continue bragging about how I am *losing* a lawsuit to him. Whatever helps him sleep at night (wherever that is once he's homeless).

Chronicles of Twatrick: My own personal stalker.

It is minimally amusing to have one's own personal online stalker, as perpetual bankrupt and financial dumpster fire Patrick "Kid Cash Thunderbolt etc etc etc" Ross continues to haunt my Twitter feed and publish devastatingly puerile retorts to whatever I write. Oh, look ... having once accused me of being a pedophile (with life-altering results for him), Patrick now suggests I am a virgin (note obligatory #cdnpoli hashtag to try to attract clicks):

Ironically, one of the two defamation lawsuits Patrick accuses me of currently "losing" is one filed by him -- that would be the one he filed almost two years ago and now refuses to move along since he knows how that would end, but I did promise some revelations about that this weekend and I am a man of my word.

One of the meritless pieces of paper Patrick filed related to that action was a December 1, 2022 Affidavit, in which Patrick ... well, I'm not going to reproduce the whole thing (maybe some other time), but I am going to post the final page of his submission (not including the howlingly funny and idiotic exhibits), but before I do that, let me set the stage by pointing out that, when you're trying to accuse someone of malicious defamation and harassment and threats of violence, and you submit an Affidavit, one would think that you would take great care to make your submission focused, and specific, and devastating, and that for the last page, you would save the best and really lower the boom on your intended target, yes?

So understanding all that, here is that last page from Patrick's Dec 1, 2022 Affidavit, wherein he is supposed to be laying out a case against me ... but it doesn't work out that way:

Make sure you grok what is happening in the above -- Patrick, when he should be putting his best foot forward in terms of laying out a case against me, spends almost that entire page complaining about ... someone else.

Seriously, make sure you understand that Patrick devotes almost that entire page whining about the behaviour of someone who is not even a party to the action. That is the embarrassing lack of merit of this action. But the best part is, of course, the final paragraph 57, wherein Patrick awkwardly concedes that I did not do any of that stuff.

This is the basis of Patrick's lawsuit against me -- to accuse an independent third party of misbehaving in all sorts of ways, then to sullenly admit that I did not participate in any of that but, for whatever reason, I should be sanctioned anyway for ... having nothing to do with it. Are you starting to understand why Patrick really doesn't want to drag this before a judge?

P.S. Patrick really needs to dial back the idea of calling other people virgins. I'm just throwing that out there.