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.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Not sure what's going on here.

Apparently, Kid Cash Nexus Thunderbolt Super Mullet Babe Magnet Swamper Thing is crowing about ... well, not sure, something about currently winning Ross v Day II (whatever that is):

So let's recap, shall we? Since 2010, I have with respect to Patrick:

• Won (by default) my lawsuit for malicious defamation, with a resulting judgment against Patrick of $75,000 plus costs
• Forced him in 2012 to declare personal bankruptcy (in which he still resides 12 years later, with little chance of ever getting out)
• Defeated his 2014 motion to get an absolute discharge from bankruptcy
• Succeeded in having his 2014 appeal of the above dismissed as abandoned
• Defeated an idiotic motion from Patrick accusing me of perjury and harassment
• Won my action to have him removed from the protection of bankruptcy, thus reinstating the original judgment amount (plus interest), and had the accruing interest rate kicked up to five percent
• Won my motion to register my judgment in Saskatchewan
• Successfully filed to initiate collection proceedings in Saskatchewan (which is still in effect)

In the meantime, Patrick filed a defamation lawsuit against me in August 2022 which he has done nothing with and refuses to proceed with. But, sure, I'm the one that's losing. Whatever helps Patrick sleep at night.

I will, this weekend, have some previously undisclosed news about Patrick's defamation lawsuit against me, and you won't want to miss it.

P.S. Poor Patrick is currently crowing about the Kirkland Lake bot farm story being a "nothingburger." Seems like a pretty substantial burger given the news coverage it's getting.

LET THE SURVEILLANCE BEGIN! I have just arranged for regular surveillance of the Casa Ross residence in Lloydminster for at least the next several weeks, in which my confidential informant will be taking copious notes of the activity in that vicinity, noting in particular who appears to be there and at what times, vehicles that come and go, any activity related to cleaning out the house or the garage and so on.

If things get interesting, I am assured there will be photos.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Just because I'm feeling cruel.

I will have more to say this weekend about Patrick Ross' indescribably stupid (and dormant) defamation lawsuit against me; in the meantime, let's check in on Patrick's frustration with the fact that I am a popular, widely-read and much-beloved social media personality while Patrick is read by, well, nobody.

Here's one of my tweets from less than 12 hours ago, where you can see the 17K+ readers and, if you're curious, you can pop over there to catch the number of people who think I'm moderately entertaining.

Patrick, on the other hand, still being the creepy online stalker that he is ...

It must eat away at Patrick "Kid Cash Thunderbolt Quintuple Threat Nexus Super Mullet MMA Cosplay Bikini Designer Chick Magnet Alpha Male" Ross that I have such an audience, while he is read by, well, no one.

As it should be.

P.S. Patrick might note the proper use of smiley emojis is to put them on other peoples' work, not your own.

P.P.S. I would be negligent in not pointing out that even the mainstream media reproduces my work. Now I'm just rubbing it in.

AFTERSNARK: Perhaps the creepiest thing about so many of Patrick's tweets is not the fact that he adds laughing emojis to his own tweets, but that he hashtags so many of them to try to drive their engagement. And it still doesn't do him any good. It's just ... sad.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Living rent-free in Patrick's head.

It's kind of sad-making that undischarged bankrupt and financial fugitive Patrick Ross has this obsessive need to stalk my Twitter account and respond (stupidly) to everything I publish ... here's the latest excretion, wherein Patrick insists there is nothing to see regarding the Pierre Poilievre Kirkland Lake bot farm story, despite it having actually trended on Twitter yesterday:

But Patrick's obsession is also driven by the fact that, well, no one on social media reads him (47 views, whoo hoo!), whereas my simply asking a question yesterday generated almost 85,000 views:

It can't be much fun being Patrick and realizing that your life sucks and no one cares what you think.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Racist or misogynistic? You make the call.

And sometimes, people just give up trying to hide their racism and misogyny: