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.
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