Chronicles of Twatrick: Might be F.A.F.O. time for Patrick.

Left by an anonymous commenter, but it matches what we've all come to know about Patrick and his obsession with stalking and harassment (slightly edited for clarity): 

For a while I've been sending Peter Skinner screen shots of Patrick's tweets about him but last week Peter asked if I could send them directly to an RCMP constable referencing a file number.

Peter's out living his life and not uttering a peep about Patrick but Patrick keeps harassing him with things. It certainly looks like Peter's taking steps to rid himself of Patrick for good. Patrick is stalking his online accounts and setting up many accounts mocking him. It would be amazing if charges against Patrick were laid for over a decade of harassment. Patty's harassing several others at the same time so this could blow up in his face dramatically. Patty could be in store for the F.O. portion of decades of F.A. harassment of people. I'm almost giddy at the thought his dumb ass might land in jail where sheriffs would be able to find him anytime they like.

I can confirm Patrick's years of personal harassment of me, so it surprises me not that he invests so much time in stalking others. And add to that whatever I bring down on him when I decide to go after whatever assets he acquires from the sale of his utterly-unlamented lunatic crackpot of a father, and one wonders if his immediate family members are getting at all tired of his shtick and putting their financial assets at risk.

That is one stunningly stupid family. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: Things happening at Casa Ross.

One of my Lloydminster-based confidential informants reports on an unfamiliar vehicle (a white pickup truck) now taking up space at Casa Ross, further suggesting that there is some serious cleanup in preparation for putting that dump on the market:

 

 

It's not clear what to make of this, but it's just a reminder to Patrick that I have spies everywhere.

SPEAKING OF SPIES, a different C.I. gifts me with the revelation that Patrick has perhaps relocated to Camrose, AB, with a new telephone number, 587-322-xxx3 (just so Patrick knows that I know). Not sure if this is an attempt to get out from under his bankruptcy, but I'm sure Patrick realizes by now that, in Canada, personal bankruptcy is federal, not provincial.

In any event, I am still watching the goings-on at Casa Ross intently.

AUG 25 UPPITY DATE: A private note from one of my CIs suggests that the honking big white pickup in the driveway at Casa Ross belongs to one of Patrick's siblings, Jennifer, which further suggests that things are getting serious in terms of clearing out that hovel for sale.

Stay tuned. 

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

Hard to believe, but it's now officially four years since a Saskatchewan judge told undischarged bankrupt and burger-munching financial fugitive Patrick Ross that he owed me a pile of money, and cranked up the accruing annual interest rate to a whopping five per cent. At this point, Patrick owes me somewhere in the vicinity of $125,000-$130,000, but I'm not really trying to be precise anymore; I just know that with every month that goes by, Patrick's debt to me gets kicked up by another several hundred dollars.

The only potential recent development is that my Lloydminster-based spies and confidential informants tell me (via drive-by photos) that something is happening at Casa Ross with the appearance that that collection of truck-driving hillbillies might finally be cleaning out that property in preparation for selling it, since I imagine all four of the Ross siblings really want to get their hands on their late father's bloated assets and, if that is the case, well, I have all the right people lined up and ready to go once that dump goes on the market.

In the meantime, I have heard nothing about Patrick's idiotic defamation lawsuit against me, and I have been advised that, if he chooses not to pursue it (which is his responsibility), I should not waste any time in worrying about it.

Until next month, or something.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Patrick Ross, anti-vaxxer.

To no one's surprise, over on Twitter, Patrick is staunchly on the side of the UCP's deranged and idiotic policy to both limit the availability of COVID-19 vaccines, as well as price those vaccines out of reach of many Albertans.

This is what a cult and cult member look like.

 

 

P.S. Amusingly, I don't recall Patrick expressing any concern over the $80 million worth of "waste" when the UCP purchased a truckload of worthless Turkish Tylenol.

Like I said, that's what being in a cult looks like.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Starting to watch more closely.

First, we are fast closing in on the four-year anniversary of Patrick "Super Badass Quintuple Threat Dragon Fire Nexus Chick Magnet" Ross being told by a Saskatchewan judge how much he owes me and how fast that amount is increasing -- back-of-napkin calculations show about $130,000 by now, increasing by over $500 per month.

But the real news is the increasing evidence (as reported by my network of spies and confidential informants) that Casa Ross -- the Lloydminster property of the late and thoroughly unlamented Kenneth Ross -- is being cleaned up, most likely for going on the market so that that passel of morbidly obese and inbred hillbillies can finally cash in, so I'm staying on top of the situation and will almost certainly be informed of a "For Sale" sign within a day of it being planted in the front yard, at which time things will start to happen.

More than that, I will keep to myself, but I have all the right people lined up and ready to go when the time comes. Whether that family of miscreants wants to get a good lawyer is up to them.

Chronicles of Twatrick: The comings and the goings.

One of my Lloydminster-based confidential informants swung by Casa Ross this weekend and took a pic showing no vehicles in attendance, establishing that something is happening there what with pickup trucks sometimes in the driveway and sometimes not.

 

I am taking this as a good sign that there is some effort being invested in prepping the property for market, at which time I will be prepared to leap into action with a filing or two.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Back in the Lloyd, I hear.

A moderately reliable source tells me that undischarged bankrupt and greaseburger gourmand Patrick "Dragon Fire Quintuple Threat Assholery Nexus" Ross is back at Casa Ross this weekend, ostensibly involved in cleaning up estate issues related to his late but little-lamented father, so I've asked one of my CIs to do a surreptitious drive-by and check things out. Reportedly, Patrick is now driving a blue Ford F-150, which has definitely shown up in previous photos of Casa Ross, so it will be interesting to see what sort of pics I get of any weekend activity.

CORRECTION: I was informed that Patrick is driving a blue F-150, not a red one. My error.