First, there was this:
which begat this:
whereupon Twitter responded thusly;
So, just to be clear, that tweet merited a suspension of all of 12 hours, while I have been banned from Twitter permanently for calling Senator Denise Batters a "twatwaffle."
Sure, that makes sense.
Saturday, February 03, 2018
Friday, February 02, 2018
I'm normally not religious, but ...
... please, dear God, let Doug Ford become the new leader of the Ontario PCs. I'm begging you. The destruction of that worthless, pathetic party would be complete, and it would be only poetic that that drug-dealing thug Doug Ford would be responsible.
Huh.
Back in 2016, blathering dingbat and right-wing twatwaffle Glenn "Instapundit" Reynolds was suspended from Twitter for advocating the murder of protesters:
He was reinstated shortly thereafter. Can you fucking imagine the shitstorm if he'd described any of those protesters as "dumb cunts" or "twatwaffles?"
I'm just saying.
He was reinstated shortly thereafter. Can you fucking imagine the shitstorm if he'd described any of those protesters as "dumb cunts" or "twatwaffles?"
I'm just saying.
How many times *did* Kellie Leitch rent Rebel Media's mailing list?
Picking up on what one reads from Press Progress over here, it would appear from an early table in that article:
that Kellie Leitch rented Rebel Media's internal mailing list a total of five times, with the going rate for each sponsored announcement being a uniform $11,300 a pop. But ho ... what do we find a bit further down that same article?
A subsequent table purports to show the buckets o' cash that Leitch crammed up the butt of one Nick Kouvalis through his company, "Campaign Research," but if you look closely, you'll see two expenditures with suspicious amounts -- $11,300 on Dec 16, 2016, and precisely double that amount, $22,600, on Mar 10, 2017.
I ask you, gentle reader, what is the odds of an unrelated expense being that precisely related to exactly the cost of the rental of Rebel Media's mailing list, suggesting that Leitch took advantage of Rebel's list on at least three more occasions but ran it through Kouvalis' corp, possibly to muddy the money trail.
All of this is sheer speculation, of course. It's what I do.
that Kellie Leitch rented Rebel Media's internal mailing list a total of five times, with the going rate for each sponsored announcement being a uniform $11,300 a pop. But ho ... what do we find a bit further down that same article?
A subsequent table purports to show the buckets o' cash that Leitch crammed up the butt of one Nick Kouvalis through his company, "Campaign Research," but if you look closely, you'll see two expenditures with suspicious amounts -- $11,300 on Dec 16, 2016, and precisely double that amount, $22,600, on Mar 10, 2017.
I ask you, gentle reader, what is the odds of an unrelated expense being that precisely related to exactly the cost of the rental of Rebel Media's mailing list, suggesting that Leitch took advantage of Rebel's list on at least three more occasions but ran it through Kouvalis' corp, possibly to muddy the money trail.
All of this is sheer speculation, of course. It's what I do.
Ya dance with what brung ya ...
... and in Kellie Leitch's case, that would be with Ezra Levant and his Rebel Media mailing list of mouth-breathers, troglodytes, neo-Nazis, white supremacists and assorted bottom-dwellers, cryptofascists and twatwaffles:
And now, we appear to know the going rate for one use of said mailing list:
Can you say "conflict of interest," boys and girls?
I knew you could.
IS IT IRRESPONSIBLE TO SPECULATE? It would be irresponsible not to, and one wonders if Kellie Leitch's recent announcement to not run again in 2019 has anything to do with her knowledge that the information above was about to come out:
One could always hope.
And now, we appear to know the going rate for one use of said mailing list:
Can you say "conflict of interest," boys and girls?
I knew you could.
IS IT IRRESPONSIBLE TO SPECULATE? It would be irresponsible not to, and one wonders if Kellie Leitch's recent announcement to not run again in 2019 has anything to do with her knowledge that the information above was about to come out:
One could always hope.
Thursday, February 01, 2018
What could possibly go wrong?
Oh, this should be entertaining ...
Gorka ... Gorka ... oh, right ... that Sebastian Gorka.
P.S. It's almost cruel to pile on the monumental fraud that is "Dr." Sebastian Gorka but, ah, fuck it.
P.P.S.: Justin Ling is on the case:
Gorka ... Gorka ... oh, right ... that Sebastian Gorka.
P.S. It's almost cruel to pile on the monumental fraud that is "Dr." Sebastian Gorka but, ah, fuck it.
P.P.S.: Justin Ling is on the case:
Jordan Peterson: Intellectual fraud.
Is it just me, or does Dr. Jordan Peterson make L. Ron Hubbard seem positively cerebral?
Gosh, that's a tough one.
Decisions, decisions ...
I'm going with self-obsessed, blathering twatwaffle. "Twatwaffle." Look it up.
P.S. Nothing will ever describe Peterson more accurately than Tabatha Southey's "the stupid man's smart person." Someone should carve that into stone ... preferably at the U of T.
UPPITY DATE: One gets the unmistakable impression that any interview with Dr. Jordan Peterson ends up something like this.
I'm going with self-obsessed, blathering twatwaffle. "Twatwaffle." Look it up.
P.S. Nothing will ever describe Peterson more accurately than Tabatha Southey's "the stupid man's smart person." Someone should carve that into stone ... preferably at the U of T.
UPPITY DATE: One gets the unmistakable impression that any interview with Dr. Jordan Peterson ends up something like this.
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
Welcome to "Potemkin Media" ... Population: 3.
JAN 31 UPPITY DATE AT BOTTOM.
Since no one else seems willing to do it, I suppose it falls to me to point out how, despite putting on a brave face and padding its masthead with bogus reporters, Ezra Levant's vaunted Rebel Media is now nothing but shadows ... a desperate but tiny collection of fake journos still trying to pass as a larger and serious media outlet. Don't believe me? Let's do the math.
It seems like only yesterday (well, OK, October of 2016) that Ezra was whining about wanting U.N. accreditation based on the claim of Rebel's "21 full-time journalists":
which even then was an utterly laughable claim. Since then ... well, how the mighty have fallen.
These days, if one heads over to Ezra's boutique media outlet and jackboot emporium and clicks on "About Us", one notices that the entirety of Rebel Media (full-time or otherwise) now consists of only 16 assorted hangers-on and disreputable bottom dwellers:
But even that number is wildly optimistic upon closer examination, so let's examine more closely.
We can first write off two of the listed journos. Neither "BC Bureau Chief" Chris Wilson nor perpetual geology undergraduate Holly Nicholas is with Rebel any longer; Wilson's Twitter account recently described him as "Ex-Rebel TV", while Nicholas' Twitter account simply folded up with no warning whatever, and even more recently, Wilson's Twitter account, "vancity_chris", also went missing in action. In any event, neither have published at the Rebel since December of 2017, and both can be safely assumed to have bolted for smarter pastures. This takes us from 16 down to 14. Onward.
At this point, we can also justifiably write off anyone in the list above that has either not published in quite some time, or that publishes so infrequently that you might have trouble remembering who they are. This wipes from consideration all of Candice Malcolm, Eric Duhaime, Lucy Brown and Alexander Jones, whose most recent collective contributions would barely fill a spittoon. We are now down to 10, and we're not even close to done.
In an admittedly controversial act of pruning, I'm going to disqualify the entirety of Rebel's international contingent, for a very simple reason. When the lifeless form of Rebel Media was first strapped to a table and force-fed 500,000 volts to bring it to life, the idea was that it was going to be a noticeably Canadian contribution to right-wing media. People would tune in to hear how Justin Trudeau was a wuss, David Suzuki strangled kittens, and Rachel Notley went out at night to murder farming families from Lethbridge in their beds, that sort of thing. So while Rebel's American and overseas reps might be doing perfectly respectable work, I submit that Rebel's Canadian audience doesn't tune in to hear what's happening in Upper Stokes-on-Twatwaffle, UK. And with that, we can cross off all of Tommy Robinson, Mark Latham, Katie Hopkins, John Cardillo, Tanveer Ahmed and the newly-acquired Amanda Head. Which brings us to a grand total of ... four. But we're not done.
In one final act of dismemberment, we're going to do away with Rebel Commentator "Victor Laszlo", for the simple reason that, although whoever goes by that pseudonym is undeniably a prolific goober, his contributions can be described as little more than relentless anti-Muslim rubbish. Journalistically speaking, Laszlo brings little to the table other than a daily diet of how much he despises Muslims, which is nothing you can't find at about 12 bazillion other sites on the Intertoobz. So where does that leave us?
Oh, dear.
Where that leaves us is that the entirety of Rebel Media's down-home journalistic talent wading pool now consists solely and exclusively of (and count along with me here):
That's it. That's the whole show right there. Think I'm kidding? Here's a screenshot from today's online Rebel Media -- note well the limited variety of hosts.
Still think I'm kidding? Here's the latest installment of "The Ezra Levant Show," wherein Ezra interviews ... David Menzies.
That, boys and girls, is the object of pathetically sycophantic adoration from all of "Rebel Nation" ... three talent-deprived yobs struggling mightily to maintain the pretense of a going venture, all the while scrambling to keep the lights on.
And this is the collection of hopeless misfits that are going to eventually deliver an online "app" that will replace the entire functionality of YouTube? I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen. But, hey, that's just me. I'm a cynic.
JAN 31 UPPITY DATE: As if I needed any further corroboration of the Potemkin-ness of Ezra Levant's vanity newsroom, I just received an email inviting me to once again peruse Rebel Media's relentless war against the mother of the 11-year-old who fabricated a racist attack. What's fascinating is the collection of screenshots below, all from the same Rebel Media page here -- note well precisely the names involved here:
and here:
Since no one else seems willing to do it, I suppose it falls to me to point out how, despite putting on a brave face and padding its masthead with bogus reporters, Ezra Levant's vaunted Rebel Media is now nothing but shadows ... a desperate but tiny collection of fake journos still trying to pass as a larger and serious media outlet. Don't believe me? Let's do the math.
It seems like only yesterday (well, OK, October of 2016) that Ezra was whining about wanting U.N. accreditation based on the claim of Rebel's "21 full-time journalists":
which even then was an utterly laughable claim. Since then ... well, how the mighty have fallen.
These days, if one heads over to Ezra's boutique media outlet and jackboot emporium and clicks on "About Us", one notices that the entirety of Rebel Media (full-time or otherwise) now consists of only 16 assorted hangers-on and disreputable bottom dwellers:
But even that number is wildly optimistic upon closer examination, so let's examine more closely.
We can first write off two of the listed journos. Neither "BC Bureau Chief" Chris Wilson nor perpetual geology undergraduate Holly Nicholas is with Rebel any longer; Wilson's Twitter account recently described him as "Ex-Rebel TV", while Nicholas' Twitter account simply folded up with no warning whatever, and even more recently, Wilson's Twitter account, "vancity_chris", also went missing in action. In any event, neither have published at the Rebel since December of 2017, and both can be safely assumed to have bolted for smarter pastures. This takes us from 16 down to 14. Onward.
At this point, we can also justifiably write off anyone in the list above that has either not published in quite some time, or that publishes so infrequently that you might have trouble remembering who they are. This wipes from consideration all of Candice Malcolm, Eric Duhaime, Lucy Brown and Alexander Jones, whose most recent collective contributions would barely fill a spittoon. We are now down to 10, and we're not even close to done.
In an admittedly controversial act of pruning, I'm going to disqualify the entirety of Rebel's international contingent, for a very simple reason. When the lifeless form of Rebel Media was first strapped to a table and force-fed 500,000 volts to bring it to life, the idea was that it was going to be a noticeably Canadian contribution to right-wing media. People would tune in to hear how Justin Trudeau was a wuss, David Suzuki strangled kittens, and Rachel Notley went out at night to murder farming families from Lethbridge in their beds, that sort of thing. So while Rebel's American and overseas reps might be doing perfectly respectable work, I submit that Rebel's Canadian audience doesn't tune in to hear what's happening in Upper Stokes-on-Twatwaffle, UK. And with that, we can cross off all of Tommy Robinson, Mark Latham, Katie Hopkins, John Cardillo, Tanveer Ahmed and the newly-acquired Amanda Head. Which brings us to a grand total of ... four. But we're not done.
In one final act of dismemberment, we're going to do away with Rebel Commentator "Victor Laszlo", for the simple reason that, although whoever goes by that pseudonym is undeniably a prolific goober, his contributions can be described as little more than relentless anti-Muslim rubbish. Journalistically speaking, Laszlo brings little to the table other than a daily diet of how much he despises Muslims, which is nothing you can't find at about 12 bazillion other sites on the Intertoobz. So where does that leave us?
Oh, dear.
Where that leaves us is that the entirety of Rebel Media's down-home journalistic talent wading pool now consists solely and exclusively of (and count along with me here):
- "Rebel Commander" and recently-homeless Ezra Levant
- "Alberta Bureau Chief" and trailer park arm candy Sheila Gunn ("sand box savages") Reid
- The comically inept stylings of "Mission Specialist" David Menzies
That's it. That's the whole show right there. Think I'm kidding? Here's a screenshot from today's online Rebel Media -- note well the limited variety of hosts.
Still think I'm kidding? Here's the latest installment of "The Ezra Levant Show," wherein Ezra interviews ... David Menzies.
That, boys and girls, is the object of pathetically sycophantic adoration from all of "Rebel Nation" ... three talent-deprived yobs struggling mightily to maintain the pretense of a going venture, all the while scrambling to keep the lights on.
And this is the collection of hopeless misfits that are going to eventually deliver an online "app" that will replace the entire functionality of YouTube? I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen. But, hey, that's just me. I'm a cynic.
JAN 31 UPPITY DATE: As if I needed any further corroboration of the Potemkin-ness of Ezra Levant's vanity newsroom, I just received an email inviting me to once again peruse Rebel Media's relentless war against the mother of the 11-year-old who fabricated a racist attack. What's fascinating is the collection of screenshots below, all from the same Rebel Media page here -- note well precisely the names involved here:
and here:
and here:
Precisely the collection of execrable, bottom-dwelling survivors I mentioned above:
- Ezra Levant
- David Menzies
- Sheila Gunn Reid
Doucheland uber alles.
Wherein referring to the goose-stepping little Nazis at the Manning Centre isn't just a metaphor anymore.
A story in four parts.
In the beginning was the assurance of a Rebel Media "app":
And lo, the people did give generously:
And, lo, the Rebel Media coffers did fill:
To be continued?
Monday, January 29, 2018
This is what charity looks like.
As a long-time user of Git and a frequent deliverer of Git training, this hit me hard, and this is stunning:
Fuck you, Twitter. Did I mention fuck you? Yeah, fuck you.
Totally boilerplate crap from Twitter for the last week:
Appearing in my suspended timeline today:
Fuck you, Twitter, you twatwaffles.
Sunday, January 28, 2018
There oughta be a law.
If only Twitter had a policy that allowed them to suspend people who engaged in, oh, I don't know, "hateful conduct" or something.
I can always dream.
I can always dream.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Apparently, Rebel Media gets results.
Well, this is awkward ...
Infowars ... Infowars ... oh, right, that Infowars:
CC News: We report, you deride.
One of these things is just like the other.
I sense a pattern here ...
It's almost like Canada's "personal responsibility and accountability" conservatives have absolutely no interest in being personally responsible or accountable. Huh.
P.S. As the Fourniers are almost certainly going to learn in nine months, Canadian federal bankruptcy court has little patience with people who use bankruptcy to escape civil judgments:
P.S. As the Fourniers are almost certainly going to learn in nine months, Canadian federal bankruptcy court has little patience with people who use bankruptcy to escape civil judgments:
Friday, January 26, 2018
Accountability for the win!
Canada's conservatives would like to lecture you on accountability, personal responsibility, being self-sufficient and not being a pathetic, parasitic leech on society to the point where you expect others to look after you, oh, wait ...
Somewhere, Patrick Ross is pulling out a rollaway cot in his parents' basement and fitting it with fresh linens.
Somewhere, Patrick Ross is pulling out a rollaway cot in his parents' basement and fitting it with fresh linens.
It's now been over a week ...
... since Twitter suspended my account with no explanation and no schedule for reinstatement. Good job, Twitter.
What's app, Doc?
Given the earlier promise of last September or thereabouts, anyone seen a hint of Rebel Media's YouTube-replacement app, for which Rebel has already raked in $200K in donations? Just curious.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
I'm fine. Send gin.
Under the circumstances, I'm actually doing fine being suspended from Twitter, since this January (normally a quiet time contract-wise) has been ridiculously stupid, crazy busy for me in terms of cool work that I am simply trying to survive it all, at which point I will (to paraphrase Matt Damon) invoice the shit out of it.
P.S. Fuck you, Twitter.
P.S. Fuck you, Twitter.
One from Column A, one from Column B.
Twit Waffle Twat Muffin Douche Bagel Fuck Croissant Dick Brioche Turd Breadstick Ass Hot-Cross BunLimited only by your imagination.
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Twatwaffleitude!
Apparently, my bud Dr. (@caneshaker) Dawg has just been locked out of Twitter for 12 hours until he deletes a tweet that Twitter characterizes as "hateful conduct" ... that would be this:
Apparently, being a Senator has its perks.
Apparently, being a Senator has its perks.
Monday, January 22, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Patrick Ross, and the end of a very long road.
While I prefer to not blog at length about the years-long legal battle between myself and one Patrick Ross, I will make this one, final exception because, after this post, there will be nothing left to discuss as the case will be over and we can all move on, and you can all stop e-mailing me and asking what's happening. Fair?
I won't bother to recap the sordid details -- you can read the beginning of it here, and I have blogged about it extensively at this very blog, much of it in aid of once trying to locate Patrick Ross when Patrick Ross was desperately trying to not be found. No, what this post will cover is the closing chapter, after which it's all over and there's nothing left to write.
The beginning of the end dates back to December of 2012, when defendant Ross -- in a brazen and transparent attempt to escape legal proceedings that were descending on him like a million-pound shithammer -- filed for personal bankruptcy in Saskatchewan. In this, Patrick was eminently successful -- bankruptcy put an immediate halt to all attempts at collection and legal proceedings, whereupon my lawyer informed me there was, really, nothing we could do as long as Patrick was protected by bankruptcy. On the other hand, once Patrick's mandatory nine months of bankruptcy was up and he applied for his discharge, well ... that was another matter.
Now, the nine months one spends in bankruptcy comes with its own set of obligations on the bankrupt (regular reporting to one's trustee, attending financial counselling sessions), and it should come as no surprise whatever that Patrick Ross was hopelessly deficient in his obligations, to the point where his own trustee was prepared to file to remove himself from the case out of sheer frustration, and leave Patrick twisting in the wind.
And it should come as no surprise that Patrick took so long to fulfill his legal obligations as a bankrupt that it was not until April of 2014 that we finally got Patrick into a courtroom for his discharge hearing, where my lawyer quietly, calmly and professionally, tore him six new kinds of asshole. I will not get into detail, as you can draw your own conclusion of the bankruptcy registrar based on her ruling posted here. In particular, I draw your attention to the judge's unambiguous smackdown:
wherein the judge leaves no doubt about Ross' culpability -- the word "reprehensible" figures prominently, as you can see. And it's here where the story drags to its painful, Bataan death march of a conclusion.
Predictably, Patrick Ross filed an appeal -- an appeal which, when shown to various legal people who actually understood law, left each and every one of them gasping with laughter, tears streaming down their faces.
It will suffice to point out that Patrick's primary appeal argument is that, since he chose not to even defend against the original defamation claim in Ontario back in 2010, it would be unfair for the Saskatchewan Court of Bankruptcy to hold him accountable for the fallout of that default judgment since, well, after all, those claims had never been tested in court. In short, Patrick Ross chose not to defend against the original claim, and he was now using that lack of defence as his defence.
The mind reels. But ... onward.
Now, despite the utter worthlessness of Patrick Ross' initial filing of an appeal, it did suffice to get his case into the pipeline for appeals, one of whose consequences was to put an immediate stay on Ross' legal obligation to start paying the court-ordered $200/month to his trustee for the next 14 years -- a consequence I suspect Ross was counting on and, sure enough, those payments were put on hold until the appeal could be heard and resolved. And it's here where the real entertainment begins.
Because, you see, this is when the court explained to Patrick Ross that his initial filing of an appeal was hopelessly deficient, and he needed to come back with an appeal in proper form, which required things like a Notice of Application and other interesting documents, before a court date could be set. And it was at that point that Patrick Ross probably began to realize that maybe he was in a bit over his head. As my lawyer wrote to me (and I quote, verbatim):
Which brings us to the very last chapter in this sorry, sorry saga. At this point, Patrick Ross' initial filing of an appeal, while ridiculously deficient, was still enough to put the payment plan on hold, and until Patrick gets back to the Registrar with either all of the proper legal documents (or, conversely, withdraws his appeal), everyone is now waiting for him to jump one way or the other. And I suspect this is precisely what Patrick had in mind -- file just enough to gum up the works, then walk away, having stalled the entire payment plan. And I'm sure Patrick Ross is feeling amazingly smug about how he's beaten the system once again.
Not surprisingly, my lawyer pointed out that you can't just delay this sort of thing forever, and that, after a certain amount of time, if Patrick hasn't submitted the proper paperwork, she could file to have Patrick's appeal treated as "abandoned." And it's here where I'm going to do Patrick Ross the humongous favour of telling him precisely what I plan on doing to rectify this situation.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
And here's why.
As it is, Patrick Ross is currently a 33-year-old (UPDATE: now 34-year-old) undischarged bankrupt university dropout, living at home with his parents and looking at 14 years of being an undischarged bankrupt, followed by six (maybe seven, I can never remember which) more years of being a discharged bankrupt. Quite simply, for someone who considers himself the smartest and baddest motherfucker on the Intertoobz, Patrick Ross is looking at dealing with the consequences of his malicious defamation of me, civil judgment and subsequent personal bankruptcy until he is well into his fifties. But that's not the sad part of this.
The truly sad part of this is that I have been assured by my lawyer that, while Patrick Ross is undoubtedly crowing about how clever he is at having his appeal postpone his legal obligation to start making payments, it has also prevented the 14-year payment clock from even starting to tick. In other words, while Patrick dawdles on what to do regarding his appeal, all he is accomplishing is pushing the consequences of his bankruptcy, day by day, further into his old age.
It is precisely for that reason that I instructed my Saskatchewan lawyer that under no circumstances is she to expend any time or effort to track down Patrick Ross or push to have his appeal brought before the court. No, I have instructed her to take his file and put it in a back drawer somewhere, and leave it there. Because, to be frank, I can survive quite nicely without that $200/month, and if Patrick Ross wants to languish as an undischarged bankrupt for the rest of his life, I have no problem with that and he has my blessing.
So here endeth the story. I'm getting on with my life (which involves travelling the world, eating well and drinking really good gin), my lawyer is stuffing the Patrick Ross file into a box, and Patrick is free to spend the rest of his days living in his parents' basement, tweeting about pro wrestling and which upcoming Marvel Comics Avenger movie he looks forward to the most, stocking shelves at the Lloydminster lumber store he works at, and getting used to living without a credit card or a credit record of any kind, never being able to get a bank loan or a mortgage. And if he's happy to be there, I'm happy to leave him there.
The end.
I won't bother to recap the sordid details -- you can read the beginning of it here, and I have blogged about it extensively at this very blog, much of it in aid of once trying to locate Patrick Ross when Patrick Ross was desperately trying to not be found. No, what this post will cover is the closing chapter, after which it's all over and there's nothing left to write.
The beginning of the end dates back to December of 2012, when defendant Ross -- in a brazen and transparent attempt to escape legal proceedings that were descending on him like a million-pound shithammer -- filed for personal bankruptcy in Saskatchewan. In this, Patrick was eminently successful -- bankruptcy put an immediate halt to all attempts at collection and legal proceedings, whereupon my lawyer informed me there was, really, nothing we could do as long as Patrick was protected by bankruptcy. On the other hand, once Patrick's mandatory nine months of bankruptcy was up and he applied for his discharge, well ... that was another matter.
Now, the nine months one spends in bankruptcy comes with its own set of obligations on the bankrupt (regular reporting to one's trustee, attending financial counselling sessions), and it should come as no surprise whatever that Patrick Ross was hopelessly deficient in his obligations, to the point where his own trustee was prepared to file to remove himself from the case out of sheer frustration, and leave Patrick twisting in the wind.
And it should come as no surprise that Patrick took so long to fulfill his legal obligations as a bankrupt that it was not until April of 2014 that we finally got Patrick into a courtroom for his discharge hearing, where my lawyer quietly, calmly and professionally, tore him six new kinds of asshole. I will not get into detail, as you can draw your own conclusion of the bankruptcy registrar based on her ruling posted here. In particular, I draw your attention to the judge's unambiguous smackdown:
wherein the judge leaves no doubt about Ross' culpability -- the word "reprehensible" figures prominently, as you can see. And it's here where the story drags to its painful, Bataan death march of a conclusion.
Predictably, Patrick Ross filed an appeal -- an appeal which, when shown to various legal people who actually understood law, left each and every one of them gasping with laughter, tears streaming down their faces.
It will suffice to point out that Patrick's primary appeal argument is that, since he chose not to even defend against the original defamation claim in Ontario back in 2010, it would be unfair for the Saskatchewan Court of Bankruptcy to hold him accountable for the fallout of that default judgment since, well, after all, those claims had never been tested in court. In short, Patrick Ross chose not to defend against the original claim, and he was now using that lack of defence as his defence.
The mind reels. But ... onward.
Now, despite the utter worthlessness of Patrick Ross' initial filing of an appeal, it did suffice to get his case into the pipeline for appeals, one of whose consequences was to put an immediate stay on Ross' legal obligation to start paying the court-ordered $200/month to his trustee for the next 14 years -- a consequence I suspect Ross was counting on and, sure enough, those payments were put on hold until the appeal could be heard and resolved. And it's here where the real entertainment begins.
Because, you see, this is when the court explained to Patrick Ross that his initial filing of an appeal was hopelessly deficient, and he needed to come back with an appeal in proper form, which required things like a Notice of Application and other interesting documents, before a court date could be set. And it was at that point that Patrick Ross probably began to realize that maybe he was in a bit over his head. As my lawyer wrote to me (and I quote, verbatim):
[The Registrar has] since talked with [Patrick] again, told him what the filing requirements are (he supposed to file a Notice of Application in the proper form), and given him some other possible dates later down the road. Since he wanted 'to think about it', she's put the file away until he gets back to her. He also hasn't filed his 'Brief of Law' with the Court. Guess he expects the Judge to learn his arguments through telepathy.
Which brings us to the very last chapter in this sorry, sorry saga. At this point, Patrick Ross' initial filing of an appeal, while ridiculously deficient, was still enough to put the payment plan on hold, and until Patrick gets back to the Registrar with either all of the proper legal documents (or, conversely, withdraws his appeal), everyone is now waiting for him to jump one way or the other. And I suspect this is precisely what Patrick had in mind -- file just enough to gum up the works, then walk away, having stalled the entire payment plan. And I'm sure Patrick Ross is feeling amazingly smug about how he's beaten the system once again.
Not surprisingly, my lawyer pointed out that you can't just delay this sort of thing forever, and that, after a certain amount of time, if Patrick hasn't submitted the proper paperwork, she could file to have Patrick's appeal treated as "abandoned." And it's here where I'm going to do Patrick Ross the humongous favour of telling him precisely what I plan on doing to rectify this situation.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
And here's why.
As it is, Patrick Ross is currently a 33-year-old (UPDATE: now 34-year-old) undischarged bankrupt university dropout, living at home with his parents and looking at 14 years of being an undischarged bankrupt, followed by six (maybe seven, I can never remember which) more years of being a discharged bankrupt. Quite simply, for someone who considers himself the smartest and baddest motherfucker on the Intertoobz, Patrick Ross is looking at dealing with the consequences of his malicious defamation of me, civil judgment and subsequent personal bankruptcy until he is well into his fifties. But that's not the sad part of this.
The truly sad part of this is that I have been assured by my lawyer that, while Patrick Ross is undoubtedly crowing about how clever he is at having his appeal postpone his legal obligation to start making payments, it has also prevented the 14-year payment clock from even starting to tick. In other words, while Patrick dawdles on what to do regarding his appeal, all he is accomplishing is pushing the consequences of his bankruptcy, day by day, further into his old age.
It is precisely for that reason that I instructed my Saskatchewan lawyer that under no circumstances is she to expend any time or effort to track down Patrick Ross or push to have his appeal brought before the court. No, I have instructed her to take his file and put it in a back drawer somewhere, and leave it there. Because, to be frank, I can survive quite nicely without that $200/month, and if Patrick Ross wants to languish as an undischarged bankrupt for the rest of his life, I have no problem with that and he has my blessing.
So here endeth the story. I'm getting on with my life (which involves travelling the world, eating well and drinking really good gin), my lawyer is stuffing the Patrick Ross file into a box, and Patrick is free to spend the rest of his days living in his parents' basement, tweeting about pro wrestling and which upcoming Marvel Comics Avenger movie he looks forward to the most, stocking shelves at the Lloydminster lumber store he works at, and getting used to living without a credit card or a credit record of any kind, never being able to get a bank loan or a mortgage. And if he's happy to be there, I'm happy to leave him there.
The end.
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