Chronicles of Twatrick: How bankruptcy takes a toll.

One of my confidential informants tells me that undischarged bankrupt Patrick Ross was recently whining on YouTube about the Edmonton Eskimos being renamed the (less-racist) "Elks," and how he (Patrick) is totally not fine with that and prefers that it be changed back. And said confidential informant gifts me this screenshot of Patrick in the middle of that tone-deaf rant:

 

 

Jesus Christ, but bankruptcy has not been kind to Patrick. Dear God, Patrick is only 44 years old, and he looks at least a decade older. For someone who has, for years, bragged about being one of the smartest and baddest d00ds on the Intertoobz, Patrick is morbidly obese and balding, and has an unhealthy number of chins.

There is something truly sad about this, given that Patrick has written on numerous occasions about his desperate search for a satisfying romantic relationship, but what woman is going to be even minimally interested in a prematurely aging, overweight university dropout and massively-in-debt undischarged bankrupt with no apparent fixed address?

It's easy to mock Patrick (and not that he doesn't deserve every bit of it), but it's just as easy to feel sorry for him. Fat, balding, bankrupt and alone is no way to go through life.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy (belated) interestversary!

Pardon the tardiness but I have been so busy at my new place of employment that I overlooked that it is now a full 50 months since a Saskatchewan judge dropped the hammer on undischarged bankrupt and greaseburger authority Patrick Ross, during which what he owes me is almost certainly north of $130,000 (and that does not even include the additional $25,000 or so he needs to get himself out of bankruptcy, which is an entirely separate issue from his burgeoning debt to me).

I'll have more to say this weekend, but photos from my Lloydminster-based spies suggests that that passel of inbred hillbillies is still cleaning out the hovel that is Casa Ross in preparation for trying to cash in. Said photos will be forthcoming, so stay tuned.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Happy interestversary!

In all the hubbub of my new job, I totally forgot that, three days ago, another full month had passed, and it is now four years and one month since an SK judge ruled as to how much financial fugitive and perpetual debtor Patrick "Super Stud Muffin Quintuple Threat Nexus Dragon Fire" Ross owes me (now around $130,000), and how rapidly that amount would be increasing (five per cent annually).

Oh, and given an earlier ruling that severed what Patrick owes me from his actual state of personal bankruptcy, even if Patrick paid off that entire amount to me, he would -- hilariously -- still be bankrupt until he paid off his bankruptcy judgment (in the vicinity of an additional $25,000).

In short, Patrick is currently on the hook for about $155,000 to get his life back, and I don't see that happening any time soon as, based on the current real estate market in Lloydminster, SK, even selling Casa Ross at its most optimistic selling price might get Patrick half of that (assuming the proceeds from selling that hovel are split equally among all four of those inbred sibling ditchbillies).

So, yeah, Patrick has buried himself good and proper, and that's not changing any time soon.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Suddenly a great deal of interest.

Curiously, over the last several weeks, there has been a marked increase in readers checking out the ongoing trials and tribulations of undischarged bankrupt and permanent debtor Patrick "Super Quintuple Threat Nexus" Ross, as you can see by the traffic stats:

Note how traffic surged from a few hundred per Twatrick-related post to into the thousands. I haven't bothered to track down where it's all coming from and, frankly, I don't much care. But it is curious that someone out there seems awfully interested in how Patrick is getting on these days.

Chronicles of Twatrick: Things still happening at Casa Ross?

Another of my Lloydminster-based CIs took this quick drive-by photo of Casa Ross, showing both the white pickup truck still in the driveway (reportedly belonging to one of Patrick's siblings), and the back of that storage trailer appears to be open, further suggesting ongoing work cleaning up that hovel in preparation for selling so all of the weaselly Ross clan can get their hands on Daddy's assets.

 

 Well, except for Patrick, but that is a story still in development.

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.