I am looking at the stars. They are so far away. And their light takes so long to reach us.
It's February, 2018, and I am laughing. Null has posted a deranged email. Some guy named Russell Greer is saying Null doesn't have permission to have Greer's book, Why I Sued Taylor Swift, "...on your sure." [sic]. There is no context provided. There is no link to the material. There are just threats that Josh is already being investigated for electronic harassment and "let's laugh about it in the court room".
It's October 16, 2023. The United States District Court of Utah has reversed the lower court's judgement to dismiss Greer's case. They want to hold Null responsible for linking to a different site hosting the infringing copy of Greer's book. They are attempting to punish him retroactively, claiming the copy was posted as a result of being linked to. Users are befuddled. The Digital Justice Foundation celebrates.
It's September 24, 2020. Greer has successfully petitioned for in forma pauperis standing. He immediately files an injunction (later overturned) against the site. The injunction eventually is denied, after serial legal misconduct by the plaintiff.
It's March 20, 2024. The defendant has successfully transferred the case from Utah to the District Court of Northern Florida. Greer enters a rambling plightsperg rife with mentions of "But the 10th circuit said!" in response. Users hope that this will bring about a swift end to the case. Instead, it will be ping-ponged back to Utah, once again. They do not know this. They are still optimistic.
It's December 6th, 2021. Russell has found some lawyers to represent him for free. The Digital Justice Foundation. Users ask questions about where they came from. They have a sketchy tax history. Turns out the Digital Justice Foundation are copyright sharks, with little interest in Russell Greer, specifically, and much more in making it easier for content online to be claimed/taken down. The case continues.
It's Christmas, 2024. Russell Greer's witnesses are un-findable. One is, in fact, dead. Many laughs are had. Much shock at the state of this case is expressed. How is this still going on? How has this not been dismissed for Greer repeatedly refusing to prosecute the case?
It is now May, 2025. The plaintiff remotely attends the first direct meeting in this case, so far. He is in Winnemucca, trying to convince a town council to let him seize a portion of a man's moto hotel and turn it into a brothel. The town council is unwelcoming to his advances. Matthew Hardin, the long-suffering lawyer for the defense, has begun to lose it with the kafkaesque way in which this lawsuit is being conducted. This spring, he began aggressively targeting Greer for sanctions. Some have been awarded, then modified without explanation by a judge, then ignored by the courts. Greer has still not paid. Users are growing cynical. The original case is now being cited by Sony in a copyright suit at the Supreme Court. The Digital Justice Foundation got their legal precedent, the only thing they ever wanted from Greer. He has been on his own for years now.
It is July 21, 2025. Greer has been ordered twice, formally, to pay sanctions in this case. He is 5 months late to the original deadline, three weeks late to the updated deadline. The judge has filed another demand for Greer to explain himself. Users know what will happen now. They know the plightsperging will resume. They know the deadline will be extended. They know the case will continue, remembered only as an outlier on the court docket and a bitter memory
It is 2040. I am looking at the stars. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of the District Court of Utah. These people. I'm tired of watching them keep feeding their pet retard rope long past the point where he had enough to hang himself. You could hang two Yao Mings with the amount of rope he's got now. They claim their labors are for keeping the legal system fair for the marginalized and dispossessed, but there is no justice here. Perhaps the system is not made to be fair. Perhaps the government is not to be objective. An instrument held by biased, flawed humans with nobody in charge. Nobody wanting accountability. It's too late. Always has been. Always will be. Too late.
