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Here's more (emphases are mine):
"Judge Albright's popularity among patent trolls: an unsustainable situation for the Western District of Texas and the Austin area economy
ValueWalk, a website for financial investors, mentioned a potential scientific explanation for why trees don't grow to the sky: "[T]heir height is limited by their ability to pull water from the roots to the leaves." Gravity is a reality not only in biology, but also in patent litigation. Even in Waco, TX, gravity is a force.
The patent docket of the Western District of Texas has grown eight-fold in only about two years. As Lex Machina reports, 793 new patent infringement cases were assigned to Judge Alan D. Albright of the United States District Court for the Western District of Texas in the year 2020--19.5% of all U.S. patent cases filed that year, and more than three times as many as to Judge J. Rodney Gilstrap in the Eastern District of Texas. For example, eight patent complaints were filed yesterday with Judge Albright's court, versus 18 in all other (roughly 100) federal judiciary districts combined.
A local newspaper article quotes Judge Albright as saying that "[t]here is nothing [he] enjoy[s] more than working on patent cases" (he was a patent litigator before being appointed to the bench) because "the lawyers are exceptional and the issues before me are always intellectually challenging." And he feels "unbelievably lucky" about this institutionalized excess.
The recent record patent damages verdict in VLSI v. Intel ($2.175 billion) may attract even more patent holders to the Western District. Whether it's Caltech suing Microsoft or a newly-founded patent assertion entity claiming Samsung infringes its LED patents, they all contribute to the Western District's "market leadership" because they seek windfall profits from Judge Albright's exceedingly patentee-friendly rules and decisions.
But is this case load really a good thing for the court and for the region?
It can't go on like that. With just half as many new filings, Judge Albright would still be the undisputed number one U.S. trial judge in terms of the number of patent cases on his docket. But what's happening at the moment is a frenzy to put it mildly, or simply an insanity. In a short while, Judge Albright's reputation may be ruined, the local economy seriously harmed, and ultimately that won't even be positive for the W.D. Tex. patent docket.
Even if Judge Albright tried to be a bit more balanced, the fact that many major technology companies have a presence in his district would ensure a steady stream of patent filings. However, the current explosion is going to backfire in multiple ways:
If the Federal Circuit receives an appeal of a billion-dollar verdict from that district pretty much every month, the appellate judges won't be impressed. Much less overwhelmed. Instead, they'll stop taking that lower court seriously, and they'll overrule Judge Albright time and time again, occasionally with scathing remarks on what they believe he got wrong. It would take time, but after a certain number of reversals, that would even discourage plaintiffs from suing there.
The judiciary is independent, but some of the technology companies with a significant presence in the Austin area may decide to leave the region only because their executives decide those wacko verdicts are far above the ordinary cost of doing business. Once a major company announces such a decision, killing thousands of jobs in the region, local media may take a very critical perspective on Judge Albright's passion for patent litigation.
Many patent cases are settled ahead of trial, but still, some must be tried. There comes a point at which Judge Albright won't be able to guarantee the short time to trial that helped make his court so popular. And once he has to push back trial dates, the USPTO's Patent Trial and Appeal Board will accept more petitions challenging W.D. Tex patents-in-suit as opposed to denying them on a discretionary basis under NHK Fintiv.
§ 1400(b) isn't the only requirement for keeping a patent case in the district in which it was filed. There were at least two high-profile Federal Circuit decisions last year--one involving Apple and another Adobe--in which Judge Albright was held to have abused his discretion by denying transfers of cases out of his district to more convenient fora. In one case, the appeals court basically added insult to injury by deciding that the work performed by Judge Albright (such as claim construction, which is normally considered a key milestone) didn't count: the judge had simply given "undue priority" to the proceedings on the merits over Apple's motion to send the case to California.
It is obviously not an official criterion for an appeals court in the venue transfer context whether the lower court reasonably manages and decides its patent cases. But the Federal Circuit judges are very much concerned with the quality of the U.S. patent judiciary. At some point they won't merely give Judge Albright a slap on the wrist, but some of them might be sympathetic to defendants moving for a venue transfer.
Judge Albright has gone too far. It's time for the pendulum to swing in the other direction. Otherwise this is going to be nothing short of a disaster. I'll pay close attention to new filings and decisions, and major trials, in that district."
http://www.fosspatents.com/2021/03/judge-albrights-popularity-among-patent.html
But, but, but……..didn’t you know Albright could do no wrong??
Grounds for appeal there whichever way he rules on these cases.
Maybe they’ll toss them to an honest judge.
Like Judge Koh, for example.
No, he really isn’t a terrorist.
The point is the inconsistency, not the term itself.
Posts removed by Mods containing much worse sobriquets than the ones quoted get restored by Admin.
There’s no rhyme nor reason to the application of the ToU any more except foul-mouthed pumpers get to run sceptics off the MBs at their leisure.
Which is why I won’t be renewing my subscription.
This is where your new ToU has landed us. Roughly 5% of posts have any content related to the stock, and even those have personal attacks embedded in them:
https://investorshub.advfn.com/Voip-Pal-Com-Inc-VPLM-18089
Unless you enjoy watching dumpster fires, there's simply no reason to look at most non-Premium boards now, and even more reasons not to post on them either - which is what the self-described First Amendment crowd wanted, of course.
Just a thought:
As iHub is obviously still struggling, witness the recent departure of one of the two remaining Admins, may I suggest that the experiment of turning iHub into a personal insult bulletin board isn't working?
Perhaps reverting to its original mission of being a stock discussion board where personal attacks are unwelcome and deleted might reverse the tide? Or at least stem the flow.
I mean this as a long time Ihub fan, but also as a likely defector if things carry on as they are.
For those lamenting the future absence of marks to fleece, here's something to think about:
Rückfälliger Lügner is a German term that originates from the words "recidivist" and "liar" and is the correct term for Leo Ehrlich and his surrogates who persist in holding out false hope for this rather tragic scam in the hope of attracting more greedy gullible marks.
Those with no moral sense or decency tend to be Rückfälliger Lügners. People who feel good about others' misfortunes or simply don't care about their victims like to promote penny stock scams such as IPIX in order to enrich themselves (or to scrape a few pennies if they are message board pimps).
With a classification of Antisocial Personality Disorder, sometimes called sociopathy, in the case of some bordering on psychopathy, extreme dishonesty can be difficult if not impossible to treat successfully.
Projection much?
LOL.
I reckon trips will be here before the end of this week.
It was a dark and blustery Thanksgiving Day in the small American town of Springfield. The streets were deserted, the houses seemed to sag under the weight of disappointment, and a chilling wind rustled the fallen leaves. Inside a modest, weathered home, the atmosphere was equally bleak.
The dining room table was set for four, but there was no abundance of food to grace it. A single turkey, smaller than in years past, sat in the center, its aroma filling the room with a faint promise of better days. Gathered around the table were the AZDungBalls family: John, the father; Mary, his wife; and their two children, William and Emily.
John AZDungBalls was a man who had once believed he could secure a fortune from thin air. His latest venture into the world of speculative investments, a penny stock scam called VPLM, had shattered his dreams and emptied his pockets. His face was etched with lines of worry, and his eyes bore the weight of regret. He stared at the turkey with a hollow expression, knowing that he had gambled away their future.
Mary AZDungBalls sat opposite her husband, her once-genteel countenance now marked by frustration and anger. Her dreams of new clothes and a comfortable life had evaporated, replaced by the harsh reality of financial ruin. She fiddled with the edge of her faded apron, her silence conveying her disapproval more effectively than words ever could.
William and Emily, their dreams of college now crushed, sat on either side of their parents, their faces a mix of disappointment and resentment. They had been promised an education, but now their hopes lay in tatters, buried beneath their father's reckless greed.
As they began to serve themselves from the meager Thanksgiving spread, conversation around the table was at times sharp and vituperative. John defended his actions, clinging to the forlorn hope that VPLM would rebound miraculously, while Mary berated him for his foolishness.
"You could have ruined this family, John," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger.
"I thought it was a sure thing, Mary," he replied, his tone pleading for understanding.
Emily, the elder of the two children, couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Dad, you've destroyed our future!" she exclaimed, her voice breaking.
Before John could respond, the room was filled with an ominous knock on the door. The entire family turned to see three stern-looking men in suits standing on the doorstep. They were bailiffs, come to foreclose on the Broadbean's modest home.
John's face drained of color as he realized the gravity of the situation. His folly had led them not only to financial ruin but now threatened to leave them homeless. Panic welled up within him.
The bailiffs entered the dining room, their presence casting a shadow over the already somber gathering. Mary's eyes filled with tears, and the children stared wide-eyed at the strangers invading their home.
With a stern and impersonal tone, one of the bailiffs addressed John, "AZDungBalls, we have a legal obligation to proceed with the foreclosure of this property. You have until the end of the day to vacate."
The weight of reality crashed down upon John, and he bowed his head in defeat. He had gambled away not only their financial security but the very roof over their heads.
As the bailiffs left the room to complete their paperwork, the AZDungBalls family sat in stunned silence, their Thanksgiving meal forgotten. The turkey lay cold and untouched, a symbol of their shattered dreams and the harsh consequences of their choices.
In the dimly lit room, on that dark and blustery Thanksgiving Day, the faced a future uncertain and bleak, their family torn apart by greed and despair. Charles Dickens himself might have found this tale of woe a stark reminder of the perils of unchecked ambition and the price of recklessness.
Still time to get to Comacchio:
https://www.sagradellanguilla.it/mobile/
Not even close.
I can promise you I've never been an apologist for IPIX, nor made up positive n=1 stories about one of IPIX (alleged) drug candidates.
I’m glad he’s taking it philosophically. In addition to the THC supplements you have provided, maybe he - and maybe his wife- should consider hallucinogenics?
Michael Pollan’s book “How to Change your Mind” is interesting on this topic.
That’s an insult then. Laphroig is the only Islay worth drinking.
The (Hungry) Ghost of Thanksgiving future:
It was a dark and blustery Thanksgiving Day 2023 in the small American town of Beanfield. The streets were deserted, the houses seemed to sag under the weight of disappointment, and a chilling wind rustled the fallen leaves. Inside a modest, weathered home, the atmosphere was equally bleak.
The dining room table was set for four, but there was no abundance of food to grace it. A single turkey, smaller than in years past, sat in the center, its aroma filling the room with a faint promise of better days. Gathered around the table were the Broadbean family: John, the father; Mary, his wife; and their two children, William and Emily.
John Broadbean was a man who had once believed he could secure a fortune from thin air. His latest venture into the world of speculative investments, a penny stock scam called IPIX, had shattered his dreams and emptied his pockets. His face was etched with lines of worry, and his eyes bore the weight of regret. He stared at the turkey with a hollow expression, knowing that he had gambled away their future.
Mary Broadbean sat opposite her husband, her once-genteel countenance now marked by frustration and anger. Her dreams of new clothes and a comfortable life had evaporated, replaced by the harsh reality of financial ruin. She fiddled with the edge of her faded apron, her silence conveying her disapproval more effectively than words ever could.
William and Emily, their dreams of college now crushed, sat on either side of their parents, their faces a mix of disappointment and resentment. They had been promised an education, but now their hopes lay in tatters, buried beneath their father's reckless greed.
As they began to serve themselves from the meager Thanksgiving spread, conversation around the table was at times sharp and vituperative. John defended his actions, clinging to the forlorn hope that IPIX would rebound miraculously, while Mary berated him for his foolishness.
"You could have ruined this family, John," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger.
"I thought it was a sure thing, Mary," he replied, his tone pleading for understanding.
Emily, the elder of the two children, couldn't contain her frustration any longer. "Dad, you've destroyed our future!" she exclaimed, her voice breaking.
Before John could respond, the room was filled with an ominous knock on the door. The entire family turned to see three stern-looking men in suits standing on the doorstep. They were bailiffs, come to foreclose on the Broadbean's modest home.
John's face drained of color as he realized the gravity of the situation. His folly had led them not only to financial ruin but now threatened to leave them homeless. Panic welled up within him.
The bailiffs entered the dining room, their presence casting a shadow over the already somber gathering. Mary's eyes filled with tears, and the children stared wide-eyed at the strangers invading their home.
With a stern and impersonal tone, one of the bailiffs addressed John, "Mr. Broadbean, we have a legal obligation to proceed with the foreclosure of this property. You have until the end of the day to vacate."
The weight of reality crashed down upon John, and he bowed his head in defeat. He had gambled away not only their financial security but the very roof over their heads.
As the bailiffs left the room to complete their paperwork, the Broadbean family sat in stunned silence, their Thanksgiving meal forgotten. The turkey lay cold and untouched, a symbol of their shattered dreams and the harsh consequences of their choices.
In the dimly lit room, on that dark and blustery Thanksgiving Day, the Broadbeans faced a future uncertain and bleak, their family torn apart by greed and despair. Charles Dickens himself might have found this tale of woe a stark reminder of the perils of unchecked ambition and the price of recklessness.
“Biden Issues a Blistering Attack on Trump
During an appearance in Arizona, President Biden portrayed former President Donald J. Trump as a budding autocrat with no fidelity to the tenets of American democracy.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/28/us/politics/biden-mccain-library.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share&referringSource=articleShare
You seem a bit discombobulated.
I understand that being taken for a ride by an obvious grifter like Emil Malak must be both humbling and embarrassing, but try not to take it out on your betters (i.e. most everybody).
Thanks in advance!
Your taxpayer dollars at work supporting scams like IPIX: