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Bitcoin Trademark Troll Now Sending Bogus DMCA Takedowns
An anonymous reader writes "A couple weeks ago, Slashdot wrote about a lawyer named Michael Pascazi, who was trying to trademark Bitcoin. Techdirt picked up on the story, including Pascazi's evidence of the trademark. Pascazi has now sent Techdirt a bogus DMCA takedown request over the post, claiming that the header and footer in his stationery, which appears via an embed on the story, violates his copyright. He appears to be claiming that simply posting any version of his stationery is a copyright violation. It's not clear if the content in question is even copyrightable, and if it is, how Techdirt's use isn't fair use."
He should be summarily executed as an example and to prevent such foolishness in the future. We don't need him polluting our gene pool.
This is just simple fraud. Surely.
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beware he who would deny you access to information, for in his mind he dreams himself your master
Once you hit -10 you instantly die. Same with meta voting on driving. Every car has a heads-up display and you can instantly vote other drivers up or down. At -10 your car turns off. PS, I patented both of those already.
I'm Michael Pascazi, and I'm SUING YOU because you won't acknowledge the DMCA take-down I sent you, after your continued violations regarding my PATENTED INSANITY HELMET!
"Flyin' in just a sweet place,
Never been known to fail..."
Pascazi Law Offices PLLC
1065 Main Street, Ste. D, Fishkill, New York 12524 U.S.A.
Ph: +1 845.897.4219 / Fax: +1 845.468.7117* E-mail:Info@pascazilaw.com*
A trademark, according to US law, has to be an adjective. Hence "Band-Aid brand bandages". He's using it purely as a noun "Bitcoins are..." His trademark can be easily struck down on that basis alone. Ironically, using a trademark as a noun is exactly the thing that depreciates the trademark as a protectable entity. (Again: See Band-Aid. They fought and fought to make sure that people not just call all bandages "band-aids", because using their trademark as a noun instead of an adjective is what dilutes it.)
Another non-functioning site was "uncertainty.microsoft.com."
The purpose of that site was not known.
1.Sue them, for filing a false DMCA claim.
2.Collect damages - monetary losses and legal expenses.
http://www.aaronkellylaw.com/Internet-Law-and-Intellectual-Property-Articles/Consequences-of-filing-a-false-DMCA-Takedown-Request.shtml
Stop whining, and put your money where your mouth is, people.
Please help metamoderate.
Went to USPTO to see it with my own eyes. The record in question is currently marked as "Abandoned July 7, 2011" and effectively DEAD - the trademark seams invalid. Could somebody elaborate, doesn't this only mean that the trademark is in some limbo stage before it goes "live" or something?
All involved lawyers should be disbarred. Not only for the initial, in-bad-faith filing, but also for abusing the legal system with in-bad-faith DMCA letters.
Actually, it's a copyright abuse story. The bitcoin part is just incidental.
Slashdot needs a "Number of days since last BitCoin Story" thing on the homepage, kind of like those "Number of Days Since Last Accident" signs at some factories.
I can't imagine we'd need more than three bits (unsigned) to express that value.
Windows Operating System.
Nope. Sorry boyo:
Word Mark MICROSOFT WINDOWS
It is not a mark for "Windows Operating System" as you falsely claim.
Yes, and that is taken from rules of the International Trademark Assocation not US law.
I didn't invent the term.
It was William S. Burroughs that did.
The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk
(aka âoeThe Talking Asshole Routineâ from Naked Lunch)
William S. Burroughs
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival, you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called âoeThe Better âOleâ that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, âoeOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?â
âoeNah I had to go relieve myself.â
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: âoeItâ(TM)s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.â
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoleâ(TM)s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous â" (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) â" except for the eyes, you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldnâ(TM)t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnâ(TM)t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabâ(TM)s eyes on the end of a stalk.
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BMO