The sound you're about to hear is a 52 year old, unskilled manchild...

[SuperBarrioBrothers]

...realizing that his golden goose has kicked him to the curb. 

http://wcca.wicourts.gov/caseDetails.do;jsessionid=D3B282CA6A1DE8C82E0E847C70FE5A22.render6?countyNo=13&caseNo=2013FA000710&cacheId=C01EA542CE87EE519E5E1E2171AF34FF&recordCount=1&offset=0

This one has all kinds of fun possible endings. Wonder if he knows yet?

Popcorn, anyone?

[Kindrift]

We've only been hearing rumors of this for the past several years.  What finally triggered it?  Kids all graduating high school?

[an hoopoe]

Someone made a thread about this on lulz.net, a post made in that thread:

Rebekah's been threatening divorce for years now. Search deep enough and you'll find another divorce filing about 1 year after they got married however back then they recommended marriage counseling and essentially told her 'try to make it work'. She knows better now

She's also done some additional preliminary prep work to prevent her from getting the bad end of the deal [i.e. if not done very carefully courts might wind up handing Jim a good chunk of the house she bought, handing Rebekah a bunch of Jim's debt, and/or possibly having Rebekah pay Jim some kind of adult version of child-support].

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http://lulz.net/furi/res/2569913.html

[graeme]

So let's necro this thread with an update and a tumblr.

Seems Jimmy is going after Rebekah's retirement and demanding a payout of $6k to go away.

http://groatscam.tumblr.com/post/66431365219/an-open-letter-to-jim-upon-news-that-hes-trying-to

[an hoopoe]

Wow, that tumblr. Jim Goat went to a furry convention while his wife was delivering his first born child(!!):

An open letter to Jim, upon news that he’s trying to fleece his ex-wife

Jim:
Some of us reading this have known you for a while. Like years. Ten, twenty, almost thirty years.  We’ve grown up. We’ve matured. We’ve had life experiences that have changed and tempered us into adults. And while we may not always be better off for the growth, we grow nonetheless. Even a failure is a new opportunity to grow for many of us.
Except for you.

You’re the poster child for arrested development manchildness whose Peter Pan-esque refusal to grow up and be a man has wrought pain and suffering to those around you—to the point where your wife has chosen to divorce you, much as one might amputate a necrotic, gangrenous limb.
We get it. We were all young once and did the stupid things of young people. In our 20s and 30s, we knew it all. We were invincible. We lived thinking about no one but ourselves, and we didn’t care about the aftermath. Who cares if a hotel janitor has to meticulously sweep silly string out of industrial carpeting…as long as you got your chance to ambush someone for both the cameras and/or your Gallery or Yarf con report. Who cares if you leave Confurence Seven organizers to deal with an angry hotel that had to clean up styrofoam pellet stuffing…as long as you had the chance to pull out your knife and gut a stuffed Smurf in the hotel lobby…again for cameras and your con report. Who cares that you terrorized the staff at Confurence East 1996…as long as….well, you get the pattern by now. Attention-by-any-means-necessary was your code, and you lived it to its fullest, no matter how much embarrassing attention it got you. Remember when you went digging for trash for the WKOW cameras? Garbage picking, Jim…all because you could do it on camera and get some attention from the news.

And through it all, your long-suffering wife sat in the shadows, enduring your embarrassing and childish behavior because she loved you in spite of it. When she was on the verge of delivering your first child, you flew out to Orange County for Confurence Six in 1995. As she was delivering, you told people that you were out eating sushi (probably not on your own dime) with people like Carl Gafford and Matt Henry. Do you remember walking back into the hotel, only to see a full-grounds search on for you to get you a message to call home because not only had Rebakah delivered…but almost died in childbirth. All while you were out reliving your 80s glory days as a fandom hasbeen. A man only gets one firstborn child—one opportunity to hold his own offspring up for the first time and experience that moment of connection. You squandered it. To play at a furry con.
But fatherhood is one of those aforementioned growth opportunities we mentioned at the start of this letter. Many men see it as a transforming experiences that challenges them to grow and care for their family. Many men step up in ways they could never have imagined to care for their families.

Instead of using it as an opportunity to better yourself, you played more—almost always on someone else’s dime. How many times did you go begging for money, transportation, a place to stay, or meals either before or during a con? How many cons has it been where there’s been a desperate emergency that was going to jeopardize your attendance at a convention? Con staffs have had betting pools on when you’d pull the stunt, what the nature of the stunt would be, and how much money you’d have your hand out for. And you rarely failed to deliver. Your begging ran like clockwork.
It’s like you were conditioned after Angouleme that good people’s spirits and intentions were an easily-exploited income resource, and that became your newfound livlihood. Remember Angouleme, Jim? You didn’t calculate the tariffs on the books you were bringing in to France, and began your “oh shit! Shit! What am I gonna do!” routine that eventually became fandom performance art, as people stepped in to (begrudgingly) help you out of the goodness of their hearts.

In spite of it all, there was Rebekah, paying your bills and keeping you afloat as you went to enough furry conventions and SCA events to make an actual working professional artist (remember, Jim: professionals make a living by their art; amateurs get play money…or gun and How Wheels money in your case) blush. You never paid for the trips, and you never seemed to ever make any money at these conventions.Just like you gripe about cash flow issues before a con, you gripe about them after. If you’ve never profited at a con over the last twenty-plus years…why do you keep going? It’s not like you’ve generated new material to even try and make yourself relevant in furry fandom anymore. You had a niche comic whose heyday peaked around 1986. You then chose to do a webcomic about a MUCK whose user population was already on the decline when you started, and you perpetually griped about dwindling views and sales…all while burning through (volunteer) colorists and web site hosts like drummers in Spinal Tap. From con to con, your table is like a time capsule from the mid-90s, right down to the yellowed copies of Morphs that you’ve been trying to sell since the mid 1980s.
Every Sunday at a con, when you complain about losing your shirt, just look behind you…you’ve not lost them. You’ve been dragging the same shirts across the country since Bill Clinton was in office.

You never have money before the con, and you claim to never have money after the con, yet you still have money to go to the cons, buy the toys, buy the cases Hot Wheels, buy the guns. It’s not like you realized that you were a failure as a working artist (or at least one hiding income under the table) and tried to build a career for yourself after all of those “profitless” conventions. The money has to be coming from somewhere, right? It’s certainly not going to your family…
So after eighteen years, almost two decades, Rebekah finally had enough of being your support system. She had enough of putting her own attempts at self improvement, like trying to take IT classes to get into a better-paying career, on the backburner, to support you. She decided to divorce you, and you now find yourself without income and in need of a new place to live.

And we understand. You can’t keep a job, Jim. There’s always some liberal force of evil that’s sought you out to stymie your employment. Never mind that you seem to be permanently stunted at the emotional age of fifteen—complete with the lack of impulse control and vacancy of responsibility. It’s always someone else’s fault, isn’t it? People are always out to get you in the workplace, and you always find yourself unemployed after a few weeks or months because some big, bad liberal has targeted you again, and again, and again, and again, and again…. Frankly, the longest job you’ve kept was being Rebekah’s husband…and you’ve finally been fired there too.
But Rebekah isn’t your job. She’s not your support system. Going after things like her retirement pension is the most gutless and cowardly move that a man can make—especially after she supported you for eighteen years and you never supported your own children.

And now….demanding a six thousand dollar payoff? You’re asking your WIFE for alimony, Jim? Where’s that tough-talking, “self sufficient” Libertarian we’ve seen over the years? Or do put on the right-wing Tea Party wolf’s clothing to hide the begging, welfare-queen sheep underneath?
Sell your shit, Jim. Sell the guns, the toys, the collectibles. Liquidate it all. Turn your horde into cash. Take that money and go start anew somewhere else. You’re in your 50s, and you can still start a new life…and maybe pick up new job skills before you become an elderly burden on society.

Likewise, if anyone reading this is approached by Jim in the weeks before a con, realize that this what you’re enabling. These are the patterns. Anyone reading this is more than encouraged to share their own stories about Jim over the years here. Enough is enough…
Jim, your marriage is a failure. You were so busy playing at furry cons and acting like a perpetual tween for the last twenty years that you alienated your wife, who decided that keeping you around was too painful and costly to endure. And like any failure, this is a chance to grow and learn from it.

Sell your toys. Take the money. Get away from your ex-wife, and leave her alone. Stop trying to use her for money. As a grown man and father, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Wanted: “Heeb-Man”

If you were a regular on the con circuit in the late 80s or early 90s and in and remote proximity to Jim, you no doubt were exposed to Jim’s “Heeb Man” at a room party.

For the uninitiated, “Heeb Man” is a re-dubbed episode of the He-Man and the Masters of the Universe cartoon, “A Tale of Two Cities.” In Jim’s re-dub, He-Man (called “Heeb Man” in this version) is given a stereotypically Jewish male’s voice and the queen’s voice is replaced by a caracatured Ebonic inflection. Jim (at least when he was showing it at room parties) has admitted to doing both voices.

We’re looking for a copy of Jim’s racist and anti-semetic cartoon in the fan network. If you have a copy—maybe an old VHS dub that he made for you—do feel free to place a copy up on Youtube and comment here. Even a copy caught with a camera phone and uploaded should suffice. Sockpuppet Youtube accounts are great for something like this.

Jim went to a great deal of work to make that video. We feel that it’s a shame were it lost to the sands of time. Let’s upload a copy and tag it here in the comments, so we can all remember what a class act Jim has been over the years.

This was his source material:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eW68AjWH5Rk

Close Encounters of the Groat Kind: Your Stories

We know that Jim’s made a lot of friends over the years with his glowing, courteous, and professional behavior. We’d like to hear from you. Have you had an encounter with him? What happened? Were you one of his convention “benefactors” who ceased to exist once your cash flow stopped?

As Jim is most likely to turn to the fandom as his ATM as soon as his wife cuts him off, we’d like to start some public awareness.

If it suits you, do feel free to tell your own stories in your favorite places and post URLs here in the comments, so we can all share in Jim’s sterling character.

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http://groatscam.tumblr.com/

[an hoopoe]

Also, according to this comment on his latest FA journal, he has a sub-machine gun worth at least $15,000 and 100s of other guns which he is getting to keep (and could sell), but he is demanding money from his divorcing wife:

Hey Jim, its been a while.

First of all, a hearty "get better soon." It sucks being sick, and I can empathize.

My real reason for writing you today wasn't to wish you a speedy recovery, though upon landing here and seeing that you are feeling under the weather, I do wish you well. Unfortunately, its to ask you why in the fuck you're decreeing a flat fee payout in your divorce.

You're walking away child support-free and alimony-free, and with your pile of stuff worth anywhere from $60-80k, because Rebekah just wants you gone and to be left alone. Thats really saying something, that shes letting you off of that hook...and you've got the nerve to ask her for a flat fee? She doesn't have any fucking money, Jim. You are getting all of the belongings. All you have to do is sell the hundreds of guns that you have, and you'll be more than back on your feet. You could go back to AZ, which is the area you love, and buy a house once all that stuff is sold. Your sten alone is like $15k -- sell it and you're set. Are you seriously asking for even more?

I mean really, a lot of people have been following this and are stunned stupid, dude.

You've had a few months to get some cash together. I understand that your depression problems are debilitating and that you can't touch your stuff (for the purposes of selling it) until the papers are signed (we'll just ignore the car you sold while on the road & the pallet of hot wheels you sold to retain your lawyer, for arguments sake). What I'm trying to convey here, is that Rebekah doesn't have a pallet of hot wheels that she could sell to pay you off. You however, do...and should sell your stuff to pay yourself off and get setup somewheres. I think its time you sign the papers so you can take legal possession of your belongings/guns, give the guns over to an auction house that can fetch you a really nice price, and move on with life. Asking for even more money, is some of the greediest shit I've ever heard of. As well...she straight up can't do it. Like, good luck with that, dude.

I think its interesting that your 18 year old son -- the same boy who used to punch people in the nuts under your influence -- has grown up to be a stunning young man. At 18, hes paying for his own college tuition, moved out of the house, paying his own rent, and has his own job. I think you should take a page from your son, and grow the FUCK up.

Kind regards,

Kat Valentine

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http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/5228292/#cid:36959252

It's amazing.

[Pi]

I have never understood how furries can be so bad with money, but i see it all the goddamn time. There seems to be something about the fandom that makes people with money want to spend it on people without, and then people like Groat (materialistic grubby freeloaders) latch onto that...

[Lynx]

Y'know, sometimes I sit in a philosophical slump about life and death, wondering if it ever really was justified to wish a premature end upon someone's life in honesty.

Then I look back on Goat-manchild here's exploits and feel this resounding wave of approval for getting rid of trashy people.

[graeme]

Y'know, sometimes I sit in a philosophical slump about life and death, wondering if it ever really was justified to wish a premature end upon someone's life in honesty.

Then I look back on Goat-manchild here's exploits and feel this resounding wave of approval for getting rid of trashy people.

The truly funny thing is, Groat would agree with you.  He just thinks that needs to be liberals, blacks, and mexicans.

[graeme]

Jesus.

He's fighting the case for property division and child custody.

http://wcca.wicourts.gov/courtRecordEvents.xsl;jsessionid=EC7D25DF82301B0FCFD33E853EDC9272.render6?caseNo=2013FA000710&countyNo=13&cacheId=48F0EFC710CD96CAE4E9044EDA752D53&recordCount=4&offset=2&linkOnlyToForm=false&sortDirection=DESC

What a dick.  Just cause he didn't get his $6k from her.

[SuperBarrioBrothers]

Wow, that tumblr. Jim Goat went to a furry convention while his wife was delivering his first born child(!!):

Yeah. Rebekah was on the verge of delivery and Jim slagged it out to CF6 to play and sponge off of people. What's really twisted is that in his con report, he drew her as this priestly figure, commanding him off to go make money for the family. The reality is that she never wanted him to go, and she nearly died in childbirth. When he got back to the hotel and found out, he interrupted the Fur Le Dance to make the announcement and suggested a "diaper" donation drive.  That's our classy Jim.

Also, about the machine gun. Ted Sheppard is hiding it for him... But we're not supposed to know that.

The more I see of this, the more I hope that the fandom at large sees what a multifunction shitbag Jim is, and how he'll stoop to do anything he can to avoid working.

[graeme]

Wow, that tumblr. Jim Goat went to a furry convention while his wife was delivering his first born child(!!):

Also, about the machine gun. Ted Sheppard is hiding it for him... But we're not supposed to know that.

The more I see of this, the more I hope that the fandom at large sees what a multifunction shitbag Jim is, and how he'll stoop to do anything he can to avoid working.

It be really really nice if Rebekah's lawyer could be given that info >.>

[LordNagetiere]

Also, about the machine gun. Ted Sheppard is hiding it for him... But we're not supposed to know that.

The more I see of this, the more I hope that the fandom at large sees what a multifunction shitbag Jim is, and how he'll stoop to do anything he can to avoid working.

It be really really nice if Rebekah's lawyer could be given that info >.>

Or the ATF...

You don't exactly keep a registered NFA item 'with a friend', because that would be a transfer without the proper forms and tax stamp, thus a federal felony.

Of course, if he's sent to prison, he'll just still be living off others like a leech. Granted, even most furry leeches don't live like such high-rollers as Groat. Maybe an orange jumpsuit would do him good.

[u63r]

There's a lady who goes to my church who is constantly trying to mooch stuff. My mom sells pastries, and this lady frequently "misremembers" how much she owes mum, and never in mum's favor. It's usually amounts like 50 cents. It's not that she can't afford it, it's that she's compulsively cheap.

And then there's this guy, who is as different from her as a pickpocket is from Bernie Madoff.

I literally can't imagine the sort of mindset that scumbags like him have.

[camellia sinensis]

I literally can't imagine the sort of mindset that scumbags like him have.

[graeme]

I literally can't imagine the sort of mindset that scumbags like him have.

Yeah, he founded the entire fandom, all on his own, don'tcha know?  And then some black gay jews tried to steal it from him but he shot them all while singing the star spangled banner and pulling himself up from his bootstraps.