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Aug 21 , 2017

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Dream team disclosure..

by Andrew Douglas
Dream team disclosure..

Although my organ has previously noted that Ryan Van Horne’s figurative fingerprints are all over Tarrah McPherson’s private prosecution of Frank Magazine, it’s really hard to believe the pair was daft enough to present evidence of their close relationship to my goodself during a recent appearance in court.

While at first glance, the disclosure package Tarrah handed to Frank lawyer David Hutt in a thin manila envelope on July 24 at Spring Garden Road Provincial Court was nothing but a photocopied collection of old Frank articles and tweets, upon closer inspection... well, it’s still just old Frank articles and tweets. But the other day, while leafing through the 28 pages of material, I noticed something odd. There, below an old Frank tweet from January 26, 2015, a tiny picture of Ryan Van Horne stared back at me. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? I closed my eyes and counted to 10. Yet, when I looked down at the page again, he was still there.

A few pages later, waddaya know, he’s there again. It’s an adorable, tousle- haired visage, to be sure. But what in the hell is it doing in Tarrah’s disclosure package? It turns out that in May, at the same time the Daily News sports reporter-turned victim’s advocate was asking me pointed questions about a story I wrote about his latest salvage project, downtrodden mother of four Tarrah McPherson, Ryan Van Horne was busily scanning through the @Frank_Mag Twitter feed, preserving all of my organ’s Tarrah-related tweets. Not for his story, mind you, but in an attempt to support his friend’s private prosecution against the media outlet that dared drag her from the shadows of anonymity into the unforgiving light of day. Ryan’s mug at the bottom of those tweets, next to a solicitation to “Tweet your reply” — which indicates the screengrabs were taken while logged in to his own @ RyanVanHorne Twitter account — serves as proof that in addition to posing as a journalist while advocating for Tarrah’s cause in the pages of any publication that would have him, he’s also been working behind the scenes for her, supplying the 39-yearold Hubbards resident with material that he believes will aid in her legal adventure. But of course, he doesn’t like to admit that, since it doesn’t exactly bolster the image he’s trying to project, a practitioner of serious journalism and all that.

When Ryan approached me after that initial court appearance in the legal matter at hand — Tarrah alleges that while Frank was reporting on her vendetta against Mike Kydd, her former MSVU instructor whom she has falsely accused of rape, this law-abiding family magazine breached a statutory publication ban relating to another matter she was once involved in — I told Ryan that I was impressed with the disclosure package he helped her prepare. To be clear, up to that point, I hadn’t even opened the brown envelope. He looked momentarily confused, stuttered a bit, and mumbled a denial of the accusation before asking myself and lawyer Hutt about the proceeding. Later, Hutt asked if I had noticed Ryan’s lower lip quivering during the exchange. I had noticed that, yes. Was he thinking about the contents of that manila envelope, which contained information he helped Tarrah gather? Perhaps.

Or maybe he was simply experiencing a shot of adrenaline, in the belief that he was inching closer to providing some form of comeuppance to a media outlet he views as the enemy? McPherson & Van Horne LLP On August 14, less than two weeks after Judge Elizabeth Buckle denied Tarrah’s application for a sweeping publication ban — a gag order really — that would have forbidden my organ from reporting on the charges it faces (Frank 773), Tarrah McPherson v. Frank Magazine was back in front of a judge. Judge Michael Sherar began the proceeding by asking Tarrah if she planned to continue the prosecution in the wake of the N.S. Public Prosecution Service’s decision not to get involved (Frank 772). Standing at the edge of the public gallery, she quietly answered in the affirmative. When asked if she planned to obtain her own legal counsel, she said that she’s working on it. Although Judge Mike pointed out that Tarrah is certainly free to continue her prosecution without a lawyer, it would probably be a good idea to have help. And if Tarrah so desires legal counsel, he suggested she should probably get cracking. “I’m meeting with someone this afternoon,” came her answer. Her struggle to find a lawyer mirrors Ryan’s fight to find a media outlet willing to carry his slanted coverage of Tarrah’s latest legal adventure, which has been noted previously in these pages. Pointing to issues with scant disclosure, along with the timing of the charges — two of them are based on a story that was published more than two and a half years ago — Jason Cooke, pinch-hitting for his Burchells colleague David Hutt, requested and received an adjournment to September 6 at 9 a.m. Speaking of disclosure problems, on the way out of court on this day, Tarrah wordlessly presented Jason with another manila envelope, this one skimpier than the last. Inside was information that detailed the charges faced by myself and Frank’s parent company, Coltsfoot Publishing, and nothing else. Still woefully short of useful information, but there is a bright side for the legal dream team on the other side of the aisle. That is, I have yet to find a photographic likeness of Ryan Van Horne anywhere on the document. So that’s a win for McPherson & Van Horne LLP, wouldn’t you say?

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