Considering that ID LLC has no assets, expenses, or income of any kind, and just exists for Greer's larp, I would be shocked if Greer actually took the time to set up a business account for it. If he does then I wouldn't be surprised if he just puts all his hooker fund money in that account and uses it for that since they're "market research".
Also fucking lol, "I can't prosecute the case right cause muh depression"
If it weren't, well, Russel Greer, the King of the Coomers, I'd assume ID LLC was a plot to try and conceal financials from the court. It would be a stupid idea, but it'd be in the realm of sovcit tier fucking retardation that King Coomer almost, but not quite, could aspire to: "Oh sorry Ya Honor, I'm just a poor pooor weeetard. I gots no money, see? ID LLC? Why would you care about a business I've been working with? Besides, I -- I mean they -- don't have to reveal their books to ya, that's private."
But no, it's mostly for him to pretend to be a
pimp businessman to whores, I'm sure.
It's a protective order. I'm not sure why the other party can't see a copy of the application but I suspect it's something odd about protective orders.
It's to protect Domestic Abuse cases and the like, I'd imagine? You don't want Jimmy Joe Bob to find out Annie Marie filed for a protective order after her 6th month with a black eye in a row.
Literally HOW?
How can this document be embarrassing then any of his filings?
Even that last filing it probably more embarrassing than this application which is probably just some plightsperging
"Mr. Policeman Teacher Sir, that mean ol' Josh and the Kiwi Gang made fun of me, and when I tried to trick a whore into sucking me my penis, someone sent her things that I actually have said and done and she told me no, and that made me sad, and whorefolk shouldn't be allowed to tell you no if you offer them good money to have you your penis sucked, and my pee pee stopped workin' for a while after they kept laughin' at me, and the pimp I usually go to showed me a picture of muh thread before telling me not to contact his whores no more. Mr. Policeman Teacher Sir, I has a human right to pay good money to whores to get me my penis sucked, and Mean ol' Josh and the Kiwi Gang tellin' people what I did without giving me a chance to EXPLAIN is causing me harm cause it's makin' the whorefolk run away. I respectfully request that ya' make him stop talkin' about me unless he can be nice to me."