Madin’s Fraudulent Publisher Since 2011 Kent Madin has maintained the fantasy that he is an “Independent Research/Journo.” In stark contrast to that false claim, the report entitled “Madin - Counterfeit Journalist” documents how the apex cyber predator meets none of the requirements deemed necessary to be an authentic reporter. In July 2021 an Australian federal court ruled that a self-described citizen journalist is not, in the eyes of the law, an authentic reporter. "Under Commonwealth law, a journalist is defined as someone who is engaged in the profession, complies with recognised codes of practice and regularly publishes in a news medium.” This ruling proves that Madin is not a journalist. New evidence further documents the depth of Madin’s desperate personal deception. At the top of Madin’s Linked In page, he proudly boasts, “Not in fact a troll or cyberstalker but an investigative journalist at Snark Communications.” Snark Communications? Therein lays a clue for those unfortunate enough to be required to document the activities of this abscess of rage and narcissism. On a blog created in 2014, Madin headlined his activities as “Hunter and Hunted in the World Wide Wilderness.” Objective journalists do not describe themselves as “hunters.” But what concerns us is the conclusion of the blog, wherein Madin quotes Lewis Carroll’s “The Hunting of The Snark.” It is the mythical snark that unexpectedly reveals the falsity of Madin’s claim to have a publisher. A simple search of the internet quickly discloses two vital facts. The address of Snark Communications: 151 Old Liverpool Road Liverpool, New York 13088 But don’t bother going there to ask for evidence of Madin’s activities as a journalist because “This business has CLOSED.” Thus Madin, who informed President Donald Trump “I am not a reporter,” can now inform President Biden “And I don’t have a publisher either!” Madin’s journalistic pretense might elicit pity if his vicious activities had not inflicted emotional harm to victims around the world. To understand the depth of the man’s lonely ten year obsession, we must return to Lewis Carroll’s poem wherein can be found a hidden clue. When asked to a provide a description of the mythical creature, the poet replied, “For the snark was a boojum, you see.” And what was the name of Madin’s now defunct travel company? Why Boojum Expeditions, of course! Not in fact a troll or cyberstalker but an investigative journalist at Snark Communications? That’s not what the evidence indicates.