Nickname given to former clientele of a now-defunct bullshit jazz bar in Kitsilano famous for the aromas of stale urinal cakes and late-middle age desparation.

Rotards are recognized by their inablity to converse on subjects not related to themselves or to their now rat-infested opium den of a restaurant. They are also infamous for occupying other local watering holes and filling them with characters ranging from self-obsessed gambling addicts to sadistic ex-high school football coaches.

The only defence against Ro-tards is to form a defensive circle and stare unblinkingly at any program on the television above one's head.