From Blogging to Book Writing...

Yes. As I change the description recently I want to turn this into a book somehow. Though what would I file it under? Non-fiction? Horror? I dunno. It's something I've always wanted to do. To make my experience into something that can be read by more than just myself and family but to others as well. I guess blogging about it is a start. And yes... if I ever did get it published I would most certainly call it My Little Holocaust. 

The Little Lawyer That Could (have done a better job)

Before my May 7th Court date came I felt I needed a lawyer since it was now a Triple-Threat-Match. He was referred to me because he helped a family member with an issue they had had. So I said; "Okay".  That should have been the first red flag. So onward I went. I called the guy and spoke for a few minutes and made an appointment.

He talked a great game. Good enough that I was sold almost instantly. I'm gonna do this, do that. We're gonna attack them from every angle we can. She's gonna need a pretty big reason and excuse! Who cares about the her, I'm worried about grandma. I'm not guaranteeing you that you'll win custody but I think you have a really good shot. Not verbatim but close enough. I believed him. After witnessing him in action in front of a judge? I vowed never to use a lawyer again for matters involving my children. Ever.

Not only did he fail to do anything he said he would he cost me $2000. And lost. TWICE. More details to come on the continuing story coming up....

Better Call Saul! 

Brainwash Likes the Nazis

The Stepford Wives Children

My son sent me a text today using his grandmother's cell phone (obviously it was expected of me to rip him a new ass or something and she could save it, use it against me in court* etc. because  most Philly judges are dumb and believe anything mothers say). He wanted to know if I could give him spending money because his mother is taking him and his friend to Wildwood, NJ for a day or two. I replied; "Ask your mom. Or grandmother". I didn't get a reply nor do I expect one. 

My initial reaction for him asking me for money is usually on the harsh side. So I bit my texting tongue and sent that short and simple reply. Now I know for certain he's sent me some really nasty shit via text message. However... there are other times where I believe it is either his grandmother or mother doing it. Reasons are obvious. So my first reaction, I think to myself; "The fucking balls on this kid". Now here's a kid who goes beyond measures to bad mouth me and pull my name through the mud whenever he gets a chance. He didn't always feel that way. No. That didn't happen until grandma got involved and made the situation not only worse but beyond repair. His mother is to blame as well. Perhaps I could blame myself for getting involved with that family at all but, as always, hindsight is 20/20. 

Forget the fact that grandma is has more money than me (hey, she has thousands of dollars of mine, thanks to the court... oh yeah, plus she hit the lottery a couple years back. Yeah. $100,000 more than me), Once I rejected him for spending money the usual more than likely occurred in either of the following ways: 

1. Grandma or momma said: You see? He gives everything to your sister but nothing to you. Always been that way. 
2. Grandma or momma said: Don't expect to get nothing from him.
3. Grandma or momma said: He's too busy with little Tyler and little Dylan to be bothered by you.
4. He said: That's why he's a deadbeat and never did nothing for me. <--- This is a definite. 

Why is four a definite? Well because that's what he's heard for the past three years and that's what he's been brainwashed to believe. The first three are easy to predict being said mainly because they've been said before. How do I know? My daughter had heard it said. Not to mention I've heard the first one with my own ears, over the phone. This is how those people are. Children are just pawns for mothers (not all of them, just ones like these) to gain what they want (money) and they'll use them as much as they can, regardless of how badly it affects their lives. Always remember that fathers. 

*I would hope that they read this blog and bring it to court in February. It'll save me paper and ink.

When the Monster Slimed Her Way In.... (continued)

Actual Photograph of an unknown Philly Judge damaging fathers and children

Continued...

It wasn't long after that that my son began to turn against me (not because he wanted to, but because he was trained to). Eight months I had to wait for custody court. Eight long months. Want to know about stress? Get involved with custody. I'm surprised to don't look older than what I am. So eight months my ex-wife and I argued and verbally fought. The keep-away-the-kids game was at full throttle. I'd see the kids but then they were given the option of "you don't have to if you don't want to" when it came to visiting me. Why would they do that? Well outside of being the bottom dwellers of society, they knew I would never make them do something they didn't want to do. Keep in mind that my wife and I had already been married for roughly three years at this point. By now he was already brainwashed into hating her guts. Why? We can't think of a reason other than that she was always there for them when they weren't. Simple really. Sadly it wasn't always like that. Before these monsters sunk their claws into his young, impressionable brain he and my wife got along really well.

During this time... I began speaking more and more with her mother who was also arguing with her daughter. Visitation was strictly between myself and ex mother-in-law. Why? Well... their mother began her Houdini act. She'd disappear here and there leaving these things more up to her mother then to me so there really wasn't any other way. Months went by until finally custody court was literally one month away. Four weeks. My ex mother-in-law approached me and said; "She (meaning her daughter) owes me money and I'll tell you one thing, I'm gonna get my money. I don't care how but I'm gonna get it". I knew where she was going. She went on; "This morning, I went downtown and filed for custody against her. I told them this has nothing to do with you and that I don't want any problems to come your my..." I stopped listening to her vomit coming out of her gaping shit hole. I knew immediately what she did. She was playing me too! I never learn.

You can't file for custody against just one parent when you're an outside party. You have to sue both. That was the last time I ever willingly spoke to that woman. To make the matter worse? I just waited eight months. Court gave her FOUR WEEKS for the same date, time, room and judge. The looming affect of having a penis was sinking in. She had to wait four weeks. Let that sink in. I had to wait 8 fucking months to try and get custody of my children from an abusive and battered home yet this fucker steps in, with money on the mind, and they give her not only the same thing, but only 4 fucking weeks. So rather than Me vs. ex-wife... it was now going to be Me vs. ex-wife vs. ex-mother-in-law. Once the monster slimed her way in my relationship with my son pretty much flat-lined.... along with his future. I began seeing less of him and he rarely spoke to me. By the way... it was also during this time that his schooling would be used against me. How? Well... when he'd get straight Fs I'd punish him. So he refused to come over my house. You see... living with his grandmother there are no consequences. He had five Fs on that last report card and took away his Xbox 360. Remember that key detail.... because come May, the judge would use that against me.

However... a strange thing happened. My daughter started to drift toward my wife and I. In any case, it wouldn't matter. When you have an incompetent judge, who just happened to be a board member for 8 years for the National Organisation for Women... it doesn't make a fucking difference. 

"Perhaps we had better start from the beginning..."

It doesn't rear its ugly head until you enter the court house. 

While perusing through my hate posts you may have wondered, if you don't know me personally, how the hell did this custody/support case turn into this fucking mess? Technically it's simple, I have a dick but in reality it's a long story but one I'm willing to write out in multiple posts so other fathers can see and compare notes. Or maybe you're just interested in fathers getting fucked over in court. If you are you're probably one of the dick-choppers lurking about down center city Philadelphia or a mother who pulled one over the system for a quick, easy and consistent buck. I've yet to hear from other fathers who have been raked across the coal by court, I know they're out there. There are a handful of fathers I'm friends with who actually won their cases but the circumstances are much different. One guy lives in Bucks County and won. That's more than likely the reason (outside of being a good father and the mother being a scumbag). The judges in Bucks County are competent, unbiased and pretty much don't abuse their gavel. But again... location is key. And I suppose a lot of luck.

Whenever I see a friend post on Facebook or whatever social networking joint that he's about to step into this shit storm I call Dante's Inferno, I love to read through the comments. The majority of the commentators are usually women so I take their "good lucks" and "shooting prayers your way" with a grain of salt and the fact that they have no fucking clue what's it's like to witness this from our point of view makes me laugh. One of the worst comments I've seen was a woman who said; "A father who wants to be in their child's life  usually does well in the Philadelphia court system". She also wished him luck. How nice of her. First I laughed. Then I read it again and became enraged. Fucking enraged. It pisses me off because that's what I've come to expect most mothers to spew out to a man who's about to get in the shit. It's smug, arrogant and condescending in a maybe-you-should-man-up kind of way and it drives me fucking wild. I see that type of response all the time. Odds are good her baby-daddy was a scumbag and that's her typed-out-face-smack aimed at him while speaking to someone else entirely.

Another bullshit comment? "Think positive. Everything will work out in your favor". Guess how many times I've heard that shit? Guess how times I've thought it? Fuck that. If that were the case we'd all be fucking millionaires, no? Thinking positive only cools your nerves before the court date, it does nothing else. So think positive for the sake of your sanity not because things will work out your way. "Keep your head up".  No.... that's what you could tell a father after he gets fucked over in court. Not before. The fact is when you leave the court, and you have just gotten fucked over, you can't keep your head up. It's as simple as that. It's too much. So... let's just drop that shit right now.

"Prayers coming", "Prayers sent", "Sending prayers your way" etc... *FACEPALM*  This one fucking... irks the shit out of me. I've seen a person comment on a custody matter, a guy, he said; "Put it in God's hands". I don't even know how to break that down and say how fucking stupid it is rather than just say; "Shut the fuck up" or "You're fucking stupid" or "Take that shit and GTFO". Seriously I don't know how any  logical or reasonable person can say anything that ridiculous. It's rubbish. It isn't even a gesture of good will or whatever you want to label it. It's fucking stupid. Not to mention... even if I were a believer, custody certainly isn't something I want in his fucking hands. That's for sure!

These are all things I've not only seen but have witnessed firsthand. I've been told these things. I've thought them, except the prayers nonsense. So when, in late 2011, when my children's mother decided she wanted to hand the kids over to me, without any fight, I remember thinking positive. I remember being excited. I remember thinking all kinds of positive things about the future. How different the kids living with me and my wife would be. Their lives would change dramatically. At that point in time my daughter was closer to her mother and grandmother. Not surprising, they lived with their mother at their grandmother's house. To be honest, they didn't want to move in with me initially but then again they didn't really have a choice in the matter. Their mother had her problems and she admitted she couldn't do it. At that time, my positive thinking made me think it was the most admirable things she had ever done up to that point in her life. We (my family) all did. I was in a bit of a shock. I was fully expecting her to milk the child support for every cent until our daughter, younger than our son by four years, turned eighteen. That's what I was expecting. So at that point my daughter and I had a nice relationship. My daughter got along with my wife really well too, still does. My son was on the teen-rise, as in his teen attitude was just kicking in. He was completely unsure of what he wanted, still is (in fact, these days he only wants what he's programmed to think he wants which isn't much of anything. Thanks Grandmother). He wanted both but didn't seem to want to betray either of us. I knew he was going to choose his mother but we'd grow closer once he lived with us. We had a great relationship.

She was even nice enough to give me the paperwork to fill out. Turned out she actually printed out and gave me the wrong form but whatever. I told her, don't worry about it, I'll get the proper forms. She offered to pay. I said no. I'll pay the form fee (which is like $40, give or take). I wrote out our discussion and agreement on the form. Signed it. Mailed it. There was no need for her to sign it yet. The way it works is, in this case, the father would do it, me, who then mails it. The court processes it and sends her a copy. She signs it and returns it. Then a date for a hearing is set. Our hearing date was October 2012. We were to see a Master. You know... the court's fancy word for lawyer. Positive thinking. Good luck, Mike. Keep your head up. Kept my head up. She was receptive and talkative when we first met up in the lobby. Regular conversation about the kids, ideas about where they'll sleep until the third floor would be remodeled. They'd stay in the same school blah blah blah. Let's face it. I literally live five or six blocks away. Then it was our turn to go in.

She let out a sigh, as if her day and life was just inconvenienced; "No. They're not moving in with him. They don't want to live with him anyway." She sat there with her arms crossed and spit out that shit in the cockiest manner. On the outside I was calm... but on the inside... I was fuming and realized that this scumbag just played the shit out of me. I remember thinking all kinds of things. It's funny how in that situation the things that pop up in your head: Jack the Ripper. Playstation. Flyers. Ted Bundy. Comic books. Star Wars. Anything that may interest me to keep me from saying something to the "master" that I would certainly regret later. Yes ma'am. No ma'am. Fuck you ma'am. As I've said in other posts... I got the look after this event happened. The "you're a fucking dead beat" look. She may as well Rick Roll'd me. But why on Earth would Jack the Ripper or Ted Bundy pop into my head?? Two of the biggest pieces of shit ever. Well... it wasn't the last time they popped up in my head. That day was coming. At the end of the hearing we were given another date. A court date. For all the marbles. May 7th 2013. We were to see a judge this time.

This long story is To be continued for your sanity... 

Acknowledgment of Fuck Up.

What do you know? After exploding on the phone like a ravenous madman, they actually sent me a letter stating that they fucked up. How nice of them.

These scumbags are so quick to drop the hammer on men it's a fucking disgrace. Spin this the other way and have a mom on the other end? Well... she would never be in arrears. In the court's eyes, and their degenerate underlings, mothers do no wrong. 

Not in Compliance with Arrears? My Dick

Well well... once again I get a big dick rammed up my ass by Philadelphia's finest court employees. The woman I met with on July 2 called me this morning to tell me I'm not in compliance with my arrears and that before I'm in contempt, she is sending me court papers to give me another date, a sooner date, to come in and fix this problem. I went absolutely ballistic on her. Fuck her. I'm so tired of the bullshit. I'm tired of these fucking dick haters at court busting my balls.

She claims she hasn't received a payment against my original arrears case in two months. I said; "Bullshit. I pay every fucking week". While trying to explain her nonsense I yelled over her until she shut the fuck up and I asked; "If I haven't been compliant in my arrears for two months, why the fuck did you fail to mention it last week when I sat across from you at your desk? And two months? You're telling me now? That's a pretty fucking big  'oh by the way'." Now it may sound as if I'm failing to do something on my end when that's not true at all. When it comes to arrears, the court skims the arrears off of the weekly child support payment. That's how it works. Apparently, they stopped taking it out around two months ago. I have no fucking idea why and neither does this woman. Oh.... there goes that word again: woman. Never seems to be a man doing this fucking job... See the pattern?

So now I have to go back down to court presumably so they can financially sodomize me more. It's such bullshit I can't even begin to describe the feeling. She claimed that this was just a courtesy call and she didn't mean it to be a nuisance call. After all, like she said.... she's "only doing my job". Yeah. Fuck you. I said; "Nuisance call? No. This is court busting by balls because I have a dick." I said; "I am being discriminated against because I am a man. Plain and simple". "So you feel that you're being discriminated against because you're a man?" "YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT I DO". "We'll be sending those papers out today. Sorry for the inconvenience. Have a nice day. Goodbye." Fuck you. You're all incompetent fucking dick haters. It's the only reason why the court hires women: to get back at men. They all hate us. And it keeps getting worse and worse.