Checking In with the Tactical Support Enforcement Unit

*actual picture of a mother counting stolen ducats she got from her middle man: Court*

On July 2, 2014, a short time away, I go back to court once again. This time I'm scheduled to appear in front of the Tactical Support Enforcement Unit (sounds like something from Call of Duty) to check in. The Tactical Support Enforcement Unit is just a long, drawn out way to say 3rd Floor because all of us fathers know the 3rd floor is mostly support. The T.S.E.U. is just a bullshit name to make these wallet-rapists feel more important than they actually are.

I always wonder what life would be like without gender bias. I can imagine! Or better yet... what if Philadelphia's employees in court actually did their jobs correctly? Common sense and a small amount of research would go a long way for these slugs. So on this particular date with court, I go so I can, in their words; "check in" with them. You know, so they can see how I'm doing paying support. As if these lazy bastards can't see that on their computers. SMFH. It's a day in the life of a father... 

A Glitch in the System?

This is true. These mothers use and abuse the system for free money but
don't want the responsibility of paying for the cost of children.

So my support results have been delivered. While I'm happy to an extent it's still a joke. My daughter has been living with my wife and I since March 28, 2014 and I've been paying support for her and my son (waiting on custody hearing next year). The leach grandmother who the female judge wrongfully gave custody to is the person I'm fighting in court. The court, even with proof, decided to ignore the over payment of child support and also stick me with an orthodontist bill (they simply added it to my arrears! Why not?). While that's all fine and dandy it shows once again that the mother gets off scott-free while the father catches all of the fucking slack. But this shouldn't come as a surprise. Any man who has gone to court for custody and support know the dick is a weapon used against us by women, especially female judges. This money grubbing vampire swooped in for custody, and got it because she has a vagina, for the sole purpose of exploiting the children for money. We (as in my family and friends) know that she doesn't care about these children. You can just look at her grandchildren she has custody of and is living with her and tell automatically how much support money is used on clothes. But there's always money for cigarettes! Even for the minors.

The usual outcome.... 

By the time the orthodontist bill is paid off (sometime in 2015 I think), court for custody of my daughter will be over which also at that time my son will be 3 months away from turning 18. It's amazing. And again the mother doesn't catch any flak and the grandmother rakes homes another few thousand free dollars. The significance of the orthodontist bill, court and my daughter living with me all tie together to the fact that the 'ole Adolf child exploiter, my daughter is on her insurance. Now, prior going to the dentist my daughter moving in with me (which is breaking the custody order, on both ends here), it was pretty much set in stone. Trust me... all of this will make sense in time. I'm building up to the actual custody hearing that happened on October 7, 2013, though we have a ways to go for that post... Adolf claims that her insurance will drop my daughter, and her other two grandchildren she exploits, causing the orthodontist bill to skyrocket (3 of her 4 grand kids got braces the same day... and yes, the court actually falls for this nonsense that she's such a caring person. BALLS.). Well it's going to skyrocket anyway in February 2015 when we go back for custody.

I'm not one hundred percent certain though I am confident, that I will gain custody of my daughter come February. But let's not hold our breath. We know courts loathe the penis. A lot of this may not make any sense but I'm slowly giving more and more information. Maybe I'll turn it into a book and spread the word so more fathers like me stand up and call out mothers. So.... at the end of the day I suppose something, for once, went my way... at least to an extent. I got fucked because the orthodontist bill was laid at my doorstep. I also got fucked because court decided me and my wife's day care bill for our two children is irrelevant. They said it wasn't the basic necessity of kids. Yeah that's a joke. They're busting my balls for the sake of busting balls. Hey... the courts? They get off on it. 

Results of Petition to Lower Child Support

I'm not even joking. 

Manners, Dress Clothes and Posture

If only you could get away with that. Or make it worth while!
Shit and don't wipe, then do it. 

Here's another platitude the masses try and force you to believe. It's the age old idea that you have to mind your manners and dress the part to get the thumbs up approval from some lackadaisical, dick-hating judge. By default I think my manners have always stayed in check whenever I enter court. I don't have to blurt out obscenities to get my point across although I have and at times do but only after I'm sodomized by some dick head clerk. I never sighed either up until recently. I never shook my head. Hell, I never wore shorts and a t-shirt up until after a custody hearing in May 2013.

This is what a judge may as well be doing when a father is making his case.
In my case the judge was actually doing paperwork for another case. No shit.

Why? Well as I said, I assumed like everybody else that these things were legit and would really help you. They don't. My first time in front of a judge I was already guilty of being a father so the clothes and manners didn't make a difference, even though the enemy was dressed like a fucking barn animal. My back was straight. I kept my hands and elbows off the table. Yes your honor, no your honor. I spoke only when spoken to. I never interrupted. I didn't question. I answered truthfully. And I had a pretty bad cold. Like... a hacking cough and runny nose cold. I felt terrible but I managed to keep my composure until the very end.

I can live out my fantasy through courtroom sketches of Charles Manson. 

So the checklist for courtroom manners was all filled out in my brain. I think one of the first things the judge said was; "What are you chewing on?" [Your mother's fucking box. That's what]. It should have been pretty clear that my throat clearing and coughing gave it away. I answered softly so I didn't irritate my throat and start hacking my lungs up; "A cough drop your honor. Sorry.". She gave me such a condescending look that I'll never forget it. It's like a knife in the throat. By the time that day was over, I regretted swallowing that cough drop and not spitting it in her face. While she was reading out her overly complicated, harebrained,  dick-grinding, heart melting hogwash of a custody order, I didn't listen to most of it. Aside from being completely and utterly devastated about losing custody (and by her unfathomable incompetence), I remember thinking; "Manners... clothes... posture... etc... None of it means shit". I was convinced from that point onward that regardless of what I wore, what I said etc that she looked past it completely.

Next time your in court for matters such as custody or support, go once wearing a John Gotti suit, then for another hearing wear something you'd wear to take a walk around the block. I guarantee that you will not see a difference. Facial expressions say it all... particularly eyes. I'm sure she could tell what I was thinking by the way I was staring at her.

If you're reading this about the time it posted (I have it scheduled), or shortly thereafter, I'm no doubt in court... fighting the fight. Wearing shorts and a Fight Club t-shirt.

What does it take to be a Judge in Philadelphia?

After my custody case on October 7, 2013 I did a lot of thinking. I was certain I was dealt a bad hand based solely on the thing that dangles between every man's legs. I pored over articles, cases etc.... Then I found the Judicial Conduct Board of Pennsylvania. What this place is, or claims to be, is where someone like me files a complaint about a clerk or judge or whoever you felt wronged you. The JCBP claim they take these allegations very seriously and each complaint is thoroughly researched by each of the twelve board members. In November 2013 I filed a complaint against the female judge I was unfortunate enough to have encountered. Her conduct, attitude, laziness and flat out incompetence amazed me (and severely affected my children in a negative way, particularly finalizing the severing of my relationship with my son, but the judge had help from his grandmommy). It left me slack-jawed. Since then her image has been a thorn in my brain.

Naturally...

My initial reaction upon meeting her in May 2013 was the beginning. I knew the moment she entered the room she hated men. It was simply the way she carried herself... and how she viciously attacked me at every breath. I loathe the woman and even italicize the word judge when referring to her. Anyways... I filled out a complaint and wrote a long letter to the Judicial Conduct Board and explained, in extraordinary detail, my case and situation and gave really good examples of why my feelings are so strong about why I think I was wronged. I didn't make a copy of the letter sadly. I wish I did. Although there is one part I remember. At one point in the letter, I was asking the requirements one must meet to be a judge. I said something along the lines of, "her incompetence is such that my mother's dog is more qualified to sit on that bench". As you can see in the picture of the letter I posted above... when the Judicial Conduct Board of Philadelphia responded to me, 6 months later, they dismissed my complaint. Imagine that...

Seems legit. 

Welfare Fraud and Accountability

This is basically what court tells us fathers

How life works is this... sometimes you never hear of certain things until it happens to you. Prior to Philadelphia's Family Court system teaching me that I'm to be punished for other's wrong doing, I had never heard of it. I may have heard it in passing perhaps or whatever but it's just something I never paid attention to. I know our tax dollars go toward it and in a lot of cases it's put to good use.... just not in Philadelphia. Philadelphia harbors some of the worst that are guilty of this simple to do tactic that, let's be honest, is committed solely by mothers. Who else would do it? Fathers? Ha! Not happening considering judges here chop our dicks off at the door when it comes to us men.

And you know... I'll be the first father to admit that it's true, there are a lot of shit fathers. But it's not our fault that a group of men at some point in time fucked it up for every other father thereafter. And judges, especially female judges, don't even bother to check facts. Why would they? Their minds are made up before even meeting us. In 2011, when I first found out about this neat little side activity mothers can pull whenever they want, I received a regular support petition in the mail. Upon contacting her, she claimed she didn't file and that I shouldn't worry about it. Of course. When the time came I remember getting there and to my surprise she wasn't there. The clerk lubing up her pen told me she didn't have to be. I wasn't surprised. What did surprise me was that she explained to me what this really was: It was the Philadelphia Department of Welfare filing on behalf of her... against me. Side note... this was before I was paying support through court. Dumb move. I know. Though I kept my receipts because I (and everyone I know) expected the proof would be in receipts.

Considering court lets women use it for their own personal use...
 I'd choose the acid lake too!

This is how welfare fraud works... The mother takes child support, doesn't report it to welfare, whether it's through court or not, while simultaneously accepting cash assistance from the Department of Welfare. Along with the cash moms get food stamps and free benefits. This is the part that makes it fraud: she doesn't actually have the kids. Let me back up... I moved back home in 2003, she continued to live with her fascist mother until 2010. She moved out, without the two kids(she left them with her mother), and moved in with her boyfriend... sort of unbeknownst to me. Even if I did know for certain, court was coming anyway (stay tuned for that fiasco). When, in the summer of 2011, she filed for cash assistance she told them that I was paying support. She had already had food stamps and benefits. The fraud is taking the cash without having the kids... why? I don't know. There is no explanation but, when it comes to the actual cash given, it's an issue. So welfare immediately put a halt to the cash assistance but continued giving her the benefits and stamps. So while this was going on for about 6 months, the cash given built up to $2,000. Once it was complete they filed against me, on behalf of her. Again... I don't know.

So the Philadelphia's wonderful Department of Freeloader Welfare Abusers wanted their money. I begged the question in court. I was then brought to another room, a female DA. She didn't give two fucks either. On paper, it automatically looked like I never gave a shit about my children. They claimed that not only were my receipts as useless as a bowl of piss, they weaved a bullshit tale about tarriff laws and whatever. At the end of the day the bill was shoved down my throat. I asked; "What if I refuse to pay?" This is where you can see them salivate and really get-off on the whole issue... "Well... you can face jail time, frozen bank accounts, property seizure, more arrears, we can take you car and then ram your cock into a pencil sharpener". The best part is the fact that the court knew I wasn't even involved, knew about or actually committed the crime. I mean, there's a paper trail that doesn't lead to me, it leads to her, and I'm forced to pay it. It put me in arrears for $2,000. I was never in arrears until that happened. So a quick recap: Mothers can commit welfare fraud without consequence because the court will just force fathers to pay it. When I asked a lawyer about it I was told; "It happens so often that the city would lose money if they went after every case". Basically... there are more important things for Philadelphia court to worry about.... except when it comes the father's wallets.

But this is nothing to what was coming... 

PA Child Support Enforcement Unit

Support Enforcement Conferences are kind of what you would expect. This is where you're told to go to 27 South 11th (I believe it's the 3rd floor). They send a paper in the mail about enforcement for support. You know, when they think you aren't paying. I've always paid but I got two in the mail. Well it wasn't because I failed to pay it's because the arrears I'm in (the ridiculous reason for being in arrears will be for another post entirely, much too long to discuss here) are over $2000 and the way support is set up and because some months are longer than others, it's really easy to fall behind. In fact, there's nothing you can do to not fall behind... unless of course you have the money and pay it in full.

This section of the whole support thing is actually it's own floor. There is no lobby in this section either, you sit on rickety old benches in a hallway, right where the elevator leaves you off. You sign in... fill out forms... sound familiar? Yeah. The same bullshit you fill out the floor above or below. Then you wait. Finally when it's your turn you follow in the woman (no surprise there) AND a security guard. Yeah, a security guard escorts you in to a giant office filled with cubicles and sits there and watches you. If the effort put into this was put toward equality, I wouldn't have started this website. With no privacy, your financial information is blurted out for all passing by to hear. My first thoughts were that the security guard, for all I know, could be some scumbag thief on the side. Hey, I'm pre-judged by these people so why not return the favor?

And again... the tone and condescending look you get are priceless. The whole time I sat there thinking how much she's paid to talk down to fathers. Like every other woman in the building she doesn't care about anything you say. She prints up her slip and gives her card telling you what you already know, then schedules a follow up appointment in a couple months to check up on me. What am I in fucking grade school? About ten minutes into this slap in the face of a conference, the security guard gets up and leaves. He basically wonders off and roams the halls until the next dad is brought in to be sodomized. The woman, whose emotionless face never breaks character, barely makes eye contact. As if her tone wasn't a kick in the dick. This is the stigma fathers have in Philly's family court. We're looked at and treated like such scumbags a lot of them don't even bother looking at you. Us fathers should start treating them the same way.