"The Decision"

Here's a decision that would make King James be in awe. Initially I was reported to go to the Criminal Justice Center on Filbert Street. Why? I have no idea. Apparently nobody down there knows either. I could give the benefit of the doubt and be like; "Hey, they just had a new building open up, maybe they're behind a bit". Then I'd also say; "Bullshit. That new building has been open for over a fucking month now. There's no reason". So as I said, I was initially told to go to Filbert Street for this custody hearing. About two to three weeks ago I received another letter from court stating to now report to 1501 Arch Street, which is the new Family Court building. Fine.

My  routine Facebook ritual before court.

So the morning of court I walked my way down 16th Street and made a left on Arch and began the block or so walk. It was also cold as fuck too. I got there at about 9:05, my hearing was at 9:30. There was tons of security which held up the show but not too long. The elevators were mobbed. Too many fucking people. It was like cattle being herded into a fucking barnyard. I exited the line and went to the information desk. I asked the woman if my room was on the 3rd floor. She said; "No. You're in the wrong building". I gazed at my paper. Then pulled out the other one that said 1501 Arch. I looked at her again then my papers. I said; "This paper came in the mail recently and said come here". She explained how she was aware of said paper but it was sent out by mistake.

I called bullshit and went upstairs anyway. On my way I ran into them. They appeared to have the same problem as me only they were certain that they had to go to the 8th floor to clear it up, so, I followed them because I had no fucking idea what was going on. The guy sitting at the information desk on the 8th floor wasn't even supposed to be there. His job was somewhere else in the building. Yeah... he was just sitting there chatting with the cop who apparently was in charge of information. He wasn't sure himself about this issue so he brought our papers to some room while we waited. When he finally got back it was 9:20. He apologized for the inconvenience but... told us 'You have to go to Filbert St. Sorry. Minor mistake on our part". I was like... minor? I have court in 10 minutes. Filbert is like 3 fucking blocks over. He just looked at me like I was invisible. Fuck him. I posted on Facebook that morning; "New building, same stupid fucking idiots".

The time-stamp is wrong on this as the status didn't post until I left the building.

Surprisingly I made it to the CJC at 9:30. The fucking hearing was at 9:30. I went through security as quickly as I could only to end up in a train car like atmosphere that was straight out of Schindler's List. Total chaos. There are 6 elevators and everyone is trying to get on at once. Sure... security was there. But they were just there. Not doing anything. Hey, I guess they were catching up on gossip. Just standing there... IN THE WAY. I got to room 305 at 9:45-ish. I was expecting the worst but that little paper some genius sent out fucked everything up for seemingly everyone else as well. Hell the judge wasn't even there yet. I felt relieved obviously but pissed off because I was rushing to get nowhere basically. The whole process of just getting there, putting up with the stupid bullshit, just makes it worse. I was thinking that I shouldn't even be in this fucking place, and of course, I cursed everyone I am pissed at to hell and back. The clerks lumbering around waiting for the judge I kept hoping would trip and fall and I'd witness some emergency scene where the dude was dying in his own pool of blood. I dunno... Maybe the ceiling would gave in as the clerks were all grouped together talking about who knows what.

Typical.

Since we we're at the CJC we reported to an actual court room. Those fancy ones we see on TV all the time. I still wondered why we were here then I remember how incompetent Philadelphia's court system is and nothing is probably ready at the new Family Court building. After checking in the woman told me our case was first.... much to my relief. There were a bunch of other people there too so everyone waiting for their turn got to hear my case's business. It didn't matter to me though because the previous night I told my ex-wife if they weren't going to give me shit, I wouldn't. I was there for custody of my daughter and that's it. Custody of my son is pointless. He'll be 18 in 6 months. When the judge came it was about quarter after ten and it turned out we were the first case. We were the fourth. SMFH. Oh well. At least I got to listen how the judge was going to be operating that day.

The first case was a mother vs. the father. She had a lawyer and some other lady to give details I presume if needed. The dude was alone. Right off the bat the female judge, who I was fearing the whole time, seemed really fair I must say. She didn't want to hear any shit. State your peace and GTFO was really how I took it. Much different than my last judge. The guy lived with his mother and apparently they had a really bad flea problem, which he said they were trying to get rid of. He also failed a drug test (he smoked pot). The mother wanted sole custody, the father wanted shared. We in the audience weren't specifically shown pictures of sever flea bites but they were held up to the people in the case and we could see them. Anyway... long story short. The mother was denied sole custody and the judge awarded both shared custody. I was in a bit of shock. A woman judge not steam rolling a father? Let alone a father whose drug test was hot? Holy fuck.

Next case was the same. A mother and father fighting for custody. Only difference was the father's fiance, according to the mother, was threatening to shoot people. Yeah. Again, long story short, the judge brushed that off because the father denied it and awarded both shared custody. The shooting story did sound suspect I thought. They both were basically playing keep away on holidays and birthdays. The judge told both of them to grow up, the kids are between five and ten, and that they have plenty of time to share dates. Next! The next two or three cases the father didn't show up. I left the court house happy. That's never happened before. So basically my record is approximately 1-20. But I guess when you win one of the big  ones, that's better than nothing.

I actually waited until the evening to drink in celebration.

Did this restore my faith in the system? Fuck no. It's still shit and is fucking broken. In my experience the damage was done a long time ago by not only the people I was fighting against but a female judge with an agenda against dick. I nearly had a run-in with her prior to my hearing on Friday morning. Obviously I wouldn't have done anything but I would have thrown nasty looks her way for certain. I'll be there (at court) again for sure. Once my son is 18 I'll be there to file to stop support for him but even before that, I'll be there to file for support for my daughter. 

Imagine that... SMFH.

Well... back to being in front of a female judge....  Not cool. 

An omen? Or tiny beacon of light?

I'm not sure what to make of this. While it's exciting to not have a female judge and have the date pushed closer to now... I dunno... It'll take a hell of a lot to restore my faith in this system. Actually even if I left with custody of both kids I'd still look down on the system as a complete farce. The bright side is I will be in front of a judge, which is strange considering this is a custody hearing. I've only ever had a master at one of these hearings. The even brighter side is that it isn't the incompetent man hater I had the last two times.

I'll always expect nothing from Philadelphia courts.

My Little Holocaust

Prior to all of this bullshit I never really cared about men getting the shaft in court. Never thought about it. I had heard all of the stories about gender bias, men not getting a fair shake etc. All that shit. I really don't remember if I bought into it or not which I find funny and very strange considering my feelings about it now. I'm outspoken on the subject, I say how I feel and I don't give two fucks if anyone agrees with me or not. Straight to my point. Fuck pulling punches and sugar coating. I have facts to support my claims and it's all here on this website (and all the paper work in a folder) that I've decided to share with whoever is willing to care or read. Or laugh. I'm sure there are those people out there. Then there's shit like this particular day I'm about to write about.

We've all had bad days. Every single one of us. Being drug to my grandmother's funeral when I was 10. Sitting at the hospital with my daughter after she accidentally got hit with a baseball bat by her brother in the face (guess who wasn't watching her as she wondered too close to a baseball game being played, wasn't his fault). Getting jumped by five or six dudes in high school. Fist fighting a friend because of  his infidelity with my sister and *clears throat*. So yeah... just a few bad days in my life off the top of my head. Though... Nothing would have prepared me for this. Nothing. For me... my May 7 2013 court date for custody was easily the most horrible day of my life. I've never felt as much emptiness, helplessness and anger in all my life. I still feel it. Like it was yesterday. Thanks Judge... fucking dick-hating cunt.

 That day changed me forever. How I feel. How I think. Things I do. It affected me in the worst possible way and I still feel the affects because of the path it carved for not only myself but for my son. I've always referred to it as My Little Holocaust. It sums up everything in three words about how I've felt every day since. Not only was the outcome a complete mockery of everything a good parent stands for, the treatment I received from that judge was jaw droppingly (It wasn't a word until I just made it one) disturbing. Her facial expressions, condescending attitude, laziness, her lack of readiness, tone, speech pattern, etc... It was absolutely unbelievable. I couldn't believe it. This woman literally stopped midway through this case, made us wait, so she can do paperwork for another case entirely! No lie. Believe it or not she literally did some of that paperwork while we were explaining our case (to be fair, I say we because she did it to not only me but to them as well). Yeah I'm sure she heard everything. Well, at least she heard everything grandma said. What a surprise.

I was there early. Earlier than my own lawyer. The clan didn't show up until closer to court time. My son was marched into the lobby first. Completely ignored me. I now felt how my wife had felt for such a long time. Thanks to them. He didn't even acknowledge my presence. Didn't even look my way. I was like a ghost. Dirty sneakers. Old jeans. A worn grey hoodie... with the hood up. Yeah, even at a time like this they won't dress him up or instruct him on manners. It's what he does. Monkey see monkey do.

Then there was my daughter. In a nice dress. Presumably bought with my own money. She sat next to me. My son's mind was made up for him. He was absolutely forbidden to choose me but not only that, he had already told me he didn't want to live with me. Fine. There's nothing I can do to change his mind for grandma's brainwashing and manipulation machine had been in full swing for years.My daughter on the other hand wasn't so sure. She didn't want to hurt my feelings or her mother's. However... she was also scared of grandma. In normal families grandma's are supposed to be loved not feared. In the simplest terms she's a fucking bully. She's bullies children to use them for personal gain (money). It was showtime.

Just before entering the court room the children's mother didn't have an attorney. The grandmother had an attorney though and he looked very familiar. I knew I knew his face but I could place the name. He approached me and my lawyer. "My client and I were interested in possibly striking a deal. Perhaps the children can live with you one week then with her the next week...". Again, not verbatim but close enough. My lawyer whispered to me; "I think you should take it". I looked at grandma and then the familiar face; "No. No fucking way. I'm here take my children away from this woman not negotiate with her". My lawyer told me he thought I made a mistake. I second guessed myself but told him; "We're not bargaining for goods here, we're talking about my children". This is the only time I wouldn't take my lawyer's advice... unfortunately. I should have told him to take a fucking walk. Oh yeah... hindsight.

So in we went...

Again at the table when we took our seats my lawyer did the broken record routine; "I think it was very foolish of you to pass on that". Without looking at him I said; "Fuck her". Then the judge came in. My lawyer leaned over to me and sad; "She's a fair judge. Tough but fair. She used to be a nun". The realization of my experience in the Pit and the Pendulum had just begun. I went to a catholic grade school. Throughout my time there I was fortunate enough to have had only one nun and I hated her fucking guts. As a matter of fact, I hated every nun in that school. I remember feeling a sudden sense of dread and doom fall over me but I kept my head up. I thought positive.  I was absolutely convinced I would be leaving with both of my children.

She asked the mother if she wanted custody. Didn't give an answer. She asked her why she was there. Shrugged her shoulders. The judge was pissed; "Do even know what you want?" She answered; "Whatever makes the kids happy. As long as they're not at their dads". The judge stared at her for a long moment. It was the last time she looked at and spoke to the mother during this 2 hour romp through hell. Remember... at this point I was now a defendant because of grandma swooped in for the kill (read: money). I was initially the plaintiff suing for custody. Keep that in mind.

We plead our case about direction, consequence, manners, responsibility etc that we thought the kids should be getting but weren't with grandma and that they would in fact get it living with myself and my wife. So grandma brings up one of my punishments. She said; "He took that boy's Xbox 360 away from him for a month because he got one F on his report card". No lie. That is, word for word, what she said. The judge, pushing her stupid ass glasses up her beak, gave me such a condescending look while squinting her eyes. I sat up straight as my blood pressure was already teetering my lifeline on edge, my lawyer still sitting there doing nothing, I said; "First of all it was two months. Second of all he had five F's on his report card. Not one. What was I supposed to do? Congratulate him on straight F's? No. I did what any parent would do, I showed him consequences of bad grades. I grounded him from going out while over my house, which he stopped coming over, and not only that I took away his Xbox". The judge dismissed my punishment as petty and child like.

The judge then moved on to living arrangements and schooling. My lawyer spoke up. He basically explained to the judge that there are separate rooms in my house that are available for both children to sleep and live in immediately. He then went on that my house and grandma's house are literally six blocks away and that I had no plans on changing their schools. My son was in high school and daughter was in grade school. The judge turned to me I guess to get confirmation? I repeated what my lawyer said and even added; "I also would like to say I have no plans whatsoever to keep these children away from that side of the family. They could see them whenever they wish, sleep over, take them or pick them up from school etc". The judge ignored that. She was only listening to me repeat what she had already been told. Presumably, she was busy with another case on her desk which she abruptly stopped my case for.

In the interim that familiar faced lawyer of grandma's revealed his name to a clerk that was standing by. He said it and a light bulb flashed in my head. I leaned to my lawyer; "I know him. He represented me exactly 10 years ago against my ex-wife for this very thing". My lawyer said; "Why didn't you say anything?" Well, I didn't recognize who he was until he said his name! Isn't that a conflict of interest?! I was speaking loud enough that he would hear me as well. My lawyer said; "I know him. He's a good guy. We work well together. It'll be noted on the record". Nothing ever came about it and that lawyer stayed on. Nobody cared except me. My lawyer already had my money, what was the difference if I fired him at that point anyway? Once the judge returned to our case to be inconvenienced we got on another topic that I brought up that was short lived because the judge didn't seem to care. My son was getting caught stealing for theft in different stores. One store caught him in the act.

My argument was that whenever anything happens of significance I'm never told by an adult, my daughter spills the beans. He had gotten caught stealing a candy bar in a nearby Rite-Aid. The manager caught him. The number he gave, naturally, was grandma's. Not sure how but she got him out of that. Probably because she's a good bullshit/con-artist. So I said to the judge, if he didn't face any consequence because of that there's no telling what his limits are, if at all, he has living under grandma's law. The judge brushed me off and asked for grandma's side of the story. What did she say? That she did tell me and that it was just a  "stupid $.80 candy bar anyway". The judge moved on. No lie. The judge fucking ignored the stealing like it was nothing. I'd love to see other cases he's worked on. Then grandma pulled out a piece of paper that she just printed out that morning.

So now her argument against me was that I badmouth my ex-wife for the world to see it and how horribly it affected my son. It was a comment I wrote on Facebook on a friend's page. Presumably, grandma's niece saw it and told her, who then showed it to my son, who remember, already hated my guts anyway. The person was asking for a good divorce lawyer. I commented; "Go to so and so website. That's the one I used to divorce that scumbag ex of mine. I didn't even have to show up to court! He did all the work for $500". Grandma claimed that my son and daughter were so distraught over it that they cried their eyes out. Then the judge looked at me with a look on her face like Lexington Steele just shoved his foot long prick in her mouth; "How do you live with yourself? No wonder why he wants nothing to do with you! How dare you. You should be ashamed of yourself. I think you need to reevaluate things and start being a better father. Maybe you should be involved in their life more rather than calling their mother names on the internet". Not exactly verbatim but very, very, very close.

My lawyer sat there shaking his head, agreeing with me writing on Facebook. He wrote a message on his stupid little notebook and pushed it in front of me: "You look very bad right now". I pushed it away. The judge just kept staring at me as my eyes burnt an invisible hole in her face. She said; "Do you even have anything to say about that? Do you even deny it?" I knew all hope was gone and that it was almost over. The fact of the matter is, I had already lost. The judge had made up her mind. So I answered; "For what it's worth, my son and daughter would have never seen what I wrote if the adults sitting over there didn't show them. That said, I did write it and if given the chance I'd write it again. And I'm not apologize for it". Like she just bit into a lemon the judge said; "Unbelievable".

Now it was time for her to speak with the children. Obviously both children, under immense pressure from not only this woman who was a called a judge but also grandma. My son went in first. He was in and out. He dogged me and the judge bought into it. My daughter didn't dog me but wasn't sure where she wanted to live so she just said grandma. The judge bought into that part. However... it needs to be noted that before my daughter spoke with the judge, her grandmother was allowed to walk her to the bathroom. Not because she asked but because grandma was allowed to leave the court room and bring her to the bathroom. And just like that, that is how I believe she bullied my daughter into submission. And the piece of shit judge allowed it. She knew it. And didn't give two fucks.

For a moment after the judge spoke to both of my children there was a spark of hope. Between grandma, my son and my daughter, all three gave conflicting reports about how and where the mother was living and why she left. Grandma told the judge that she didn't get along with the boyfriend so she slept at boyfriend's house sporadically. My son said that his mother, during an argument got up and left and moved into boyfriend's house. My daughter told the judge that grandma told her to get out. The judge started reaming grandma and mommy about it but not for long. Then she turned her focus back on me. The father who needs to do a better job.

My heart broke when she started reading the custody order. I don't even remember the initial order but she asked me something, I don't remember what exactly, I was way too upset to comprehend and/or hear her. I interrupted her; "How do you think I feel? How should I react to this? It's absurd. I think if my children live there any longer", she tried talking over me but it didn't work, I kept on talking louder and louder; "they're going to be in a very bad place in life! They won't amount to anything because of HER. She's destroying their lives. That's what I think". The judge, with her stupid fucking frown said; "I don't care what you think. We'll play the name game some other day". BANG. Court was dismissed. And no... not once did my lawyer stand up for me as she fucked me because I have a dick. My lawyer tried to console me because he said; "Well we didn't lose. We have to come back in October. It's just an interim custody order, Mike". I didn't lose?? I'm leaving court without my fucking kids. I didn't lose. Fucking jackoff. In the waiting area as we waited for printouts of the court order. My son walked past me as if I was a stranger. My ex-wife pulled my daughter away from me as she cried. Remember back on another post (last paragraph)... about the first thing I thought. Jack the Ripper. Ted Bundy. My wife. My youngest child. True crime books. Jack the Ripper. Dennis Rader. Gary Ridgway.

I sat there signing my paperwork as grandma was fucking gloating. My lawyer was speaking to me but I didn't hear anything he said. I didn't hear anything anyone was saying. I just stared into a void and thought about serial killers I've read about and the switch that perhaps flicked on when they decided to go on a rampage. Not that I would kill them or anyone else but I just imagined her in one of the crime scene photos I've looked at while reading about these madmen. It's the best example of wishing the absolute worst on someone. I'll never forget that feeling. For the next six months I felt completely lifeless. Hopeless. Angry. Extreme anger. I wanted to smash somebody's face in with a crowbar. I had just witnessed what it was like to be fucked over by a dick hating judge and perjuring grandmother who exploits grandchildren for money. The judge ripped me to shreds because of her hidden agenda. Discrimination at its finest. 

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. 

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. 

Philadelphia Family Court: Where Having a Penis is Illegal

There should be a big dildo underneath this that says: "For Dads".

Here in Philadelphia, us fathers are given the shaft practically the moment we walk in door. Whether it's 34 South 11th Street or 27 South 11th or whatever other door they direct us to (they all lead to the same place: the 9th Circle of Hell). Whichever door we enter doesn't matter. We all get that look by the workers there. They don't even know our story nor do they care. We're passed through security like cattle while security frisks us and complain if our papers aren't out, unfolded and ready to be handed over. To them we're already dead-beat, pieces of shit who don't bother with our kids. Why? Well, it says so right on the paper. A male's name under defendant? Surefire sign of an absentee father. At least to them. And every single person you meet in court after feels the same exact way.

Right after we pass through security we're directed towards another checkpoint. This security guy directs you to left or right, like an instructor at a concentration camp, to go to whatever elevator and floor he says. Again, we know it doesn't make a difference which elevator is used. All three have access to the same floors. Exiting the elevator we're met with yet another security guard, only this time, he's old enough to be our grandfather. More orders. Down the hall and to the left. First room on the [Insert direction here]. From the moment we enter whichever room we're instructed to go to, we can automatically tell what the person is thinking. They're mostly women behind the desks processing your paperwork. I mention that not because I'm misogynistic but because I'm trying to paint a clear picture of how family court is and my personal 10+ years of experience involved in it, regardless of being the defendant or plaintiff. These women don't give two shits about anything involving fathers. They've heard and seen it all. Well... only the parts they wish to see. They're all yes men as far as I'm concerned. Maybe they don't want to get involved, who knows? Whatever the case, in my experience, you can hear a faint trace of smugness whenever they pass you a clipboard to fill out information they already fucking have access to.

This is every time. Every visit I've had with family court this is the process. Over and over again I'm asked to fill out paper work. What for? I did the first time. Well, things can change, so you do it over and over and over even though they usually already have the updated information. It's like being a part of George Orwell's 1984. Every day is exactly the same. May 19th was my most recent visit and obviously not my last and was no different than the description above. The visit was about my petition I filed to lower child support (details about the defendant will follow in subsequent posts, stay tuned;). It was a clerk. Though she may have been nice she's not there to help me despite the fact that I was the plaintiff on this petition. None of it was surprising as I've heard all of the sexist bullshit before. Her income is irrelevant (conveniently). Court never tells you why quite simply because they don't have a legit answer other than "because" to give us fathers. During these hearings with clerks, not only is the father's income all they worry about, clerks don't worry about mortgage, car payments, insurance, utilities, etc, etc... They couldn't care less. Again.... the answer here is just because. Well I'm here to give the real reason: We have dicks. Plain and simple.

There's nothing I hate more than hearing about the poor mothers in family court. Fuck all that. Philadelphia's family court system is strictly built to cater to mothers. Period. Don't listen to the bullshit you may hear about wearing a suit, mind your manners, save your receipts, write everything down in a journal, teacher recommendations, etc... That shit doesn't matter. Those things are the definition of non factor. Not once did any of those things help me in all my years of dealing with the incompetent, dick hating, pieces of shit in Philadelphia's family court. So I brought a school bag full of paperwork to give to this clerk to argue my case. "Oh, all I need are your pay stubs from for the past few weeks". Naturally. Then she says the routine line; "And you are aware that her income is irrelevant, yes?" Of course it is.

*click*click*click*

"Okay... according to our computers your support payments should be raised $***.00". I laugh. I'm thinking; "Go fuck yourself" but I tell her it's a joke and I refuse to pay this woman anymore than what is already stolen from me. I explain how my children are exploited, even though the clerk doesn't give a shit, and that I filed the petition to lower payments, not to break the bank. Then she reschedules for June 9th. "Is that okay?" Would it make a difference if I said no? Of course it's okay and I'll be there, just like every other time. On June 9th I'll return with all of my relevant financial information. Only this time, rather than a clerk, it'll be in front of a master. The court's fancy word for lawyer. Sounds much more official than clerk or lawyer. Master sounds almost as oppressive as judge, right (at least in the context I'm speaking of)? I'm expecting another Lexington Steele sized dildo rammed up my ass by this master. The routine should be cut down from all the paper work, story repeating and bullshit and simply have the security guards check to see if you have a penis. Then, he'll check the box on a piece of paper and tell you to take it to the third floor where the clerk, or master or judge can pre-judge you, based on gender, then send off your children with undesirables. Why? We're dads.


*I decided to start this blog to share my horrible, 10+ year experience (and counting) of trying to get custody of my two children (well one now, since the older one is brainwashed by his Nazi elder) in the Philadelphia Family Court system. I know I'm not the only one.