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.

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. 

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.

"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... 

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.