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.