Circus "dad"

That's what one looks like, second generation.  I don't know why I was so loathe to publish his picture before (I used Woody Harrelson instead), but here's the real deal, although this was three + years ago, shortly after he left, and his "engagement" picture.  I believe it was after his horseback riding on the beach in the Dominican Republic.  Those of you who were curious to see what he looked like in all his glory, and what he left me for, there you go.  What are they going to do to me?  Sue me?

* I had to change it back to Woody, I couldn't stand looking at tbj's face anymore.  It doesn't belong on my blog.

Today was kidsafe, in case you're wondering why I'm so upset.  I am not entirely sure how long the bureaucrats (an official who works by fixed routine without exercising intelligent judgment.  Don't ya love it?) are going to put my children through this hell, but I am so totally SICK of it, I can't possibly describe it adequately.

Next week is Jordan's birthday, the only time he is allowed to bring the kids presents.  I arrived with their usual lunchables, which he threw away.  He brought pizza and cake.  He brought engraved silver boxes with their names on them (There was one for Trinity as well, whose birthday was in April, and which he forgot) and heart-shaped necklaces with their initials, from Things Remembered, his usual shopping place for bribes.  There were gift cards from Gymboree and Build-a-Bear.  There were cards for much older girls which he signed "Love, daddy."

When the kids walked by Derek and I (who were parked at the side of the road early) they opened the car door and climbed in.  They were up the road at a park or something with the monitor and tbj.  The monitor made them go back inside for fifteen minutes, and when they came back out, she came up to my car with the gift bags they had left behind and told me I should take them.  "They're kids.  That's what I say.  You can buy them clothes.  People can change." 

Oh?  "I can't talk to you," I tell her.  "You'll write down what I say, misconstrue it, and Susan will use it against me in court."  Thomas Bothur has not paid a total of three years of child support.  He let the children's house foreclose, for unpaid court-ordered taxes.  He called foodstamps twice, recently, to try and what, make the kids starve?  That's sick.  He has six other children he completely ignores, as he did in court.  Anyone notice?  He can bribe a four-year-old with cake and pizza so the monitor can write how Dominic is warming up to him.  And Susan can then go to court and get him unsupervised visitation.  He has an agenda.  He's a sociopath.

Bureaucrat: an official who works by fixed routine without exercising intelligent judgment. (Dictionary.com)

Sociopath:  a person, as a psychopathic personality, whose behavior is antisocial and who lacks a sense of moral responsibility or social conscience. (bolding is mine)