Tell me otherwise but to me, the holidays season is not the brightest or the smartest one. It must have to do with the Christmas carols that stores keep playing without interruption. In the Child Support Enforcement Unit, 151 West Broadway, New York City, stupidity is not in the air, but on the walls; right behind the representative I was seeing on Friday November 29. On a poster, written in big letters:
CHILD SUPPORT = LOVE
My first reaction was to think that these child-support folks do not have a clue about love. If as John Lennon said, “all we (children) need is love,” and love is child support, we are in a sad shape. But I said to myself: “beat it.” As one of the character of Laughable Loves (Milan Kundera) says, imagine you meet a madman who asserts that he is a fish and that we are all fish. Are you going to fight with him? Are you going to undress and show him that you do not have fins?”
The more I think about it, the more it sounds to me that the authors of this brilliant equation are either totally dumb or totally cynical. Some non-custodial fathers like myself do not see
their children. Sicko ex-wife the alienator, has made that impossible. Child support -love- is, in retarded New york State, a fixed percentage of the the non-custodial parent gross income. In my case, it is withdrawn from my paycheck. I do not even send a check to sicko ex-wife, who – I bet a year of child support- does not brag about “this love” with my girls. She is the only provider, of love, of everything, in town.
Bureaucratic institutions are always problem. At the very least, they should have the decency to stick with what they do: bureaucratic stuff.