How Child Support Agencies Really Work from an Insider

Guys,

This post was originally written by JayJet on the Happy Bachelor's Forum back in 2011. JayJet used to work in a child support agency. Though he wasn't an agent or collector (IIRC, he worked in IT), he has an insider's view which is invaluable; he knows how these agencies operate, think, and act. For men who are going their own way, this is MUST KNOW material! This is necessary to the MGTOW's survival, which is why I'm running it here as well as in my main blog, MarkyMark's Thoughts on Various Issues.

I meant to run this much sooner, but I never did. Though this was posted back in 2011, it's just as relevant today, if not more so. We live with Marriage 2.0, and women file for 70% to 80% of the divorces; that figure increases to 90% if she's college educated. This is a WARNING to you, Fellas! As Joshua, the computer, said in the 1983 hit movie, "Wargames", marriage is a strange game; the only winning move is not to play. Below is JayJet's post about child support agencies.

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Gentlemen,

I'd like to take a few moments of my time to share with you a perspective that you A)won't be entirely surprised by and B) might be beneficial to a few of you who sport rose-colored glasses.

My current employment is with a Child Support Agency in a large state. I've been working there for a few years and in that time have picked up on a few things. I was a caseworker for a very limited time until I was promoted to another position where I don't have direct contact with the public or access to their information. My message is not to share with you tales of woe(of which there are many) but to instead give you some insight into the culture of agencies such as ours. I hope that as a happy bachelor many or most of you can remain so without ever having to darken the door of these places. My experience is my own of course so what I say here may not be the same amongst all child support collection agencies.

Here's what I've learned:

1. Child support agencies are not instinctively anti-male. They are however INDIFFERENT to males. They are indifferent to your suffering, indifferent to your pain, indifferent to the costs or whether or not you got screwed in your divorce settlement. Your cupcake decided to go on welfare and she named you as the father. They don't care how you make your payments to HER or what she does with the money once she gets it.

2. Child support agencies have staff that is largely female. Mine is upwards of 85%. As a result, individual women who are there to answer your questions (customer service) will not be sympathetic and even if they are must follow strict policy/procedure for NCP's (Non Custodial Parent-i.e. YOU). Meaning your rape will likely continue until your ass bleeds out.

3. Management in CS agencies ARE true believers. This means that when it comes to policy they see themselves as guardians and enablers of the system. They don't care for your MRA/MGTOW bullshit. It means nothing to them. "Just pay it!" is the mantra. "You should have thought about that before you had kids!" is another. Management prides itself on learning new ideas and technologies to get your money faster and more efficiently.

4. CS agencies are ALWAYS looking for "deadbeats." Guys kill me when they talk about moving to another country to escape CS or start anew outside the anglo-sphere! Most men are to timid to pick up and move. Besides, CS agencies share information world-wide. All English speaking and most Spanish countries share information that when you're located you'll pay up. The list of countries that have cooperative agreements to find you grows every year. If you ghost to Crap-istan you best make sure that you live underground as a fugitive. Because if your caught/arrested or are in trouble with the law in a foreign country you have to pay still. As more countries become feminized your chances of escape grow dim by the day. You'll likely be considered a CS dodger and then have to explain yourself to the magistrate of the new country that you reside in.

4a. Time for an exercise. Let's say you're a tradesman (plumber, carpenter, etc). It's highly likely you'll belong to a union or professional organization. CS agencies will contact these organizations by sending out "tentacles" to look for you if you go underground. If you're found to be working utilizing your skill in any legitimate manner you'll be found and taken in.

5. "Sir, would you like to make that payment over the phone." Agencies are now taking credit cards and money transfers over the phone to expedite your "donation" to a needy family even if that "needy" family is your own! I cannot overstate it enough. There are dedicated and highly motivated people who spend their day looking for your "I'll to move to Asia, find a sweet Min-Mei and go ghost" ass. These folks are looking to get "kudos" and awards from their supervisors for finding you and they take it very seriously.

6. Because CS agencies are linked to family law courts they have the power to suspend your professional licenses, drivers license, passports and any other official documentation that affects your means to work or travel. Yes, they can throw you in jail if need be but I was told most agencies limit the use of that because they found that when your in jail, your not paying CS! Imagine that! Lottery, sweepstakes, casino winnings, are all fair game to bringing your support current or to catch up on your arrears. The IRS will get you, they'll put a lien on your home or other large assets. You've been warned.

7. CS agencies make money. A LOT OF MONEY. It's a business, after all. Their business is YOUR WALLET! You see, a certain percentage (2-5%) of your monthly support is collected as a administrative fee. Let's get real here. This amount is a finders fee that goes back to the government. You pay this as part of your monthly support to HER. In reality, that money goes to your states general coffers. Many U.S. states are experiencing budget woes. Threats, furloughs and layoffs abound in these tough economic times. However, many CS agencies feel safe because they make money for the cash-strapped state. They are in essence the golden goose except you're the one laying the golden egg!

7a. Ah, yes! Arrears. This is when you get behind or decide to go ghost to Crapistan. Don't let it happen. Why? Compounding interest that's why! Many men are still paying CS long after their kid is grown! There are additional penaltie$ for having your account fall into arrears that you'll be required to pay to bring your account current. You've been warned!

8. The bitch. Guess what? No one cares who that bitch is. CS agencies don't do background checks on her to verify if she's a lying, cheating, skank whore. They don't care that she poked a hole in your condom or she lied and told you she took her birth control pill. They also don't care that you married the bitch in the first place. They don't care that you came home after working 10-12 hours to find her sucking your best friends dick in front of your kids. They don't even care that she's abusive to your kids. They are indifferent. All they and the family court know is that you have a penis. Your penis is a weapon. Your penis "fired" in her vagina and now you will have to pay reparations for not stowing it properly with the safety on.

8a. They don't care if you get to see your kids, EVER.

9. Imputed income. Of all the injustices in the world this is as close to slavery as they come. Simple wealth redistribution. Imputed income is the amount of money that you POTENTIALLY earn. Did you get that?

9a. Exercise time. Imagine you're a happy bachelor, footloose and carefree. Your attending college or plan on starting a business selling widgets. Then you hook up with cupcake and get her pregnant. She decides to keep the baby(naturally, you have no say because your a man). She realizes your "potential" and so does the family court and CS agencies. They compute your child support payments/potential based upon future earnings realized or not! Many men cannot retire or save because their potential earnings were taken into account at the time CS began. This is slavery. Pure and simple. Nowhere in western society can someone take your salary based upon your POTENTIAL and figure your current payment schedule based on future earnings.

10. Most of you already know this stuff or are already experiencing it firsthand. I wrote this for the fellas as a warning. You won't get cut any slack. Since this is my last point let me share with you something else. In an earlier point, I spoke about the economic times that we currently find ourselves. It was told in my agency that some time ago there were dozens of NCP's (mostly, if not all men) who went back to the court to press for leniency or a reduction of their child support burden. These guys more than likely got their hours cut or were laid off. After making their appeal to the judge, they were able to get the leniency they asked for. Later it was found that there was a glitch with our agency that was letting these guys "get away with not paying." So the attorneys in our agency went to work to close the loophole. They found it was some kind of software that they were using that was "ineffective." It's this program that allows the judge to see certain details of the NCP's case. The judge reviews this file to ascertain whether or not to grant a reduction in CS. After making some adjustments it's come to light that as of now the number of guys receiving leniency has trickled to less than 5. Problem solved. So out of hundreds of NCP's in a major metro area wanting a reduction less than 5 got what they asked for in this last YEAR. Think about that and realize those folks can't do anything but continue to pay the system even as they starve. Indifference.

I see no real solution to this mess in our lifetime. Having children is a liability and I personally always wanted kids too. One of the last conversations I had with my late wife was about having children. We both conceded that rebuilding our marriage would never work. I told her that when she left me my dreams of having children died too. I was resolute in telling her that I would not remarry again and since I believe in marriage first, then kids, I won't have children either.

The reality is your children are never really yours. Ultimately, they become pawns for the state and the bitch they claim to serve.

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There's not much I can add to that. Have a good day...

Sussing Out Body Count

 Guys,

If anything belonged to the MGTOW Survival Guide, it's this post! I posted this on my regular blog, MarkyMark's Thoughts on Various Issues. As I did, it occured to me that this belongs here as well.

I left the below comment on a great YouTube channel, Real Girl World. RGW is by Hannah Jordan of Canada, and she's a FINE lady! She reminds us of what women can be; she shows us what women can and should aspire to. She's trying to warn modern women about what they're doing, and for that, she deserves our thanks; she's doing the Lord's work. She only has 229 subscribers, while it should be 2.29 MILLION! She's preaching a message that needs to be heard far and wide.

If you couldn't tell, I'm a fan of her channel. I've watched many of her videos. Four weeks ago, she posted a video entitled "Women Behaving Badly". In it, we have the now notorious "Hawk Tuah Girl", among others. In response to a guy's comment, I left the below comment in response to his. He said that he'd ask any woman he was dating about her body count, while I said that doing so may be a waste of time. I proceeded to tell him how I'd suss out a woman's body count if I were still dating. Below is my comment. I hope it helps someone.

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Dude, the thing is that, if you straight up ask for her body count, she's going to lie about it. Deep down, women know that a high body count is nothing to brag about; otherwise, they wouldn't be all shameful and bashful when asked about it. Then again, if you're careful and quick to observe her initial, unfiltered reaction, asking a direct question about body count may be useful; while you may not get an honest number, you may get an idea of whether or not the number is high, which is what you're looking for.

If I were dating and wanting to find out this information, there are three things I could do. One is to check out her friends. A second tack one can take is to hint at shameful stuff you may have done in the past. Finally, just listen to her carefully. I'll explain...

Who are her friends? What do they say? How do they say it? What do they talk about? How do they talk about things? Are they a bunch of 304s? If so, then so is your woman; after all, we become what our companions are, which is why they should be chosen with great care. That's a lesson I learned the hard way when I was a kid.

The second thing one could do if your past could be better is this: hint at some of those episodes you'd like to forget, and see what she does. In my case, I'm a US Navy vet; yes, I was a sailor as a young man. I wanted to see the world, and Uncle Sam's Navy offered me a way to do it. Anyway, there were times when, shall we say, I acted less than virtuously? There were things I did that I NEVER told my late mother! Let me put it that way. I almost always behaved myself, and I normally followed my WWII Navy vet Grandfather's advice: I normally headed in the opposite direction most of the guys headed. They'd go hit the bars in port, while I'd go sightseeing via the local trains or buses. I used to enjoy taking the train from Piazza Garibaldi in Naples, Italy to the Herculaneum ruins or the black sand beach at Sorrento. However, there were a couple of episodes on that Med cruise I'd rather forget, and I'll leave it at that. Sorry, I digress...

Anyway, if I were on a date, I'd ask a girl about her college days, especially if I suspected 304 conduct during said college days. If she hinted at wild sorority parties, frat mixers, etc., I'd say something like, "Well, when I was in my early 20s, I was a sailor in the Navy; if you can imagine a sailor boy doing something, I probably did it." I'd say it with a somewhat embarrassed tone, because I would be. You can embellish things here too. The key is to let her know you won't be judgemental, so she'll open up enough to give you a good glimpse of the truth. While she may not tell you everything, she may tell you enough to get a good picture of who she is, so you can decide whether or not to pursue a relationship with her.

Finally, just LISTEN UP! God gave us two ears and one mouth for a reason, and it's always good to be mindful of this. Again, this is a lesson I learned the hard way as a boy and a young man. Just sit there and listen to her talk. Listen to what she says, and how she says it. Ask good follow-up questions; make brief, pertinent comments; the key is to get her going and keep her going. As the old truism goes, women always tell on themselves. Give them long enough to talk, and they'll eventually tell on themselves.

For example, back in the dark days long before #MeToo, people could meet someone at work, and they often did. My brother and SIL met that way; he hired her at his company, BTW! This Labor Day Weekend, they'll celebrate their silver anniversary. There was a time you could meet someone at work, while not worrying about your career. Though I never got involved with someone at work, I was interested in a couple of women I worked with. You could quietly observe the person; you could watch and listen to her. Doing so helped me avoid a couple of train wrecks!

The same applies in school-at least it used to. In this post #MeToo era, if I were in college now, I don't know if I would date anyone from school. Anyway, in the past, if you went to school with someone, you could sit back, watch them, and learn about them.

In closing, directly asking a girl about her body count is a waste of time. NFW will she tell you the truth! In her heart of hearts, she knows a high body count is bad, so she'll play it down, lie about it, change the subject, etc. No, you must go into intelligence gathering mode, and learn as much as you can about her. On second thought, you could ask her directly, so as to catch her immediate reaction; that may give you an idea. What else can you do? One, look at who her friends are; if they're 304s, then so is she. Two, subtly encourage them to open up about their past; hint at possible seedy things you may have done to encourage her. Finally, LISTEN TO HER! If you allow women to talk long enough, they'll always tell on themselves. While you may never get an exact number, you'll get a good enough idea to make a decision about whether or not to get involved with her. Hope this helps...

My MGTOW Story

 Folks,

Below is a comment I left for a YouTube video. Since it was too good to forget, I saved it for posterity. My comment is below.

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Sir, as someone who was MGTOW before it had a name, I'll answer your question for you; I'll answer your objections and problems with MGTOW.

Many guys have seen friends, brothers, uncles, and/or fathers  who were falsely accused of SA or something. Many guys see the men they know go through a terrible divorce. Some, or maybe most, of these men were good guys, yet they got divorced for no good reason; i.e. they were "frivorced", or frivolously divorced. They rationally decided that, after what they'd seen men in their lives go through, that they don't want to go through it too.

Now, before I learned some lessons the hard way, I must say that, as a young man, I heard my share of horror stories. Back in my 20s, I had a CB radio in my car; many say that it was the original social media. Long before the Internet was a thing; long before social media existed; there was CB radio. Back in the mid 1970s and the 1980s, everyone, it seemed, had a CB either at home, in their car, or both.

I'd had one in my house when I was in high school. After I left home and joined the US Navy, I had one in my car. During local trips, weekend trips, and road trips home, I'd have it tuned to channel 19, which is where the truckers hang out. They swap info on traffic jams, where the cops were, etc. When none of that was going on, they'd talk about their lives and relationships. Even during the early-mid 1980s, I heard a TON OF DIVORCE HORROR STORIES! I heard countless truckers tell how their exes had taken them to the cleaners.

Back in those days, I also owned a classic, 1966 Chevy. When I was out and about, guys would often come up to me and talk to me about my car. The same thing happened on the CB; guys on the radio would see my car, and they'd want to talk to me about it. I had many nice conversations about my car; it helped me to get out of my shell, so to speak.

However, there was a common theme to many of these conversations; many of these conversations also dealt with the classic cars these guys had once owned. They'd tell me about the old Mustang, Camaro, Firebird, Challenger, etc. that they'd once owned. They then continued on to say that their wives didn't like their cars, and that their wives had made them get rid of them. I'd sometimes ask them why, but all they'd say is that, because I was single, I didn't understand.

Before I continue with how and why I started on my Red Pill journey, I told you all that to tell you this: as a young man, I knew enough to know that marriage was a huge decision; I knew that it could make or break me. Hence, I was cautious when it come to women, relationships, and marriage. However, I still had The Dream; I still believed the fantasy that, if I were careful and judicious, I could find my beloved; I could find my soul mate, and live happily ever after.

Now, it's time to get into my Red Pill journey; it's time to get into how I became MGTOW...

In my case, I was falsely accused of stalking and harassment. Now, to be fair, the gal I'd briefly dated had more red flags than a Communist parade, but I was falsely accused nonetheless. My case had two hearings: one for the restraining order, another for the criminal charges. Restraining orders are handled in family court, which also adjudicates divorces; criminal charges are heard in criminal court.

Family court was quite the EYE OPENER! I and my psychobitch were there all day, so I got to see a lot of cases ahead of ours. That black robed SOB favored the women ALL DAY LONG! I'll furnish one example. During the middle of the day, a divorcing couple's case came up. Part of it had involved a heated argument between the husband and wife. He threatened to burn the house down, while she pulled out a knife and threatened to kill him. Their children testified, and they corroborated all this; that is to say that these were incontrovertible facts. That black robed SOB admonished the husband for making terroristic threats, while saying nothing at all to the wife; he gave the wife a pass.

Why is that significant? One, the only certainty with arson is property damage; when the fire goes out, something will be destroyed. Depending on when the fire is lit, people may or may not be in the building; they may or may not be killed as a result of the fire. What we can be certain of is that, in this couple's case, the house would be damaged and/or destroyed. OTOH, the woman not only threatened to kill the husband; she pulled out a knife! She made the threat to kill him, and then she proceeded to brandish a weapon. Isn't the mere act of brandishing a lethal weapon a crime in many jurisdictions? Anyway, the judge gave her a pass, yet he chided the husband for making terroristic threats. That gives you an idea of the bias in family courts.

At the end of that day, my case finally came up; it was the last one of the day. My psychobitch proceeded to LIE HER ASS OFF; she lied about everything! She accused me of following her, driving by her house, etc. The truth of the matter is that she'd been doing all this to me; in fact, I caught her leaving my neighborhood one night. She followed me home from work. She did a lot of stuff. Years later, my neighbors told me that they'd seen a car identical to hers driving down our street. I wish I'd known this when my case was going on, but who knows if it would've made a difference?

What I was living through was like something out of the late 1980s movie, "Fatal Attraction"! I was truly worried that, at one point, I might find one of my cats in a pot of boiling water. Those who've seen the movie will understand the allusion immediately. Unfortunately, I never had fun with this woman; in fact, she'd rejected me. If we'd been intimate and she'd been a woman scorned, I could've understood my situation-at least to a point. However, she'd blown me off, which made her actions curious. Why do all this if you'd told me that you weren't interested? As I said, she was crazy.

So, you may be asking the logical question: WHY did I ever get involved with this woman in the first place? Because she was breathtakingly beautiful, that's why. How beautiful, you may ask? Let me put it this way: she looked like Carmen Elektra with a fair complexion. Need I say more?

Oh and BTW, those neighbors I just mentioned? One of their sons had been my age; we'd played together as kids. They told me that he'd gotten involved with a crazy woman as I had. Things for him had gotten so bad that he ended up taking his own life. After what I'd been through, I understand it. Why? Because I contemplated doing the same. Thankfully, I was too chicken to actually do it. Also, I didn't want to answer to God for taking my life, something that's only under His purview, and no one else's. That said, I totally get why Vic (not his real name) took his life.

Thankfully, for my criminal case, I had a scrupulously fair judge. Psychobitch didn't show up to the first hearing, so we had to go back again later. BTW, to give you an idea how SICK this woman was, she pulled in RIGHT BEHIND our car as we were leaving the hearing! I recognized the license plate. She tried to lie to the court clerk, saying that her notice had said 11, not 10, AM. The court clerk knew she was lying, but I still had to go back. She didn't show the second time either, so my criminal charges were dismissed with prejudice; that meant that they were dismissed for good.

After all of this went down, I went to work in the corporate world. I broke in working for temp agencies. That allowed me to see what the jobs were like, learn new skills, enhance old ones, and get paid for it. At one long term assignment at a client whose name you'd recognize, an old, post wall woman there didn't like me. To make a long story short, she falsely accused me of something, and she got me out. The company was about to offer me a job; that offer was withdrawn, obviously. However, the guy in charge liked my work, so he didn't say anything to my agency; he simply said my assignment had ended. Besides, the assignment had gone on months longer than expected, so that was that. A short time later, the agency got me another job with another big client who's a household name; I did well, was hired, and stayed there for a couple of years.

The thing is, Nate, that I'm not the only guy to whom this has happened. My story could be and has been repeated millions of times. Thankfully, most of us dodged bullets; most of us, even if we were arrested and charged, are no longer in jail. We got good scares; we saw enough to know that our lives could've been permanently ruined, which gave us pause. Thanks to the Internet and the Manosphere, we men can now swap stories about our experiences. It's amazing how SIMILAR they all are! It's amazing how many common threads these stories share. Anyway, many guys, including the younger guys, decide that, when it comes to women, relationships, and marriage, that the rewards aren't worth the risks. After a few nuclear rejections, bad relationships, and some false accusations, many guys, including the younger guys, decide enough's enough; they decide that, out of the two bad options, that one is worse than the other. They logically conclude that it's better, safer, quieter, and more peaceful to remain alone than it is to pursue a woman.

Finally, let me say this: I had my passport; I was a passport bro before that was a thing too. To make a long story short, I met a gal from Peru. I made numerous visits there, and I had every intention of marrying her and living the rest of my days there. I had more friends down there than I have up here, okay? Before pulling the trigger though, I lived with her for a few months; I did a long trial run to be sure. After all, moving down there would've entailed selling my house and everything I owned up here; that's a big deal. Anyway, to make a long story short, I'll just say that I saw things about my (now ex) GF's personality that I couldn't live with. I ended the relationship when I returned to the US August of 2018. I got a great cat out of the deal, so I have something positive to show for it. At my age (62 and early retired), I simply want to live whatever days I have left in peace and quiet. I'm not going to try again. As long as I outlive my cats, I don't care. The world's gone crazy, and I no longer have the desire to stay here. As Bob Grant used to say, it's sick and getting SICKER! How true it is...