Each week, I look at the bank page where my blog resides and try to decide what stains will grace it. Mostly, this blog alternates between the development of the writer within me, the injustices orchestrated against fathers, and occasionally, recent events in my personal life.
This week all three managed to combine into a "
force majeure" event, a phrase normally associated with a contract where certain circumstances beyond their control make either party unable to fulfill their obligations.
Acts of God, natural disasters, civil war are the big three that most think of. Sometimes it can be the mental grind.
This week I had to take on the
State of California and the
Commonwealth of Australia as, once again, their errors which are compounded with automatic penalties, were once again identified as inaccurate. The State acknowledges that the error occurred, but claims it has no authority to correct it. At the same time, they report that they are legislated to act on a thirty (30) day response. The Commonwealth of Australia report that they have no recourse when payment is not made, but must continue to act until so resolved.
No one wants to take responsibility, but will proceed regardless rather than redress the error. Sounds like a poor parenting plan. And it is.
Having championed the cause, I have returned home to receive correspondence from my native country addressed to my daughter at her mother house. Apparently, her mother can receive payments for our daughter at that mailing address, but when a gift from me is sent to our daughter, it is marked "return to sender".
It was only in recent years that I found a name for the "force majeure" of my life. It's called
Parental Alienation. And it's taught by the evil mothers to our children, learned from their mother.
Wickedness, repeats history. As done to the mother of our children, so is now done to our children.