Dear Apathetic Bureaucrat at Child Protective Services – Thank you for informing me that tethering your six month old baby and his toddler brother into a bike carrier with some scraggly rope, then adorning said carrier with cardboard signs asking for money on MAX and around Pioneer Square, is NOT child abuse. Thank you for advocating for the lovely father as opposed to his helpless kids by giving him the benefit of the doubt and speculating that the ‘family’ just needed a little extra money. Thank you for telling me that there was nothing you could do without the name and address of the shirtless, spineless dad, who was oh-so-approachable whilst yelling at his giant ‘working’ junkyard dog. Yes, it was clearly a ‘working’ dog, as the dad dubbed it, not another abused creature being used to get money from strangers. It obviously had papers and was safe to bring around everyone else’s children on the MAX, merely adding to the pile of fleas already falling off the guys’ kids. I might be a privileged white bitch, who loves her kid enough not to pimp her sweet smile out for dough, but even the trashiest Greshamite on the train agreed this shit was a travesty. Fuck you for sitting on your fat, overpaid ass while two little kids’ lives are being ruined.

12 replies on “Dear Child Un-Protective Services”

  1. bummer lady. Serious social issues and the like are not really good fodder for this column. Keep it light ok?

    Its FRIDAY

  2. That does suck, but I’d rather see tubs tracking down kids who are actually being harmed… These kids are merely learning the ropes. So much worse shit happening to children out there.

  3. Eh if the worst you saw were some kids having their lives destroyed so their shirtless father can fund his meth habit I’d say you had a B+/A- MAX experience.

    I should close this comment out with my (trademarked) catch phrase.

    lol@Gresham.

  7. If you really care enough to do something beneficial, keep riding in hopes of seeing them again, follow them home, but just pass by. Next, go to the nearest churches in their neighborhood, volunteer, and put up some cash for a program of your design. With all that in place, meet the subjects at the Max stop and invite them to participate in your program at the church.

  10. “Follow them home” Dina? Just where do you suppose THAT might be? Probably a card board shack in a briar patch near the Freemont Bridge. Now if the bureaucrats get a load of something like that, then maybe they’ll take those snot nosed little street urchins and lock them up in an orphanage in Salem or some other remote location.

  11. If your plan is to take all the kids away from all the bad parents, I suggest making sure you’ve got some place large enough to put them all. Maybe Nebraska. Good luck convincing DHS to fix all that ails the human race. They’ve barely got the resources to help the ones that get locked in a closet for weeks after being beaten with a tire iron.

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