By SheelaR

If you know me, you know how much I love children. The one thing I can’t stand is an abusive parent, whether mentally or physically. I also find it difficult to watch people ignore the needs of their children while attending to their own. I’m talking about you, Tashanique Jobe, aka Big Zim, and Tailan Jobe 

I’ve seen many terrible mothers, but you are by far the worst. I can’t even ignore my pets for as long as I’ve watched you ignore your screaming children. It’s disturbing to watch in real time. You have no shame, no dignity, and no decorum, as evidenced by your unapologetic relationship with your half-brother, which, by the way, explains a lot. I watched you beg well into the night for money to buy your child a birthday cake, for which you were unsuccessful. How shameful; her birthday falls on the same date every year. Days later, you begged for a seafood boil for your own birthday, where you fared better. How sad. What makes that even sadder is that you only shared a potato and a piece of shrimp with your children. In between these two events, you were up well past midnight, trying to order pizza for your children because you had no groceries. Where are your priorities?

Anytime anyone suggests that you or your willfully unemployed mate look for gainful employment, you’re more than happy to rail against it; you love to say how 9-to-5 jobs should no longer be the goal for anyone, especially yourself. Mind you, this nonsense comes while you sit at home birthing babies every year for the last seven years while relying on the government and various other social programs. Being fertile and birthing children you can’t feed isn’t a flex; it’s shameful and sad. Purposely perpetuating generational poverty should never be the goal.

What’s even more unfortunate is the people who support your sad, twisted thinking and lifestyle. You live in a house with five and a half children with no furniture, most notably no beds or mattresses for the children, and no stove. We have seen them sit on the floor to eat while you beg for anywhere between $25-400 a day for things that are clearly not benefiting your children. Especially when you sit staring at your phone all day; that tells us you’re not preparing meals.

Begging for pizza at midnight when your children should be in bed doesn’t count as you being a responsible, attentive mother. You must do better. Let’s be clear, I’m not talking about your innocent babies; I’m talking about you and your partner in crime (baby daddy-brother), literally and figuratively. This is about your parenting, or lack thereof. Social media has made the two of you lazy and entitled. If you love your children, set a better example for them. Right now, all they know is a life of watching you yell, cry, and beg into your phone while their daddy sits and plays video games all day. I will, however, give him credit for cooking an occasional meal and that one time he mopped the floor.

Just do better!

Signed, The Internet