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Back in the old days when Dr. Pierce was still with us, I’d often have dreams about the National Council for Adoption. The real NCFA, not what passes for it today. One of my favorite dreams was about the NCFA porch sale where original birth certificates were neatly packaged in plastic envelopes like the kind old sheet music is sold in, stacked upright in cardboard boxes, and sold for 50 cents or a dollar each. In my dream the weather was overcast and drizzling. Several people were on the porch, including Bastard National Diana Inch, rifling damp-fingered through the cartons for their obcs. If the documents weren’t on the porch, they were probably in the foyer of the old Dupont Circle rowhouse. In my dream I wasn’t surprised that the obcs were there; only that it had never occurred to me to look there. Creator’s republishes old Ann Landers columns on Sundays. Yesterday an astounding column, originally published in 1999, made it back in print. The letter writer, Alison in Utica, New York, details the plight of the kicked-to-the-curb adoptee, not only rejected by her first mother and father when located, but even by a bio cousin. Unable to catch Continue Reading →

Congratulations, faithful readers! Due to your diligence, the National Council for Adoption is heading for an end-of-the-year nosedive. I received a follow-up e-beg letter today, (see here for original post on NCFA e-begging) informing me of NCFA’s still dire need. I won’t post the whole sad tale since I don’t want to depress you so shortly after Christmas. Here is the relevant part: Dear Marley, There’s still time to give to NCFA and help children find families through adoption! With your support, we’ve already raised over $20,000 towards our goal of $60,000. But in order to reach our goal, We need your help now more than ever! To those of you who have already given, thank you for your support Keep up the good work! Hold those purses and wallets close! Lock up your credit cards and checkbook! Don’t let NCFA get its hands on your hard-earned money. They already have your birth certificates. And remember: Friends don’t let friends give to NCFA (as if any of your friends would!)

The National Council for Adoption sent me an e-beg letter today. Can I help NCFA raise $60,000 by the end of the year? Tax deductible, of course! I wouldn’t mind this end-of-the-year shill so much (everybody does it), except for this claim: For thirty years the National Council For Adoption has been the authoritative voice for orphans around the world as well as U.S. infants and children waiting to be adopted out of foster care. Today the need to advocate is greater than ever. Consider that intercountry adoption has plunged 27% since last year, 123,000 children in foster care are waiting to be adopted, and the adoption tax credit–which makes adoption affordable–is scheduled to end next year. Something like this can only come from the under-30 crowd that predominates NCFA today who are either unaware of their company’s history or are intent on reinventing it. Ignorance is bliss. Those of us who have been around adoption deform longer than some of the current NCFAnoids have lived can tell you that until recently foster care lived on food stamps in NCFA’s basement. NCFA was formed specifically to keep bastards and their records separated by state fiat and push HWIs into the Continue Reading →

Bastardette wants to share the Christmas card she got from the National Council for Adoption the other day. Who ARE these people? We used to say don’t trust anybody over the age of 30. Most of NuNCFA is under 30. It almost gives me the creeps. Shouldn’t they be out organizing troops for Sarah Palin or auditioning for Fox News readers? Chuck and Rodney (both over 30) are the only ones we know amongst the happy Santas. BTW, NCFA missed a big photo op by not featuring Rodney, the Red Nosed PR Flack. I heard from a errant sugar plum mouse that Rodney likes it when I call him that. PS: I’d overnight some Krampus gear but New Jersey CARE got all of it.