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Docs: Mom tosses boiling water at cheating husband, hits young son

A Plainfield mom was charged after she allegedly tossed boiling water at her cheating husband, but missed and struck her young son with the scorching hot water.

Catherine Philippe and Junior Borelus were charged with neglect of a dependent resulting in serious bodily injury, a Level 5 Felony. Philippe was also charged with battery resulting in serious bodily injury, a Level 5 Felony.

Boy, you can just see and hear the chimping out. It gets better…

According to court documents, Philippe told authorities that she was in a domestic dispute with her husband. During the dispute, she reportedly attempted to throw a pot of boiling water on him but missed and hit her son.

Philippe told authorities that she didn’t see any injuries and did not take him to the hospital. After several days, his injuries had gotten worse, and she took him to the hospital.

During an interview with two older children, they told authorities that Philippe and Borelus were arguing over ice cream and a mistress that Borelus had. They also corroborated her statement that she attempted to throw a boiling pot of water on Borelus but missed and hit the boy.

The children did, however, say they immediately noticed the boys’ injuries, but that Philippe didn’t want to take the boy to the hospital because “she didn’t have much money” and was scared of being accused of having caused the injuries.

If you have ever had a child with a serious burn, it is pretty obvious because the kid will be in agony. According to the report the li’l 2G had “…severe burns on his back and left shoulder that continued down his left arm”. No way a badly burned 4 year old kid isn’t letting you know how much pain he is in. The other kids ratted her out which is really funny.

She should just claim she was depressed and that should get her plenty of TikTok sympathy. Come on, her man was cheating on her and even worse they were arguing about ice cream. We know how blacks are when it comes to food aggression.

All together now, the only thing worse for a black kid than growing up without a father in the home is growing up with a father in the home.

20 Comments

  1. Big Ruckus D

    Cliff Huxtable was busy slipping roofies in some chick’s drink, and was unavailable for comment. This is also an perfect example of “if momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!”

    I expect the hormonal defense may be attempted. You know how you make a hormone? You refuse to pay her. Ba dum tiss.

      • Big Ruckus D

        I get that. Part of me almost thinks he was setup for being a pain in the ass (in his very public criticism of contemporary black culture) to the establishment. But then I look at the counter arguments; he was a black man who became a huge celebrity in the 70’s and 80’s, when his fame, power and money gave him means, motive and opportunity to easily get into positions where he could “take advantage” of women. Not that the women weren’t throwing themselves at him, I’m sure he and plenty of groupies. And the public image he cultivated was almost too squeaky clean, enough so that it makes me suspicious of what he was doing behind the curtain, when the public wasn’t watching.

    • Big Ruckus D

      I didn’t “see the illusion” when it was in first run. But I was also in grade school when the show debuted, so my lack of awareness can be excused. I never watched the show anyway, and anytime I saw bits and pieces of it as an adult, it has been immediately apparent to me that it was a propaganda piece intended to skew our perceptions of splibtones.

      • Big Ruckus D

        Ha ha, all the more so when the jewish show runner (Norman Lear) fired the actor who played the father on Good Times during the hiatus between seasons, thus leaving the black family in the projects appropriately fatherless. And then it just morphed into a vehicle for Jimmy JJ Walker to yell “DYNOMITE” ever couple of minutes. Ah, the good old days when he had quality tv. /sarc

  2. KGB

    When I was 5 years old or so, my father’s piping hot cup of coffee was accidentally upset onto my forearm. I can still remember my screams of anguish, and 50 years later the small patch of affected skin is still mottled. But my parents had me in the ER within 10 minutes. Wypipo, amirite?

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