The more things change, the more they remain the same. That thought holds true in one of the most useless of many state agencies in Texas. When discussing useless state agencies, you could choose any state agency and you wouldn’t be wrong. In this instance I’m talking about Child Protective Services (CPS). CPS contracted with Dr. Timothy Kimball to provide counseling to children. He was arrested back in August for Indecency with a child, one of his patients. He was fired by CPS in October.

SAN ANTONIO – The president and CEO of Texas Psychological & Consultation Services, which specializes in counseling for adolescents, was arrested for indecency with a child by contact, court records obtained by KSAT Tuesday show.
https://www.ksat.com/news/local/2022/10/18/san-antonio-child-psychologist-arrested-for-indecency-with-a-child-records-show/

Kimball told police he has a “compulsion to his perversion” and has attempted to deal with it, the affidavit states.

Dr. Timothy Kimball

He was fired by CPS in October 2022, only after the story was published by the media. One would almost think the firing was triggered not because he diddled a patient under CPS supervision, but because CPS was ducking bad publicity.

Forty years ago, the Sheriff’s office in Hays County busted a married couple for trafficking in child pornography. Both were sent to prison. The wife received a lesser sentence that the husband. A friend of mine worked for CPS, at the time. She left the agency to raise a family. She knew the wife, about her arrest and sentence. Imagine her surprise when my friend returned to work at CPS to find the now convicted felon, wife, back at work at CPS.

About twenty years ago, while working undercover, I fell in with two idiots who were dealing cocaine. Based on five minutes conversation idiot number one loaded himself and his eighteen-month-old child into my car and off we went to buy cocaine. We pulled into a mobile home park and idiot number one asked for the money. Rule number one in dope dealing never front the money or dope. I refused. We were at loggerheads until the devoted father proposed that he would leave the kid as collateral. I agreed and the deal got done.

The next time I showed up to buy dope I was driving a Ford Crown Victoria, black wall tires, vinyl seats rubber floor mats and a spotlight mounted on the driver’s A pillar. Can you say police car? * The crook could and did. My reply was, “Yeah, ain’t it neat! I bought it at auction.” Idiot number one played with the spotlight while he called his connection, Idiot number two. Idiot number two agreed to deliver.

Idiot number one bragged about how slick idiot number two was. When Idiot number two drove to deliver dope, he took along his infant. He stashed the dope in the child’s diaper in the belief that the cops would never search there.

Idiot number two arrived did the deal with idiot number one who, in turn, delivered the cocaine to me. Tinkers, to Evers, to Chance. The bust team fell in on them and they went to jail.

I completed my reports and as I was making multiple copies, I figured what the hell. I made additional copies of my reports, attached a cover memo and sent it to CPS. I knew it was a useless gesture. Sure enough, dope dealing, using one’s child as collateral or as a mule in a dope deal is, according to CPS, not sufficient grounds for them to open an investigation.

I didn’t expect anything less.

• While planning the upcoming undercover purchase and buy bust the Deputy Commander and I were reminiscing about outrageous antics performed by an undercover in order to complete a transaction. He claimed, with some justification, to be the champion. Oh yeah? Hold my beer! When his back was turned, I grabbed that Crown Vic, and the rest is history.