Step right up, folks! Except… you can’t. Because unless you’re on the “approved followers” list, you’re not invited into the velvet-rope VIP section of Dr. DARVO’s Dad of the Year production.

Behind the curtain?
A few grainy photos of “good times with the boys.” A pepper half-eaten here, a blurry smile there. To his hand-picked fan club, it’s heartwarming. To everyone else, it’s like trying to review a restaurant based only on the appetizer menu.

But let’s peel back the privacy settings, shall we?

• When Liam eats a bell pepper at Dad’s? 🫑 Mark posts it like it’s breaking medical news.
  When Liam actually receives clinical treatment, gains weight, and regains his growth curve at Kartini? Crickets. Silence. Maybe a meme about Big Pharma instead.
• When the boys have “fun with Dad”? 🎉 Translation: sitting next to him while his mystery buddy screams “F** Joe Biden!”* at a 12-year-old’s basketball game. Dad’s role? Filming it like it’s a Netflix comedy special.
• When Mark posts about his “privacy”? 🔒 What he really means is: “I only want the people who clap on cue and never ask where the child support, contempt filings, or medical sabotage fit into the scrapbook.”

It’s the DARVO paradox:
Publicly, he plays Saint Dad. Privately, he’s been caught undermining doctors, gaslighting coaches, and teaching his son that soy milk can change your sexuality. But don’t worry—he’s got the bell pepper footage to prove it’s all fine.

So yes, to his inner circle, Mark looks like a glowing father figure.
To anyone who’s read the receipts?
He looks like a guy trying to pass off a stolen baseball cap as a crown.