Dead beat parents

I have had my fair share of dealing with dead beat parents, my mother is one, my son's father is another, and I have watched friends deal with the dead beat dad's of their own children. Few and far between I have met mother's who are dead beats in the worst form. Over the last few years of living in Alabama, I have become friends with my polar opposite in every way. I smoke, I enjoy having a few beers,I am not a fan of church. She considers hell and damn cuss words, I think I may have once seen her take a sip of an alcoholic drink and I think if she were to ever see me smoking she would assume I were on fire and douse me with water. She is one of the best friends I have ever had in my life. Over the last year, I have watched her take in not one but three beautiful little girls because their parent's were neglecting them horribly and as it turns out from the drug tests, abusing drugs. It's a sad situation, yet over the last 8 months I have watched these beautiful children do a complete 180 and turn into respectful, sweet loving children, and at times I have watched them laugh in the sheer joy at just being able to be "normal" children who aren't being fed their daily meal of potato chips and juice off the floor. I have also seen their parents completely put themselves first, have no regard for the children, they do not help support them yet are always out at clubs or bars or are in constant possession of their favorite cigarettes or beer. I have watched as the "mother" and yes I use this term loosely has harassed and berated and threatened every member of my friends family, I have been called to go out and help someone she has been throwing bottles of urine at who has NOTHING to do with the children but she is a relative of my friend and smaller so she is an easy  target. I have watched as the police have been called repeatedly to visitations because the "mother" shows out. I have watched her cancel visitations with no cause other then she couldn't get up after a night of partying. I have watched the father go weeks without needing or wanting to see these beautiful little girls because he has a girl friend who has 3 kids of her own. I have watched my friend agonize of the crap that gets thrown at her, I have watched her physically manifest symptoms of stress and dread the once a week 3 hours that she has to sit and supervise these visits. I have watched her take the oldest child at the age of 2 and a half, get her top 4 front teeth removed because her parents couldn't be bothered to take care of them properly and they were rotted. I have watched as the "mother"  of these children has had run in after run in with the police and nothing seems to stick, from stolen vehicles to drugs. I have watched her intimidate and steal from people only to have no one and I mean NO ONE stand up to her. I have watched this woman at visitation ignore her two youngest children and dote on the oldest because that is the one she wants. I have watched as these children have fallen into the calm of normalcy and go from crying all of the time to not at all when they leave visitation. I have  watched myself as I have fallen in love with each of them in turn. I have kept them over night and braided there hair like I do my own daughters. I have struggled to keep myself from saying all of the things I want to, to this woman. I have held her children as they have cried. I have bathed them, dressed them and cared for them. And all of this pales greatly in comparison to what my friend has given them. They have a bedroom with real beds, toys,shoes,clothes, love, happiness and above all a home with her. After yesterday's visit, where this woman walked up hell bent to cause trouble I have watched my friend struggle with the heaviest of hearts as to what to do next. Court is fast approaching because the "mother" has decided that she is no longer going to the doctor for drugs she should get her kids back. She has no job,no stable place to live, no license, no means to support them,parties all of the time and thinks she could do a better job. When does it stop. How can she be allowed to keep disrupting their lives and the lives of those caring for these children? How many times can she fail a drug test? Be caught up in drug parties and stolen vehicles? Before she is cut out for good? I am angry. I am angry she has been able to do this for so long and not have any repercussions.   At what point is it too much? At what point do we hold people accountable for their actions and for the good of the children say ENOUGH?? Sorry I had to vent, I just can't figure this out. Here's to hoping there is a better outcome in court!