The Crumbly's Case is Crumbling...Could it be prostitution?

You know when I heard today that the Crumbley’s case was in review I thought prostitution was the reason. Mrs. Crumbley has been in jail too long not to know what’s going on. She also is a prize. I mean who wouldn’t want to have sex with the mother of Ethan Crumbley and have her give them oral sex in the clinic. When I heard she was having affairs on her husband, I knew the situation would get interesting, because she would do anything for that kid. He has plead guilty to all charges. Something only a mother could get her child to do. That place where he was housed is in the same clinic where the women prostitute. There is no doubt in my mind they she told her son to plead guilty, and they would get his parents off. Those deputies are money hungry, but they are also supremist and Ethan killed three White kids and let the Black kids stay home. I remember a Black kid on Channel Seven telling the reporter they were told not to come to school that day. That means that not only did Ethan like Black people, but that he had a kinship to him that he didn’t have for the White kids he attended school with. Ethan Crumbley was being housed with his mother in a whorehouse and now that whole thing is coming to an end. Colleen O’Brien, the same woman that railroaded me into prison, now is on the court of appeals, and was put there by Rick Synder who is responsible for thousands of little Black kids being infected with lead. You must understand to that she is a pimping judge that let many young women go for their participation in prostitution in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). You might say she’s only one judge, but we know they work on favors and who knows how many others like her are there. I know there were women in orison who saw action from the court of appeals. This is going to be a hard thing for me to watch, because if they let them go, I know there was some mess in the game. Those people will be walking free after running and hiding, because they knew they did something wrong. https://www.instagram.com/p/COOqf1cHZvNcXTixd35ed-hsXfANowx2v-xXzc0/

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems: The Rise and Fall of Deirdre Waterman

In September of 2020, I was on Facebook and this guy posted that the City had jobs that was payin $15 an hour. I was unemployed and needed work. I got up on the next Monday to get one of those jobs. It was a chore. I had to walk the streets of Pontiac and knock on doors to ask if people had filled out their Census form and sent it in. The Mayor, Dierdre Waterman had a campaign to make sure Pontiac was counted. She wanted to make sure that we got our share of State and Federal funds that made it possible for Pontiac to grow. It seems that she was making sure that she got her fair share, too. My boss was a man named Ben. He was a thief and laced his pockets with city money. His girlfriend was having a baby, and he was using the city's insurance. He was living the good life, while insuring his nose was happy and content. He wasn't running the canvassing thing right, and was letting the workers write fake information proof that they had knocked on doors. They would lose me, walk a few streets making fake addresses up, go back to City Hall, turn in their contrived proof and get paid for the entire day. After a while of this, the Mayor made me the Lead. It became my job to watch Ben. He was something else to watch, and was milking the City out of thousands of dollars. My workers hated me and loved Ben. He let them get paid for doing nothing. I was happy when they finally ended the Census, because I was almost left to work days with the Mayors lapdog, Dewayne. Ben spent his days doing nothing and getting paid. It would up to Dewayne to hold his feet to the fire, but he never did do anything to Ben and now I know why. I hear from the streets that Waterman was stealing and money is missing from the coffers. I had made her life easy. The then Mayor wanted me on her side. I had been writing scathing blogs about her opposition. Mainly people on City Council who didn't like her. I believed in our Mayor and didn't believe she would steal a dime of our money. But once the Census had ended, She called me back to work the COVID screening station at City Hall. That's where I saw the most damning mess at City Hall. Ben had left, and was off at Blue Cross stealing their money. He's been on several international trips, since leaving the City. He also threw a spectacular wedding in Florida last year, and spared no expense. The way his nose needs powder, there is no way he's doing all this traveling without stealing. He's "gancking" Blue Cross just like he got the City of Pontiac. The Human Resource Director was shuffling old employees around to keep Ben in insurance. She finally had to call one of the Mayor's flunkies and cut her off completely to keep Ben in insurance and his girlfriend in tests and treatments. When the Governor called for another shutdown she fired me. I wasn't laid off like everyone else. I was let go. She was told by the crooked police that I was connected to the right kind of people who would put a stop to her stealing, and even throw her in jail. Now, I hear the Mayor was stealing! I am so disappointed and frankly humiliated. I believed in her. I thought she was fit and honest. All the stuff I witnessed at City Hall, I thought she was a victim. I thought that she was being duped by the people closest to her, but she was in on it the entire time. They say it comes from the head down. She was my hero. I believed that she was keeping all the money safely secure for the people of the City, but she was keeping it for herself. I am so hurt, but it happens to the best of us. We put our trust and loyalty into someone who isn't worthy. She came into my place of employment a few weeks back. She looked at me funny. She wanted to know if I knew. Dewayne had come in, too. He wore shades and his signature, too long suit. Both of them are guilty. They took me out one day and I spent the entire day with them and some pretty big political heavy weights. I felt important and redeemed, but it was all a farce. They were stealing the whole time and I was the biggest fool for being involved in a day, a minute or an hour. Dewayne had a woman in City Hall and trying to put notches on his belt using city money. She always seemed to be concieted and arrogant. Throwing big parties so she could be the center of attention. It seems she needed to have money to reign as a self-realized queen. I just hope she survives...

Alice Don't Live Here No More

You must know Alice to appreciate what I'm about to say. I had seen her a few years ago walking and had given her a ride. I have known Alice for years. We attended Jefferson Jr. High and Pontiac Central at the same time. She is a year younger than I am, and graduated in 1989, if she graduated. I'm not sure, but she and my cousin were good friends. I went years without seeing Alice, until one of my visits to Oakland County Jail on my first case. I have had three. Alice had turned into a mother. She was setting women up with other women when I got there. She had got to keep her fake hair in, just like she has been allowed to keep her wig in the photo above. Alice is an Oakland County Whore, and she just killed a man with two guys and tossed his body near Terry Lake. This is the second time an OCJ has killed someone. Remember Tucker Cipriano who was released and went on to kill his brother and mother. Michael Bouchard is appalled by the death and how people have a total disregard for life. It's his deputies who have the problem, and not society. They are letting dangerous people out of jail in exchange for prostitution. Bouchard is on television talking about how pitiful the crime rate has gotten. His deputies keep letting them go to make a dollar. This hike in crime is all his fault for the most part. These people have been in OCJ and have been let go to wreak havoc on society who is at risk from this behavior. Alice was once a nice girl. She lived over on the Southside. But drugs ruined her. She got in too deep. After we exchanged numbers that day, she began to call me. She needed money to pay for her room at Extended Stay, where she was living with her daughter and grandchildren. She had lost her last home and was homeless. I explained that I didn't have much money but took her up $10 to help on the bill. I can't help but believe I dodged a bullet and I'm lucky to be alive, today. She kept calling me asking me for things. I always got out of going somehow and now think it was only God that got me away from her. She used to try and contact me through Facebook. I had to block her. She was relentless when she thought she had an easy mark. I was not easy. She called me to take her to the grocery store at midnight to buy groceries. She is persuasive to say the least. I almost stayed up to take her to the store. It was maddening her power. Now, she may go on trial for murder. I say “may”, because I’ve seen murderers go free in Oakland County with six years in the nut house. Alice having made them a lot of money, may get off. Stay tuned…

Patricia

I met Patricia in September 1991. I had just turned 21-years old. She was so serious and was not having any of my mess, and I tried to give it to me. She didn't appreciate it an told me just that, and ofcourse we became fast friends. I found out her boyfriend was an aquaintance named Paul McDougal. He was working for Budweiser at the time, and I had known his bestfriend for a little while, and that's how we had met. He was a nice guy, so I thought, until she showed up on my doorstep at one in the morning. She had walked to my house from their apartment about three miles away. I spoke to him the next day and he reassured me that they would work it out and that Patricia was just being silly and dealing with their twins and her son all day was causing her to have some kind of mental breakdown, but they would work through it. I was satified and he picked her up and I thought the situation was over. One day while we were talking and I was telling her how ungrateful she was, she finally confessed that Paul beat her. She's Puerto Rican and has long flowing hair that she cut off, because he used it to beat her. She said that every time she tried to run away, he would grab her hair and wrap his hands around it and beat her in the face. She was so beuatiful that it broke my heart. She told me that when we met that he would have beaten her, but she would cover the bruises with make-up. < < My mother would alwys say, "There is something wrong with that girl!" She was really doing bad. She said the first time he beat her she was four months pregnant with their twin boys. She knew she was having twins at two months. She had her first ultrasound and had two little peas on the screen. She placed the ultrsound picture on the refridgerator when she had moved in. We went on as friends, we were still working at the clothing store I met her at in Bloomfield Hills. I never saw any bruises or anything, and could dismiss her confession. But then she got his passwards to his work voicemail. She would check it and after a while she would have me check it. Paul was seeing about three other women. He went to different bars in Oakland County selling taps. He would meet women at those bars and start relationships with them. He would also take the "Bud Girls" out at night and had quite the night life, while she stayed home with the kids. He was a piece of work and would tell her he was at OU studying for his test. The test was the civil service exam for the Pontiac Police Deparment. She didn't tell me he was getting a job with the police until he made his last stand. I had told her not to confront him about the woman in Southfield TGIF. I told him that he would blame her, because she was his escape from her and the kids. She didn't believe me and she confronted him one day and he beat her. < < He beat her in the face so bad that her entire face was red. By the time I saw it, it was pink. He had bruised her arms so bad that they were black and purple. She had raised her shirt and I saw her back. He had kicked her with his shoes on. She had these triangles on her back from the tips of his shoes and their impact on her back. I couldn't believe a man would do such a thing to a woman that he loved. Obviously, he didn't love her. He used her as a punching bag, and didn't even like her. She said that one night they were having rough sex and her son came banging on the door screaming, "What are you doing to my Mommy!!!" He was very awar that he was abusing her and once even tried to help her. When she finally left after that last beating he asked to take him. She had given him their two children, because she was so broken. Paul and his family always tried to make Patricia seem like a horrible person. Once his cousin told me, "Paul would never let her raise those kids!" I looked at her like she was crazy. He was never home. I think I was there more than he was in their waken hours. The most time he spent at home was when he slept. So, in reality, she was raising them. < < I regret her choice, because she told him she had showed me! In 2002, he brought me up on a bogus stalking charge. I spent four years in prison because of it. You can't say how, because how do women get off of murder by prostituting in jail. This is all true. My book is also true. It is on Amazon, read it Jell: A True Story

Lisa Y.

Lisa is a Chinese-American I met while in the Oakland County Jail. She would end up there when she didn't show up for her court ordered, monthly shot. You see, Lisa is bipolar. She would often get arrested while in a manic phase of her illness. She told me several stories about her antics in Lake Orion. One time, she stopped her car in the middle of the road and refused to move, until her then boyfriend got out. She was a complete mess. She even harassed an old woman one night she was in a manic fit. It was too much for Lake Orion to take and a judge ordered her to get a shot that she couldn't stop taking and/or forget to take. If she didn't show for her appointment, the Lake Orion Police would show up at her door and take her to jail to get it.

The only thing I didn't understand at the time is why they brought her to OCJ and not to the outpatient clinic where she got her shot. Why did she have to be arrested and put in jail evry time she missed her shot. After I figured out the deputies were selling inmates, I understood why. People in a manic phase of their illness have a hyper sexdrive, too. So Lisa came to OCJ very horny. Once she asked me what I did for sex in my cell, since I was alone. I explained that I didn't do anything. She straddled her seat at her desk, cupped her breast and showed me how she satisfied herself. I laughed, but now I think it's sad.

Lisa had been a freshman at the University of Michigan when her illness took hold of her life. The women she lived with saw that she was a bit strange and started complaining about her behavior, until her brother had to come get her. She says that it was due to her being outgoing, something that is not expected of a Chinese person in society. She said she just didn't fit the norm. Lisa is very smart. I almost believed her, until the day she had a full blown psychotic break through the night. I went to her cell to talk and saw a whole other person from the one she was the day before. She began to yell at me and lose control. I was so shocked and couldn't believe her demeanor and actions could change so quickly, but they had. I asked her in a calm tone, "Are you alright?" She spit at me and it landed on the glass. She screamed at me in a vicious manner said, "Get away from me you Nigger!" I backed away and went to sit on the couch to watch television. I had never seen such a dramatic change in a person before.

She spent a lot of her life in mental institutions in Southeast Michigan. She had told me that all the rumors about the State Hospital Clinton Valley were true. The rumors about the staff having sex with patients and the tunnels beneath the hospital, where all this was suppose to take place were not a myth. It was all true and she had taken part in the mahiem. as a young woman. Lisa was about 40-years old when we met in OCJ. She had been in the system being sexually abused for over 20 years. She would swear it wasn't abuse and something she wanted to do, but she didn't realize those people had an obligation to look after her well-being and not use her for their own sexual needs. Now, she was being used at the Oakland County Jail. She was having sex for Hungry Howie's bread sticks that were said to be the best.

She was always placed in the three main spots for prostitution. That was cell 1, 6 and 8. She never went upstairs to live, because they always wanted access to her. She was very beautiful and resembled a doll. She was really nasty however, and had created a tough exterior in order to survive her adventures in jail and whatever else she had been through in the years since her diagnosis. I came to realize through my own journeys that the mentally ill in Michigan were nothing but chattle to be used at the whime of those in charge of them. People like Lisa are left to muttle through a life filled with abuse and little reward. The sad part is they don't even know or understand. Lisa would often stand in her door and sing, "Ah, me so horny! Me love you long time!" It would be funny, but she couldn't sign. But she knew her worth in the jail. She was a man's fantasy from Full Metal Jacketand the Too Live Crew's hit song. And that's why the Lake Orion Police brought her to jail and didn't take her to the out-patient clinic. Sex...

Murderers are Freed in OCJ

I was going to save these words until time had gone by. A young man in Oxford killed four of his classmates. He took his gun to school and made what I call cries for help. From his pictures and words, he wanted to let someone know that the unctions were too much for him. He needed help in the worst way. I believe he suffers from schzophrenia. I know a woman that suffered from it. The voices were so loud that she drove her three year old son to the lake and threw him in. He could not swim at three and drowned. She is serving a 25 year sentence in the women's facility that is Huron Valley. She's a dear friend of mine and we would cook together on occassion while I was there. She told me about it. How the voices were so loud and compelling she believed it was something she needed to do. Mental Illness is serious and not something that you throw on someone, because they refuse to smoke crack and have sex with the same sex. Mental Illness is an American crisis. So you know I was upset when I saw Michael Bouchard leading the charge. This man has been the leader of a whorehouse for over 25 years in the making. He wasn't there for all of it, but he has been there for the most of it. Mentally ill imates are sold more than the so-called normal ones. Where will this child go and get help? The Forensic Center where he will go for his exam is also guilty of sex crimes against the mentally ill. Even making place for the sane that agree to prostitute to get out of Murder charges. Michigan is a cess pool of crimes against the week, and I pray that laq enforcement doesn't allow these people to get away and commit a worse crime on the people of Oxford. I watched Bouchard stand up and tell children that he will find them and prosecute them to the fullest extent of the law. Who is going to find him and his deputies and lock them up for running the racket they do out of the jail's clinic? I'm amazed at his gall. His absolute gall of acting like a noble leader when his army is running their own criminal enterprise out of the Oakland County Jail. I had to write this, because somebody has to know. There is a great possibility that the Crumbley's can be let go. Because they not only sell women, they sell men, too! We lose track of these cases after a while, and judges are able to do whatever they want. Judges have absolute power and those deputies have a fair amount of them on their "pimp team". If they can help their family they are liable to do anything. Deputies could get a better price for them, they've been all on the news. People have to never forget this tragedy, because they look forward to it and will sell those people at a premium. I know that the people of Oxford are hurting. It has been a hard week. To see Tate Myre's mother face at the Michigan game was telling. She is hurting somewhere deep that only a mother could know. I am a teller of what I know is truth. What I have witnessed with my own eyes. This Oakland County Jail thing is real. There is a great chance that these people will go free if it's not told. They have ruined countless lives and taken away freedoms of people who deserve it, and given it to people that don't. The truth is scary, and Michael Bouchard knows it. He can't take this tragedy and make it a chance for him to shine. He is responsible for some of the greatest travesties of law enforcement. That includes murderers.

This has shown me that we need to hold Bouchard and his pimps accountable. No one is able to win when the people responsible don't get their day in court, but instead are able to go free by prostitution. It is not a well kept secret on the streets where I live. In fact, it is the norm and people commit crimes knowing they can just go in the jail, perform sex acts and go home. There should be a limit to how far this goes. I hope it skips over this couple and their child, but I don't believe it will. No one polices the police and no one cares what goes on in the jail. Where Jennifer Crumbley is held there is rampid sex acts that go on all through the night. Deputies get sexually pleasured through food slots and through locked doors. This had to be told too many people put their faith in a corrupt system!

Released: Not so Fast!

 

Jimmy Rolan

Yesterday, while at work, there was a man peering at me through my coworker's partition. He looked just like the man that raped me 35-years ago. I thought to myself, "What's going on?" They usually do that kind of fear-mongering when what I say or do is some sort of threat. I was at work, and what could I possibly be doing to disrupt their prostitution racket. When I got home, I turned on the news first thing, and there it was. A man who had shot another man eight times had been released and the charges dropped on his Attempted-Murder and Firearm charge. I sat on my couch and giggled to myself. I had been to jail four other times and had seen worse cases and dangerous people go free, after selling themselves in the jail's clinic. This time, however, Jessica Cooper or David Gorcyca isn't in charge of the Prosecutor's Office. There is a new Sheriff in town, pun intended, and Karen McDonald's lynch-men aren't letting dangerous criminals walk free. There had been a manhunt soon after he was released, charges reinstated and he was recaptured in less than 24-hours. My giggle turned into a full-blown chuckle. I hate to say it, but I told you so!

When I was in jail, there was a woman there named Starr. Starr had killed a man. Not on purpose, but while shooting him up with heroin. He was her friend, and she had no idea the fix in the needle was too potent for him and he overdosed and died right in front of her. She was arrested and brought to jail because that is a crime. Many want to change that law, but it is still a fact. In 2010, it was more of a fact than it is today. Many courts with the opioid epidemic have become lenient, but in 2010, it was some kind of murder. It probably wasn't what they made it seem like to Starr because she had started to blossom. She was no longer the heroin-addicted inmate with sunken cheeks and face sores. She was eating and her daily food intake had her filling out in all the right places. She was suddenly attractive and still able and willing to make their money. She had blond hair and green eyes and a butt like a black girl, with thick legs and a smile that could kill. When people like Starr came in she was the talk of the jail. Many of the women envied her, because her kind of looks got her not only a spot in the Trustee pod, but Hot Food, twice a week and all the commissary she could eat. She brought my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was fascinated by her popularity and her ability to brush it off. Then I discover her case and knew her sadness inside. No matter how much food and attention she got, her friend was still dead.

She had shown me her wristband with her original photo, and it was a different person. The woman in front of me was a true star. The woman on her wrist was a drug addict of the worst kind. She said she looked at it every day as a reminder of how far she had come. That's where she had lost me because she really hadn't come that far. She had only come as far as jail/ They had decided not to give her drugs because they still get high in jail. It was more beneficial to keep Starr sober. She didn't equate her sober living to being locked up. She felt she was in the real world, but I knew it was a world created by a false narrative of prostitution. Many of the women had never been treated so well. As long as they did what was required of them they lived a good existence. Once they stepped out of bound there easy living ceased. Starr ended up in prison for six years. At least that's what the women had said. I hope she spent that time getting better for real. 

Julie Nicholson

The man that they let go of yesterday, had an entire month to get comfortable in the fallacy that he was going free. He is a very handsome man. Almost looks like a woman. The deputies will give a prostitute the feeling of euphoria to keep them making them money. This man shot another man eight times. His intent was to kill. A man like that should never go free, at least not without punishment. There is no doubt in my mind that the guy is a prostitute, If he isn't going free, they will try to get him a lighter sentence. He had been locked up a month, and they thought everyone had forgotten about him. That's why I say, we can't ever let go of these horrific crimes. Those deputies look to detectives to get so caught up in the work that they leave prosecution to the administration. One young woman had asked me why her detective comes to every one of her hearings. I simply told her, "He wants to see you get what's coming to you."  She had robbed three people in one night at gunpoint. She needed to go to prison for some period of time. She had disappeared every morning, too. She claimed she was going to court every morning. Right...

The judge who can't comment. Well, who won't comment is a pimping judge. They control them not only in the circuit court but the district courts, too. She did what she was told to do. The last time something like this happened, a woman and her two children were murdered. Things like this never happen in "normal" conditions. There is a tearing apart of justice in Oakland county. It was evident to me when Tucker Cipriano got out of Oakland County Jail four months early and tried to kill his entire family with a baseball bat. He succeeded on two counts and left his father disabled for life. This is the Oakland County I know. I saw yesterday that it will slowly become the Oakland County of the past. I pray that Karen McDonald can catch every one of these instances. I know I'm here for it. People who endanger our society should not be allowed to walk free. At the same time a young woman who commits petty crimes should not be locked up and forced to sell herself to get home. It's Christmas money time. Those deputies are looking to fill the jail with inmates willing to work off crimes to get the deputy's child a bike. We need to start saying, "Enough!"