Hi Simon...

This is Simon Shayket and his wife Veronica. Together they have a son named James. Simon used to work with his wife on Fox 2 News. He left and went Channel 7 News and She had James and never went back to work at Fox 2. I found out they were married when either seven or two did a compilation of their staff and their family one Christmas. I had been emailing Simon for a couple of years or so. The reason I knew Simon is because he was first on Fox 2, and that’s the only channel we can watch in jail. Maybe, because Mike Bouchard is a Republican, and Fox is a republican station or maybe they have a messed-up antenna system, but channel 2 doesn’t come through on my television. I started writing Huel Perkins in jail. I don’t know if he got all the letters, but if he did, he could write a book of his own. Simon could print off all the emails I’ve sent him and write another book of his own. Before he left Fox, he was reporting on a story that had reference to the FBI. While he was speaking, a caption came up that read, “Simon Shayket: FBI Spokesperson”. My eyes got so big. I thought, “Yes, that’s going to be my FBI connection!” Now, they’ll leave me alone! Then he was gone. I was so sad. I thought, “Why would God do this to me?” It was a mere habit to watch Fox 2. Huel Perkins was there, and he knew everything about my experiences in jail. For some reason, one day I was watching Channel 7, and BOOM! Simon was there. I still didn’t know what to do. I liked Channel 7, and was in the habit of watching it, because it came on after The View and Oprah. So, I started watching seven, because Simon was there, and I thought if I could tell him my story and get him on my side, they would leave me alone, “they” the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department. He’s an anchor now, at five, with Glenda Lewis. When I started writing to him, he was reporting from the field or whatever.

One day, I had an interview at Kroger. There was a man who looked like Simon at the other end of the counter. He was waiting for the older woman checking out. I had been watching, because he looked like Simon Shayket. I was thinking, “What a great guy to be taking his grandma to the grocery store.” The weather was snowy and it was a sweet gesture. I kept glancing at him to seem not to be staring or flirting. Y’all, know I have a man, and now I know Simon has a wife and a son. I’m not a home wrecker. OCSD has spoken to every man I’ve ever slept with in Pontiac, but they try to insist that Simon and I are “an item”. None of them were married, the men they’ve spoken to. There are only six, the other three were in Ohio and one is dead. I hate to say this, but I see Simon as FBI and relief, but OCSD could care less. They are the FBI. When I was standing in my cell cussing them out, Alder taped it so he could let their FBI listen to it. When I went to give Simon the sign and he beat me to it, I started writing him emails at the station. What I’m telling him is news and the biggest and best story for Channel 7 News and Simon ain’t a fool. We both get something from this relationship, and those are the best kinds of relationships. I haven’t gotten my Disability check yet. After the third comes and goes, I’m going to email Simon. I don’t know what he will do, because he NEVER writes me back.

Sometimes I write to Simon and the next day when he comes on the air, he looks like somebody beat him with a wet rag. He’s White and Middle Eastern, thus “Shayket”, and he is so cool. He’s like my big brother, even though I know I’m probably a few decades older than him. He used to wear these red jeans all the time, and when I used to say, “He couldn’t be married, no woman would let her man wear the same jeans all the time!” Then I think of my man’s blue and yellow polo. I don’t even see him all the time, and he’s worn it three times. I saw it for the first time in a picture on Facebook in 2010 and the last time a couple of months ago. That means he has owned it for 16 years, at the least. What can I do? It’s his favorite shirt. I guess Veronica picks her battles. I wished I could pick mine. The OCSD keeps trying to make me a prostitute. The Feds just watch and “see what color the walls are going to be”, before they decide to come and rescue me. That includes Simon. He has “Former FBI Spokesperson”. I don’t know what TV Show or movie I got this from, but “Once FBI, always FBI”. "My Boy" Simon:

Proverbs 18:24 - "One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."

Hey, I'm still here!

Cooper: What's my Man's Name?

There was only three Black men that worked in the Annex when I was there, Carr, Jackson and Cooper, we called him “Coop” for short. Coop was very dark skinned and had a White wife. We were cool, because I had a White boyfriend. I knew Coop knew, too, because of the way he treated me. All the Black women would call out, “He likes White women”, sometimes when he came into the pod. Information they needed to know, because Coop was good looking. Tall, dark and handsome, and the “women” were always looking to one up their stay by having sex with a deputy, and maybe they could go in the Trustee pod, where they get ice and free hot food every day. That’s burgers, wedges, calzones and Pepsi. Coop was cool, too. He mostly just sat in the control room, “the bubble” and ate. I don’t think they were supposed to do that, but they always did it. Claus and Bowerman ordered pizza, one of the sergeant’s got Popeyes from across the street and the big deal was Hungry Howie Cheesy bread sticks. Inmates traded sexual favors for cheesy bread sticks.

One day I was talking to one of the Angels. In the span of seven years, I met four Angels while in Oakland County Jail. This Angel was a street walker from Detroit. She’s the one who stayed up all night and slept all day, because she didn’t want to break up her routine, because when she left there, she was going right back to the streets. She told me all about her boyfriend and I told her about mine, who at the time was a Pontiac Police Detective. He is also my first so-called victim. She didn’t believe me. She thought that like most people in jail did, I was lying. She is also the Angel that had gotten so skinny that she could fit through her food slot and at night she sits and talks to the deputies and have sex; of course. She was telling them what I said about who my boyfriend is and they said I was lying, and she would come back with some heavy questions. To this day, they tell people if I talk to him, I’m going back to prison. So, I keep away from talking about him to people. One day, however, I got fed up with Angel’s doubting and questions. She even tried to say I was still stalking him, because I knew he likes Honey Nut Cheerios. I know more than that. He is my man and finds a way to tell me things. Like before I came home from prison, his corrupt peers told the dope man where he lives in Pontiac and forces him to move an hour away and take the Amtrack every day an hour both ways. Things I don’t know are how long he did that for. He works here only once a week now, Ted Quisenberry refused to allow him to work on the drug task force, once OCSD took over the Pontiac Police. He got a new job and came back as their boss.

The Angel woman lived next to me in cell 16, and I lived in front of the staircase in cell 17. One day while she was questioning me about my man, Coop was coming up the stairs. When he got to the landing, right in front of my door, I called out to him, “Coop, who is my boyfriend?” He never slowed his pace, so he had to look over his shoulder towards me and answered, with my man's name. He said it was not me! Sadly, at her next orgy with the boys, she told them who Coop had said my man was. He was in big trouble. The next time he came into the control room and sat at the desk to eat a sub, about six White male deputies stood over him talking like he wasn’t even there. Just chatting away, like he wasn’t there eating his sandwich. He kept hesitating when he took a bite, one of them took a bite one off them would make a hand gesture or raise an elbow towards him and his food. “That whore had gone back and told them”, I thought to myself, and now Coop was in trouble. I felt bad for him, but there was nothing I could do for him. They were mean to me, too.

I loved to sit in my food slot and watch what went on in the bubble. Like the fact that Beane had a user id and password that he had access to everything. He could look up anything, but mostly he would sit there and order all the commissary and hot food for the women with it. I would sit in my food slot and watch him do it. Like I said before, it was probably the username and password to a friend of his he “come in” with, and was now a Sergeant or lieutenant now, who was into prostitution and used him to take care of the girls. Like Della Reese in “Harlem Nights”. When I kept writing about it, they took his illegal username and password away. Bowerman came in one day lost; he wanted to know what happened to open access. Oh yeah, I made it my business to see what went on in the bubble from my vantage point. I could never get Coop to say his name out loud again. You can’t get him to admit to a corrupt cop that he’s my man, either. In 2002, they planned to say he was the cop helping my brother and his co-defendants sell drugs in Pontiac and take him down with them, if he didn’t say I was stalking him. He had just got his promotion and his mother was sick. 650 grams of drugs is a lot and no cop, especially a good cop deserves to go to prison when he’s not guilty of anything. We weren’t even that close in 2002, but now, I’m 10 toes down for him.

It’s been 24 years, and 18 years since I been out of prison. The pimps at OCJ can’t stand it, but it’s true. Cooper knows it, and they know it, too. If they know that for a fact that I’m more than a stalker. They kept making him get bogus PPO’s and trying to send me back to prison. He had to go to court the last time they charged me and got caught lying to make them stop. I don’t know if this blog won’t spark a new case. He’s scared. Look what they did to Jackson! My man isn’t Black, it’s true, but I am. I have had three other men claim I’m stalking them since my case with him in 2002, and I’ve never stalked anyone, not even him and I did four years in prison for it. My brother did 19 years on his case, but they still want to pin a lie on an innocent man, but at this point, they’ll just like to pin something on me. My blogs are lethal to their hustle and people are listening and pulling FOIA’s requests and stuff. They say I want to be famous, but I just want to be heard and the truth to be known. Oh, and my man, I want my man.

"Do not be deceived, bad company corrupts good morals" 1 Corinthians 15:33

You Believe That? After All I've Said...

I'm so sick of the lies being told about that man who supposedly carried out a terrorist attack in West Bloomfield Township. They have FBI agents still on television adding stuff to the story every day. Lies and garbage, and if you don’t think the FBI doesn’t have agents who are involved in prostitution and corruption you are naïve. I took a break from this story to concentrate on my city. It seems that some rich White men in Oakland County are using a Black man, Ahmad Taylor to take back Pontiac and make it White, again. L. Brooks Patterson wanted that more than anything. He drilled it into the mind of his children, so much so that I hear his daughter bought Lot 9 that sits next to the Pheonix Center facing Woodward to the West and Saginaw to the East. I thought it would be a perfect spot for a Sheetz, but Pontiac isn’t up for those kinds of perks. We have a data center, though.

Ahmad Taylor is Director of the Housing Commission in Pontiac, and on the word of men like David Todd of Todd Enterprise does nothing for the people of Pontiac. It’s his job to keep housing “low and slow”, I mean high rents and substandard housing. Taylor brags to a certain woman, he has his own FBI agent, named Charles Miller. He keeps him out of trouble, and he needs to be in trouble. I guess agent Miller isn’t as good at his job as Taylor thought. Neither are the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department’s (OCSD) FBI agents. Because you know if Ahmad Taylor has an FBI agent OCSD has many of them. There was one on the news, today trying to convince me to stop telling the Jewish community that Oakland County is lying. They are fighting hard and every day they are adding to the story to make it real. Now, they found a not with regular "Lone assasins write. (yawn) People are listening to me and they should, because OCSD IS CORRUPT! The FBI is as tainted as any other law enforcement agency in the world, like the KGB. I’ve been doing this for years not to know how it goes. Channel 7 followed this man’s lies with a missing person found dead report. I’m so scared. But, I was scared when they made me spend time in prison for something I didn’t do. Knowing how corrupt Oakland County was and is.

I was scared when they sent Garry Jackson to prison for having sex with an inmate, when they do it every day and charge money for it. When a White Deputy got caught having sex with an inmate by another inmate and kept his job. They did to her what they did to me. Sent her to the Forensic Center and declared her mentally ill, so her testimony wouldn’t be credible. Had all their whores lying on “Action” that’s what we called him, “Action Jackson” they were trying to set him up with that name. Believe me those whores are slick. They spread rumors on anyone that aren’t down with prostitution. Jackson was so stuck up, I don’t believe he did it. Just like Thicke. Those women wanted him so bad and he wasn’t playing; they made a rumor he had sex with an inmate and left the condom inside her on accident. They lie at the OCSD. I call those whores “The Brides”, you know like in Dracula? They, the deputies, sends them out and they do whatever "they" want them to do, even accuse anyone of anything, have sex with whoever they want them to. It’s just like in the movies. Richard Gere, Don Cheadle, Keanu Reeves, Forrest Whittacker, Laurence Fishbourne and Omar Epps. We not going to talk about Denzel Washington in “Training Day”. When I watch the Ethan Hawke character, I think of my man. Out in the trenches with the bad guys, the police, not the criminals. I can only pray and hope he will survive. They are liars, drug dealers and thieves. They have people who will lie for them. I would hate to go through the rest of my life alone, if I’m not taken out, too. When Forrest Whittaker tears down that wall, in “Street Kings”. I think about the supposed heroin in the walls on the Eastside. I shouldn't be afraid to die, I have my book. I have all my blogs and I have the truth. I surely have God. He’s the reason I’ve made it this far, Him and my friends. (wink)

Proverbs 17:15 - "He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condemneth the just, even they both are abomination to the Lord."

Ezekiel 22:27 - "Her princes in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls."

Psalm 82:2 - "How long will ye judge unjustly, and accept the persons of the wicked?"

These verses highlight the moral and ethical failures of those in positions of authority, including law enforcement.

Ahmad Taylor

Kaiser v. Pontiac: Save Our City

Pontiac has been holding a secret from its residents since the beginning of this year. It seems that the Director of the Housing Commission is trying to score sex by offering city money to one Cicely Kaiser – Lee, daughter of the Father of the Southside Robert “Bob” Kaiser. Taylor was trying to use her father’s good name to siphon money through grants from the state and federal levels. She’s a pretty woman and he wanted her to be his “partner in crime”. The only way a snake like him could see himself controlling the situation is by having sex with Ms. Kaiser-Lee. She refused and now is telling all his dirty little secrets about Pontiac and how two White men, Alan Bishop and David Todd plan to take over Pontiac and give back to the White people.

Cicely’s father and I were good friends 35 years ago. He had told me stories about how he and my Daddy used to pick up bottles and cans up on Bagley and Wesson. My Dad was about 5’7”, and her dad 5’3”. He called them the two littlest Niggas on the Southside. They would cash their bottles and cans in and get money and walk around with candy and change in their pockets. I didn’t believe Bob. I thought he was trying to get next to me by using my father. Until 20 years later my aunt told me when my father was a kid, seven or eight years old, he would come home some evening with one pocket full of money, and one pocket full of change and they would sit on the porch and it the candy. I knew Bobby was my friend.

Mike McGuiness is in it, too. I knew I was right about him, and that Melanie Rutherford!

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Diabolical Demons Part II

I've made one of them mad as you can see...

When I found out what was happening in the jail, an issue came up about my competency. I had written every Senator and Representative in Oakland County. The next time I went to court in “Let ‘em go Chabot’s” courtroom a strange man picked up my file from the box and agreed to send me to Saline, at the Forensic Center for a competency exam. These are the same people who verified Sarah Gaynor and Amy Burdette’s Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity. The same people who approved me for one. The one Martha Anderson tried to brow beat me into taking. They did, however, find me incompetent to stand trial. I didn’t take the plea, I never did anything to anyone, but I found myself fighting the deputies for my freedom. They used their influence to get the word out that I was insane. No, news outlet would talk to me about what I knew about prostitution. I would try and could get any support from anyone, except Vincent Gregory. He sent me a letter and it took me a month to get it. When I did get it, the letter was dirty from them passing it around. He would run against Mike Bouchard in the next election for Sheriff. They hung posters that read “Keep Our Sheriff”. Well, who is the the Sheriff that is their sheriff? Vincent Gregory is Black. Bouchard is nothing but a mascot. A puppet they bring out for special occasions. To pet dogs and show off his "drug bust" Corvette. He surely doesn’t run the daily operations of the jail. They take his mail out of the box, pass it around and read it, too.

Once I was insane, I filled out the form to get social security benefits. About five years later, I discovered they had cheated me. I was supposed be getting Disability instead. Then I got about $300 more. They, OCSD, run the local Social Security Office in Pontiac and tried to stop my benefits several times. They run the state and Child Protective Services (CPS). I was bold and placed a note on my tray asking the Trustees to tell the other prisoners to band together, against the deputies. They have accessed the entire Annex. The Leader came to the door next to mine, and spoke loudly, so I could hear her, “I can’t be doing nothing like that. My son is with my parents and they are good people. I was the one who was bad. I want him to grow up with them.” They’ll take their children and put them in foster care, if you don’t cooperate with them. I know they mess with my food benefits, and Medicaid premiums. They not only troll me on Facebook, but they are an intricate part of my life. They are in my DTE, and Consumers bills. They broke my car down. It’s always the same things tires, radiator and brakes. Right now, it’s my brakes and radiator, yes both!

I remember thinking after a pair of deputies dragged a woman half-naked across the floor, because she refused to prostitute for them. After one of them stepped on her face. She was kicking and screaming that she was somebody. They didn’t care; she was in a place where no one cared. They could beat her and no one would care. She was nothing. Answer me this, when was the last time you heard of abuse in jail, any jail? Does that mean it isn’t happening? The women don’t talk about it when they get home, and it would be dangerous if they did. As you can see from that derogatory comment on my post that they are watching me on Facebook. They were inside my computer stopping me from blogging, refusing to allow me to type. My phone at this point is refusing to take a charge. I don’t leave my house, because they follow me everywhere. When I left Kelly Breen’s coffee hour, a pickup stopped, but its brake light didn’t come on until I was at a distance to run into the back of it at 30 mph. I hit my brakes. It was God, because I stopped just in time. I told you about the stroke. I type all these blogs with one hand. How I lost my job and my apartment. I’m suing my job, due to discrimination. People who are mentally ill. can’t be fired for being mentally ill. You know they want to take that diagnosis back. They hate me. The person that wrote that comment above is angry. I said EJ Johnson is mentally ill, because he thinks he is a woman. You see most of these OCSD are gay, and the molest kids, too, one of them got caught, and he’s dead now. Demons, all of them, but…God is good.

Proverbs 29:12 - "If a ruler listens to lies, all his officials become wicked." Isaiah 10:1-2 - "Woe to those who make unjust laws and to those who issue oppressive decrees." Jeremiah 5:30-31 - "A horrible and shocking thing has happened in the land: the prophets prophesy lies, and the priests rule by their own authority." Micah 3:11 - "Her leaders judge for a bribe, her priests teach for a price, and her prophets tell fortunes for money." Psalm 58:1-2 - "Do you rulers indeed speak justly? Do you judge people with equity? No, in your heart you devise injustice." Matthew 23:27-28 - "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs."

If you can't hear her she says, "I'm going to miss you so much!" It happens all over and sometimes not for money. He replies, "I'm going to miss you, too. I'm right here!"

Diabolical Demons: God is watching us.

"28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose".

Yesterday, on Channel 7, I witnessed a beautiful thing. There was a bunch of religions having a meal together to commemorate the events that happened at the synagogue in West Bloomfield Township. It was a beautiful thing. They were dressed in their native garb. There was Hindus, Muslims, Jewish, Catholics and many more religions represented. The Latter Day-Saints were there to show support, because they had a man crash into their church and do quite a bit of damage and they wanted to show their support for the Jews of the temple. It was indeed a kind and generous gesture. My sister was a Member of the Latter Day-Saints, and they were indeed good to my family at her passing. The pastor and his wife came to her funeral, and the pastor spoke and her friends and spoke, too. My sister loved to cook, and prepared meals for her friends at the church, and they raved about her cooking. One man said he had made the mistake of eating before coming to Amy’s, that’s my sister’s name, ended up eating twice and taking food home. They liked my sister a lot and showed it in the way they came out. Her husband told me recently that Amy and my nephew attended the church in Grand Blanc, when their church in Waterford was having building issues. I didn’t think it was something to consider until now.

The church is of God, no matter what you believe. Remember, James 2:19 say “You believe in one God, and you do well. The demons also believe and tremble.” They all came today in one love, one faith…For the blessings of one God, whatever you call him. Even if I don’t believe the temple’s terrorist attack was real, and a scheme contrived to make Oaklan County’s, and their 62 cities look good. Something heartfelt came from it. When you look at building in Grand Blanc burning, it is up in flames. The Temple in West Bloomfield is smoldering with smoke escaping the roof like a little chimney. I’ve never seen a person or a group of terrorists do such small amount of damage in a terroristic attack. Mike Bouchard made it a point to say there were victims, and that the security officer would be okay. Then was it a terrorist attack, or a botched attempt at one?

I have to say, again, that this was a poor excuse for an attack. Did the fireworks go off? The people in the building heard a boom, but he bought fireworks for his “attack”, but what happen to them? Did he forget and leave them at home? I’ve been to jail; I’ve been to prison and college. All three places had different people, with different religion, place of origin and races. I’ve had to live with 300-1000 women at a time, and when some one in anyone in the groups had to deal with a problem, it was worked out. Only in Oakland County Jail (OCJ) was racism encouraged and supported. One deputy told a woman that she was acting like an animal. One night we were all awakened by an argument between inmates. Two women who lived in a cell together one Black, and one White came to the Disciplinary Pod. The deputy stayed across 29, talking to the woman they were arguing with. He put the White girl in cell one, and the Black woman in 15 that doesn’t have a food slot. I’ve been in that cell before. To get your food, you must wait at your door for the deputy to open the door, for you to grab your tray. There is no reason to have separate them. Kim participated in sexcapades, and was place in cell one for that reason, to provide sexual favors. I guess the girl they were arguing with told the deputy, who will remain nameless, he had cancer. I don’t know his condition. He walked across 29 and tore into Kim, the White woman viciously. Who in the “F” word, do you think you are? We don’t play that “S”. You think you are. You think you’re bad? Well, we’ll see how bad you are! You’re over here until you go home. I was okay with me, when the girls get over there with me, they give me little tidbits on the side. That time she told me that they used the visiting monitor for sexual solicitation, too. Men pay to watch people give sex shows on the monitor.

So, we get along well in jail. When I came along it was better. There was never a Black and White couple in one where they gave the one-on-one sex shows. It was always two White women or two Black women, never one of each. There were only single women most of the time and they were mostly pregnant. Oh, yeah, and the midget. We came together against them, and they didn’t know it. God has done a work in me, and I survived to have true to life testimony and I will tell me tells all of them. I brought us together and their diabolical plan bought those people together, tonight. God is a Good God. Amen