Pontiac...Coruption...Homelesness... The Real Story

There is a problem with the City’s Building and Safety, Court System and Landlords. Many of the landlords pay the people to get out of these programs the tenants are in. I know that I was on an Escrow Program that left me homeless for almost a year. When I found an apartment, it was riddled with bed bugs. Afraid of being homeless again, I’m still here dealing with bed bug infestations every few months. My landlord was a type of freak that came in my house while I was at work and rummaged through my underwear. Spread them out on the floor and threw money in the seats. I went to the city and spoke to Clarence Cohen of the Building and Safety Commisision. He talked me into the Escrow Program to get my money back every month. It really was just a “Money Grab”, because my landlord kicked me out, when Cohen promised me, he couldn’t. Chief Judge Cynthia Walker said I had to let him in, if he wanted to come in. First, he never gave me notice, and I had attempted to get a Personal Protection Order (PPO) against him for coming in my house while I was away. I wasn’t letting him into my house; alone!

On that she evicted me, and I appealed. That was November 17, 2024. The apartment had no heat. Judge Bowman stayed Judge Watkins’ judgement. I had already moved out, because the Winter was already getting horrible. He told the judge he was going to fix the heat and never fix the heat. Locked me out and stole all my stuff. I tried to file an appeal with the 6th Circuit Court. Just like the 50th District Cout. I was living in a hotel and as soon as they discovered I was homeless they started to pressure me to prostitute. Prostitution is big in Auburn Hills. Now, that the Pistons are gone and the Palace is torn down they have all those hotels, and they use them as whorehouses. I don’t give into those kinds of dealings. I moved around until I ran out of money, then I started sleeping in my car. My brother-in-law took me in, but he started walking around the house with no shirt on. I had to get out of there. He found me this place, and I’ve been living with bed bugs, mice and roaches ever since. They are all gone, but the bed bugs. They come back every three months or so.

It’s all due to the Oakland County Sheriff's Department stalking me, because I refuse to prostitute for them. I see a lot of women on Baldwin from the jail; homeless. I see men, too. That one man is like me, He’s clean and is just in a bad spot, due to his circumstances. OCSD won’t let me get a job. I have a Masters’s of Business Administration (MBA), and I can’t get a job nowhere. I might as well be homeless; I can’t make any money beyond my disability to pay my rent. They are trying to make me a prostitute by default. Make it my last resort. Those women and men suffer from a system meant to tear them down and not build them up. I’ve lived it! Law Enforcement, the court system and public corruption is the reason for homelessness in Pontiac… -Lesley

I Call Them as I See Them

I started this thing a long time ago. I was 20 years old living in a hopeless place. I was laid up in my house struggling with myself. Everybody had figured out they would smoke crack and lead a menial life, with a menial job and have simple relationships, but I always knew I would do more, but I knew I would always be more complicated and Saturday night. I want to tell you that these men and women steal to live comfortably, my family has been the victims of their stick-up methods. Where Blacks are made to be the victims of their methods. It happened to me once at Gantos and I said, “Never, again!” Anytime a man can live on acres and have a $35K pick-up truck, selling appliances at Sears there is some dirty money coming from some place. I tell you what they do. They take stuff from the stores to Northern Michigan and sell it at trade shows and flea markets. That’s where Kid Rock sings about. That girl’s daddy probably worked at Montgomery Wards or Sears.

The people trying to run me down yesterday are amongst those people who steal to live in these rural cities and find jobs in the city. The Aramark girl 50 pounds heavier was in our city offices yesterday. She got a job of having a baby and giving away all of Aramark food in the jail. She hid her badge from me; I guess she forgot I know. She went on maternity leave for Aramark and came back an Oakland County Sheriff Deputy. She had two things going for her, Christina, she had given birth to an all-White baby, and she had stolen food for the Trustees and prostitutes in jail. She spent her mornings sorting through Aramark’s cupcakes and Lay’s chips, getting all the food ready for the day. Nobody paid for anything, and that’s why a $1 Sauve lotion in jail costs $8 by now. You can’t find them in the Dollar Store no more, because that’s where they steal them from. The soap and the shampoo, too. All the toiletries come from there, where people, poor people used to buy their body goods. That stuff if you can find it is $1, like I said is much, much more in jail.

Their children’s clothes are a lick, too. I go into Meijer and see them giving stuff away. I can’t be in line, because what I see. The food for their houses and everything. I hate to call names, but it’s true and I’m sick of it. I said I love Steve. I never said I loved everybody. That means every Black person in this game in Oakland County, because they steal, too. All the drugs and addiction have moved out this way, too. I’ve been watching council meetings in Lake Orion and Oxford, and people are complaining their school systems are not the same. They say their children need extra help. Things the Pontiac Schools said in the 80’s and 90’s. Get real, the drugs have moved into their neighborhoods now. One judge living in the suburbs was outraged, she said her friend was raising her daughters’ two kids, because her daughter was strung out on meth. I adjusted myself in my seat and laughed. “Black grandmothers have been doing that since heroin in the 1960s!” I made a comment on a page for one of those cities and a man asked me shouldn’t I be commenting on Pontiac’s page. I told him to wait until I showed up at a meeting.

You see, they believe I have my mind right now. I’m down with the White people, I believe that “White is right!” I never said I loved nobody, but Steve!” We work hard! He is not a pimp and risks his life for every dime. I know I’ve worked for years at a time watching the corruption. They don’t want to be called any derogatory term, because they believe that their corruption takes them to the top, until the FBI shows up and their trying to run people off the road. They did all that yesterday thinking I wasn’t going to call ‘em as I see ‘em. Wait until I talk about the homosexuality and child molestation.

Whispers in the Night

I’ve had a long life thus far. My entire life is a weird picture of sorts that I can’t quite grasp. I have had men all my life that have in some way been obsessed with me, but never an entire group like this. I went to the bank yesterday and my car stopped. It ran hot. I was at the Fifth-Third at M-59 in front of Meijer. I sat and let it cool down. There was a car behind me, a white car that came behind me and began honking it’s horn like I do when they come out at me while I’m coming out in the street. I kindly got out my car and cussed that bitch out and told her I was having car trouble and she had to wait. I had pulled up so close to the ATM, I couldn’t get I the driver’s side door if I wanted to. I was getting all my rent and didn’t want anybody to pull up and move close to my door and rob me. The person soon left without getting their money. I left and went to the gas station and ate half my sandwich so my car could cool down. I haven’t been out in a while, I have a pocket full of money, but these people are swarming me like flies. When my car was at the shop being fixed Ronnie broke it.

Now he is a snitch working for the Feds. That’s how he got his job at Belle Tire in the first place. But as negroids go, she is messing up, stealing money and doing work for the crooked police. I also had a few outbursts for the negroids that are bothering me and the poor white trash that followed me all day today. See, when they get out of jail they go to work in the cities, Pontiac and Waterford. Most of them like the one stealing from the cash office at the 50th District Court. I don’t know if she’s still there. I wrote so much about her, she shouldn’t be, the girl at the Meijer station was telling the new hire she was the boss and she was going to make her figure the cash register out on her on, because even white trash was better than niggers. I laid it out that the negroid would be gone soon, before I left. She was from jail I could tell and wanted all the money for herself. They surrounded me, and so I began to sing, “I ain’t never scared…I ain’t never scared! My ATL HO! My ATL HO! Ain’t no prostitutes here!

I bought three Cokes and went over to the Subway and bought a sandwich. Sad and ate quietly while my car cooled down. I started to go to the laundry mat, but it was too crowded and went back home. They watched me put my clothes in my car and went there and waited. I had stopped singing by now, outload, but sill sang in my mind, “I ain’t never scared”! I haven’t been out in weeks and days, and they were waiting for me like wild dogs. I mean you should have seen them. I kept singing my tune.” My ATL HO! MY ATL HO! I ain’t never scared!” When I got home I was exhausted close to dark my neighbor got company and his friend got close to the wall and begin whispering my name, “L-e-s-l-e-y” he said. You can’t make this shit up…

THE GAY BRIGRADE AND THE GIVEAWAYS

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

This is sickening to me. The men and women of the group that has been coming after me have banned together to steal money. It used to be that they were individual groups with their own agendas. I remember the same teacher at Oakland Community College (OCC) who told me about the Revolutionary War being a farce, answered my question about the races. There was a time when there were individual races. The Dutch, the Irish, the Italians, the Scottish and so forth. We saw it in movies like The Godfather, Italians, Angela’s Ashes, Irish, Avalon, Jewish… They all had their lives and mix-matched journeys until the Black people got rights and the rights they never wanted us to have and they became one group; White. Even Bill Cosby made it true on an episode of the “Cosby Show”.

Today, they are closing that gap and making Black not so bad anymore. Drugs are flowing into all our lives and all our cities and towns. Men like Michal Bouchard create situations where Whites are superior to Blacks in false police reports. Just like the Jewish Temple, there was no young boys rescued from a fire. A lie he and his Sheriffs made up to give a summer feel-good story to put some sunshine in the day. People need something to believe in and around here it’s that you’re better than someone else. Most Whites want to be better than Black people. Bouchard knows that he gets a cheer when he comes on with bad news about a Black person POS (piece of shit) Whites call them on Facebook. I love to go on and let them know that OCSD is selling White women, too and Kelli Bryant isn’t the only one leaving their kids home alone. All people do things, but in Oakland County they magnify the Black people problems so White people can be on social media calling them names and can feel superior to them.

Last week, I went out to the Elam Brothers Picnic, it was held in the usual place on Sandford, by the Eastside Elam Brothers, run by Mel. Now you all know that I’m into it with the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department. They are at this point charging our city to use our men and women and sell them to feed their kids. The other cities in our area like Waterford, Oxford and Orion had no idea their children were being sold, too, until they were told by Chris Barnett. Now, Mike Bouchard has fake children being rescued out of his windows. These fake lifesaving efforts are astonishing to me, because once these kids get older and make a mistake, end up in Oakland County (OCJ) jail and their mugshot is on file, they’ll be up for sale. That’s the third reason I don’t go outside. All of it is the Deputies. They think they run everything. The truth is their time is up. Most of them are broke and trying to keep their money up. Feds break you, before they indict you. They are giving in to each other. The Black ones don’t even care that Sarah and Amy killed two Black men and got off practically “Scott-Free”. They are trying to keep their money up, because when the money is gone, their little young crackhead is gone, too. She only is there for the money and the crack. I’m out there slim with my hair slick back, reminds them of two things, he money they could have made off me, and what my man has that they will never get. Them telling themselves he’s an asshole and you’ll never have me. He doesn’t have to buy me!

Don’t be confused by what I’m saying, they are on each other’s side trying to get that money. Ony Bouchard still must keep the White folk in Oxford thinking they are better than us, or else he’ll lose his job. They have got to keep me low where they can lie on me, and it is a secret they are selling their kids, too. It’s a deep juggle, but when you need to get high it’s a game worth playing. So, leave me alone. I’m so much more than what you think. Don’t ever think I forgot what none of you all said and did to me while I was fighting these MONSTERS! You were scared and left me alone to fight, and I have all the scars. But will give Walter “I want all the money” Moore to challenge my dedication to my city. While you all have our daughters making a sex tape for pedophiles for a summer camp. Sickening, just plain old sickening.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

I’m not going outside.

Until the Coast is Clear.

You’ll know when that is.

You don’t dictate the rules.

You should know that by now

t It used to be a time when Blacks and Whites like the different nationalities in America, but money is running low and like it says in the Bible they now have one purse. They get their money however they can. `

Dear Walter Moore

Walter Moore is back. He thinks that everybody who watched him run the city in the ground is dead. All the old men and women are dead. I went to Wilberforce in 1988. Where I voted absentee in my first lection for Jesse Jackson. Blinded by the light of a Black man. He was attractive, but I can remember him sitting at council meetings stoned out of his mind. His eyes were so glossy they looked like mirrors. Elick Shorter, one of his key rivals, always gave him a piece of his mind and clicked the mic off like he was trying to break it with his thumb.

It could be a rumor, but it was said that the land where The Mall sat was ours, but he sold it to L. Brooks Patterson. They said he sold the North side to Auburn Hills to build The Palace. Finally, he did it all because he was the biggest crack head in the city. Crack was on the rise in the 90’s. He obviously thinks we’ve forgotten how he pillaged our city. I mean robbed us blind and used the money to get high. Oh, I forgot the housing developer that gave him the brand-new house, for allowing him to build a bunch of trash houses in the city. Whoever talks to him, ask him does he still lives there. He actually left the city while mayor and lived in it. I think that was the last straw. People got tired of his mess. I tell you what, if he’s sniffing around Pontiac, he’s broke. It’s been 30 years since he stole all that GM money and he’s looking to his old days in Pontiac and rubbing his hands together like Scrooge McDuck. He’s looking at getting in.

We must guard our money. “Faith with out works is what???”” You talking to me??? I don’t smoke crack! If you want to know a true saying, “When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn’t change, the devil changes you!” Y’all so quick to want me out there. Because the Feds love me so much. Well, not all of them. But guess who truly loves me? Me, and sometimes Steve. Sometimes it is worth all your trying to find me all the time. That’s the truth. If he becomes a crackhead, I won’t want him, either. “Faith without works is dead” Stealing all the money from the kids is rotten and low-down. You really don’t know me, I took the Girl Scout Cookie lady down. Adrian Burns. Ask Merry Dorkins about it. She was there when she got that Block grant money. I took her down for Webster, Mark Twain and Alcott.

I saw you at Sears staring at me. You want me to come outside and play so you can flip me. That “faith” comment was a dare. Let me tell you Mr. Moore, I’ve fought murderers. Women like Tamara Marshal who when truth is told was on my side fighting for me and the women whose side we were on. She was in prison for being in the room when seven young men were killed.You right in what you know, the Feds love me. I’m a good girl. I let them pick the players, so I am always victorious. I never dance with the devil. I make the devil leave me alone.

Cause the Mayor was getting High

Chris Jackson: The Reason for the Season

There is this handsome young man on Facebook that is running the city. He looks to be a child of mixed origin, like a child of Steve and me, so I watch him every day, I’m proud of him. He and his brother ran. He ran by Cyril Hall’s Office and gave a shot out. My blood boiled in my bones. Cyril Hall propositioned me for sex, along with my old slimy landlord two years ago. My nephew used to pay him with crack in the 80’s and 90’s. He ain’t Sh… like I said. These young boys don’t know who he really is and lump him together with the real men of Pontiac, like Elbert Hatchett and William Waternan. They haven’t run by Seminole Hills near judge Brown’s house or Huron near Kenny Burche’s office. So, they just don’t know. Youth allows for ignorance. Cyril Hall had me living on the street in my car! I refused to have sex with him and my landlord. You need to know that I don’t do anything for money or housing. Gay men run this city and those two young are very good looking. They want to get next to them around here. I’m not leaving my house for you. Not until my man tells me to. Those negroids, move people to poisoning my food! Get with it.

Mike McGuieness sat in Council meetings and did nothing for me to do, the coward. The city has this escrow program that I suggest no one gets into. The Negroids use people like Chris Jackson who is a liar. Who lied on me and said I was stalking him by putting my blog on his Facebook page. It’s funny how I’ve been stalking so many people when the original was my man from the start. That’s why I know these people have nothing to do with the real FBI, because they would know that one fact about the situation, now they are begging me not to tell people how the constituency of Pontiac. Chris Jackson is almost 40-year-old, and those negroids are going around telling people I like children. Come to find out they are the ones having sex with their children and their friends’ children. It’s a bunch of them! Boys on Boys, Men on Men and Women on Women on Women and Girls on Girls. They think Chris Jackson is going to help them? I am never scared of a liar. Never afraid that a lie will beat the truth. Every crack head in this city knows that I’m not afraid to call a “spade a spade”. Even Garland Gilcrist knew that was a “Punk Bitch” move. I went to a meeting at the Pontiac Library for Rosemary Bayer. He was there and I opted to leave. Gilchrist looked at me and said with his eyes, “You better not leave”!

I just shrugged and left the building, because Chris Jackson would have been the third man to bear false witness against me and have me in cuffs and the second man I would have to sue. He and Val Gross sat kitty corners to one another in a council meeting, and I thought he was on our side. At that last Council Meeting, what he did. Baby! You have nothing for me; you’re a liar and try to teach me a lesson? He is trying to work for both sides of the coin. You want me to attend those meetings, because I have pull, I have power? Now why would I go to a meeting or even where someone has lied to me at the dias the kind of man who will stand before a judge and lie on a woman that never did one thing to him but support him and write essays about his youth and maturity. He was asked to do a favor and he did! In part that makes me not go outside. He is at every function the city gives and he’s a liar. He said he feared his daughter’s life from me! My sister has four children. I practically raised two of them, and her daughters two. They are my great niece and nephew. I have three sisters, that are my dad’s. All together that’s 13. I have no complaints. No charges or arrest. I’m not going nowhere near those council meetings while he’s there, unless he apologizes and then we can move on.

Until then, don’t send me any special invites. Don’t throw out any innuendos thinking I’m going to show up! You better not have told those two young men I’m negative. That’s defamation. Knowing what I’ve been through. Don’t go lying on me, when I could destroy you with the truth. I will and won’t be kind to you. You don’t read my blog, because you don’t want to give me any props. But people read it, “trust and believe!”

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight. PROVERBS 12:22

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