LESLEY & STEVE...OUR STORY I

My man is Steve "Witt" Wittebort. I met and fell in love with him when I was eight years old. He claims that he fell in love with me, too. We fought on the playground a few days after we met, because I loved his eyes. I wanted a closer look and he had been fighting and was mad. They are gorgeous, this green like crystal, not like hazel, but I like to say peridot. When he gets mad, they look like he’s crying, but he is angry. I really think he is handsome, but he’s so quiet he’s kind of weird and awkward acting, but I like that, too. He’s always thinking about something, working you out. He likes me, so whatever he gets from me is good. He had left once, went to Lake Orion, I think. He came back when we were 15. I was walking down the hall from the West Commons to the East, and he was walking from the other way. His eyes were glowing down the hall to me. I hadn’t seen him since he was a little, but the eyes had it. I said to myself, “It’s the little boy! God sent him back to me!” I walked to my best friend’s locker and exclaimed, “He’s here, he’s here!” She is just as quiet and awkward as he is. She shifted her notebook book back and forth and asked me frustrated, “Who is here?” I took my hands and shook her shoulders back and forth. “The little boy!” She was still fixing up her papers. I didn’t remember his name. “The boy from Webster, he’s big now!” “You are crazy, you know that?” “Yeah, but I saw him!” Did he see you?” She asked. "I don’t know!” I mumbled.

It wasn't until 12th grade that we had a class together. This cracked Colleen O’Brien up in court. She looked at Denise Brainard When I said it to let her know it’s destiny. See I was there on trial for stalking him, but not really. Everyone there knew except the woman beating cop, McDougal, and me, that the Feds were doing something. So, when Brainard asked the question and I answered, the answer made O'Brien chuckle. That one class was “Investigative Paper”. Steve was now a cop, he had just become a detective in 1999. He had sat directly in front of me and watched him for the entire hour. His hair is grey now, but back then it was this brown that wasn’t quite bear-brown and not dirty blond either, for me it was as unique as his green eyes. I’d watch as he’d sink into his chair thinking. I asked my favorite,sister, one of those thinkers too, what they think about when they do that, she said she didn’t know. He’d probably give the same response. Now, Macallister is gone, I kind of knew something was up with him. He was Mississippi’s State Trooper of the Year. He had interviewed little old me for this bogus stalking case. What was he doing in Pontiac working on this little funky old stalking case, and he kept laughing at me, and taking pictures of Steve and me. He gave one to Steve of me, and one to me of Steve. I looked at mine; Steve had turned his head. I balled it up and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. I don’t know what he did with me. Judge Bill Waterman sent me home. He said I didn’t do anything and gave me a $100 personal bond. Steve was mad, as usual. They got Bowman, and he bound me over. Steve was pleased.He was not going to be a drug dealing cop. Plus, his mom was sick with cancer, he couldn't do that to her!

My brother was a drug dealer. Steve is and was a narcotics cop. The woman beating cop is Paul McDougal. I met his girlfriend when we both worked at a clothing store in Bloomfield Hills. We became good friends. We were like 22 and 24. She had lost her mom when she was 16 years old. She and Paul lived in Crystal Lake Apartments with their twins, and her son. She had come to Michigan by way of San Antonio, by way of New York. She had two sisters who lived in Detroit and she came here to be close to them and met Paul. We both got jobs and became close friends. To this day he tells people we were lovers. I have never had sex with a woman, but I loved her, she was a very sad person. No mother, a sister who took advantage of her and in her words, “A boyfriend that beat the shit out of her”. She would cry on my shoulders and tell me how strong I was. How she wished she could be like me and how I could stand up to anybody. I still don’t know what she meant. Any of the women I met in jail or prison, since. Our phone was tapped from my brother drug dealing. One day I called Steve and McDougal found out and was scared. He needed to find a way to discredit me. I guess he went to Pam Chambers to tell her about it, and she told him that I had stalked her younger brother Jukie when I was with him in the summer of ’01. I never did such a thing. The other brother Nate had woken us up one morning,because he needed Jukie’s truck. His had gotten repossessed through the the morning, and he had a job to do. He slipped up and said he was going to get $2,500 from Boo, one of my brother’s co-defendants, a drug dealer. Pam was a Seargent with Pontiac at the time. She wants to help McDougal because I know her brother is getting money from a drug dealer, which most likely she’s a “drug dealing cop”.

She tells McDougal at some point that I’ve stalked her brother Jukie before. Their brother Nathan tells that lie, because he got a big mouth, talking bout he’s going to get money from who the Feds call a “King Pin”. One that today has done every lick of his time, my brother has, too. Nathan Chambers thought I was nothing, just someone his brother could lay up with and he could lie on. He knows better these days. My father was a dealer, too, caught in ’82, and he started working with the Feds then. He dealt drugs with Don Cornelios of “Soul Train”. He did 18 months on his indictment; my brother did 19 years on his. He didn’t want to snitch. I did four for my man, who wasn’t really my man at the time. I got to prison protected. Those LIFERS run prisons. They walked past me every day, “You alright? I would answer, “I’m okay”. Everybody knew not to mess with me. Only the real troublemaker’s mad trouble. I’m starting to question if they were making trouble getting me to RTP so I could have my own room. From day one it was a setup, like they set Steve up with this young girl meant to break his heart and turn him out on drugs. The same way Pam Chambers brother, Jukie was meant to turn me out. After he got me pregnant, he told people that he never asked me to be his girlfriend. This child they put on Steve almost got him to marry her. After she got him to fall in love, they turned her out and she was smoking crack, having sex with different kind of men and one day I called and saved his entire life. That little boy in the hall, the Webster Hall at Central and 1200. My entire life in those eyes of peridot. God keeps putting us together. To tell the truth, I thought I had a choice. “My man” would look like me, be Black and beautiful. Nope, he's Italian

What lies we tell ourselves, what lies we tell…Amen

If there are stupid typos count them to OCSD, I'm not coming back to check until tomorrow morning 6-5

Grace Centers, No Hope, Not for me, Anyway.

About a year ago, I was homeless. I remembered that my job had did a “Team Depot” at Grace Centers of Hope on the corner of Woodward and Perry’s. A guy named Jaguar was running the place back then. I called and had to leave a message for a call back and never got a call back. So, I called my friend that used to work with our ex-mayor, his name is Dewayne Anthony. He was always nice to me. He was a good friend of Jaguars. I don’t know what had happened, but the program that was so good, before had turned into a space for White women and their children. When I did get a call back the women who worked there had the nastiest spirits and attitudes like I had did something to them. I mean just funky and nasty. Thet said they had a program that lasted an entire year. And the program had to be an entire year, no exceptions. I went to the office to speak to a woman, and was met by a man at the door that wouldn’t let me in. He acted like he had seen a ghost. I figured that was from the Oakland County Sherrif Department and they were primping the women out of the “Grace Centers of Hope” or having sex with them. The man who refused to let me in the door was White, too. There was about 20, women with children at the playground and all of them were White, too.

Back when I had come there with Home Depot, there had been several Black women living there, recovering from addiction, working in the kitchen and getting their lives together. I wasn’t on drugs, but I had no place to go. I had no place to live! I left a message that said just that and couldn’t get a call back. The woman that I spoke with I said that I was willing to work the program, but I didn’t need the program that long. I had a masters and If I could just work the program for a month, find housing and a job, that would be all I would need. That wasn’t enough, I needed to need more from them. It seemed I didn’t need enough. I had already got the feeling that I wouldn’t be wanted there, anyway. Most of the White women playing with their children on the playground didn’t even turn to look towards me. I had a vehicle then, I’ve found an apartment, with no help From Grace Centers of Hope. I think they may have thought I was uppity or something. That got me a look, like I was a ghost, again. An Asian woman walked past me and told me she was volunteering. I wasn’t there to help; I needed a place to stay and get on my feet.

I figured the OCSD had reached out and told them that I was some kind of spy or something. I practically begged. I remembered that I had torn their prostitution wide open. The men were having sex with the women; I could tell that when I was there the winter before. The women, especially the young ones only had help and empathy for White women and all their resources were going towards them. For a woman who had done four a White man she known for many years, but sacrificed those years for, that was disheartening. I was a Godly person. Even if he lied on me, I never told a lie on him and always gave my heart to Jesus. Dewayne couldn’t get me in. Jaguar was no longer running things he couldn’t reach out to him, anymore. I was just plain out of luck with Grace Centers of Hope, they weren’t helping “my kind,” anymore. I watched on the news, yesterday, our mayor with a Black woman that was being helped by Grace Centers of Hope. She had a daughter named “Miracle”. Yeah, it took me three (3) months to find my apartment. I bumped around in hotels for a month, spent time living in my car, and time living in Detroit with my nephew and brother-in-law. Thanks to OCSD I stayed on the street, they got me this bed bug infested apartment from a slumlord was my miracle. AMEN…

Look at that, nobody is smiling but Mike! He always smiling...

I go Home Anyway I Want...

My friend Brett and his mother are having troubles. I had to take him some clothes, because he doesn’t have any, and Brett talks too much about, about stuff he shouldn’t he shouldn’t talk about. Like when we spoke about L. Brooks Patterson for the first time, he told me that he was at the theater downtown dancing in the aisle, while the two of them, Patterson and Bouchard, did cocaine and young boys dance in the aisles and they played poker. It seems that he is still playing with bootie holes. His mother claimed she put him in the psyche ward, because he is losing it. He seemed fine to me. There is a bunch of good-looking men in there, and they seem to have good minds, too. I think Brett is a prostitute. He wanted me to know, but I didn’t want me to know. They used to lock me up and thought the aesthetics would make me feel better about prostituting, but I wasn’t comfortable at all. I was just as disgusted in the Forensic Center, as I was in that filthy jail.

St. Joseph Mercy Hospital used to be a Catholic Hospital. They used to have big crosses on the walls, now they have abstract sculptures and waterfalls. My cousin was up there, he’s an OCJ victim. He snuck up on me and I screamed. I found out about him when my nieces ex called me to tell me he had spotted him on the OCJ scanner website and he was released in an hour or so. I said to myself, “he has turned a couple of tricks and got out”. Brett’s mother has turned him in and made a few bucks, if he ain’t in on it, too. He knows that he can get more money from suing them than living in the psych ward for a week. “I am picking up what he’s putting down” And all the family members who were in there visiting. Their loved ones are being taken advantage of, and just because they are men doesn’t mean it’s impossible. If they are being dragged into a mental hospital, because they are good-looking to be pimped out to men or women, that is wrong. Brett is handsome and gay. He’s a good pick. Maybe his mom doesn’t know, and I’m wrong she’s not selling him. But…

Attorney Dana Nessel doesn't seem thrilled! When I got the letter about Dave Coulter, he freaked out on the phone, talking about Coulter being a freak, and not to believe it. I told him that the letter came from the IRS. He said Coulter was butt naked in a hotel room dancing around doing lines (cocaine). I got angry at him and asked him how did he know? I’ve never had cocaine in my life, and no one had ever done cocaine in front of me, but my father and he didn’t care. When I was 17, my boyfriend got up to knock out a guy whose house he was selling in, because he tried to pass me the pipe. My brother’s ex melted crack in my weed. I had no idea. She let me smoke the entire thing. I told Brett those were the three times I had gotten even closer to doing drugs and no one had never done drugs in front of me, why would someone do them in front of him, if he wasn’t doing them, too? He wanted to convince me so bad, he admitted he did lines with “boys” sometimes. Now, he is in the “nut house” with a bunch of male prostitutes. Male, young, handsome prostitutes. And Dave Coulter is sitting on his porch like this:

Do you think somebody at the IRS bamboozled me, because Gretchen Whimer is letting a woman's die in Huron Valley and I don't think that is right at all. Not when she's letting drug dealers go free, I wonder why?

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND GO TO SLEEP!

While in jail, I gained skills that I thought I would never need. Like being able to sleep with the light on. One woman who was literally a “street walker” told me while I was complaining that I couldn’t sleep, because they were keeping up so much noise. She said, “If you’re really tired, just close your eyes, you’ll go to sleep”. She was right and I slept until breakfast. So, many of the punishments that they try to give me, today they have already put me through and I have beat. Noise is their easiest way to disturb an inmate that wouldn’t cooperate. They would just tell them to do it and give away Aramark’s commissary come “store day”. That's the reason lotion is probably $10 a bottle, that is $1.25 at the Dollar Store, and a bar of soap that’s $ .75 is $5. It’s been Nine years since I’ve been there, and I’m sure it’s much more than that, by now. The way it gets so high is from paying the women for favors and prostituting. For the women who live in General Population (GP), it’s not fair. They don’t usually participate in “hooking”. They are usually mixed up in “Young Love Affairs”. The female deputies get off on that. But their thing is to turn the inmates on one another, have little lovers’ quarrels, and fist fights over some pretty little girl.

Then they come to where I live in “Discipline” and fight through there food slots. So, you have three grown women having an argument about who was the best lover, or who did who best first or last. It was wild. They would keep us up, too, the first night or day they got over there. They would shut them down sometimes by telling them I was there. As I said in my last blog I don’t like to tell their secrets, because I come to help. They don’t want their families to know about the things that go on in jail and the things they do. Unless they are OCJ Legacies. Then their mothers have been there and know what goes on already. Some of the older Deps carry on conversations with inmates about their mothers. Some even get out, Ms. Dudley prays they would get out, too. I wished I could blame Ms. Dudley. I've search her for evil and couldn’t find any. She had worked with those evil White men for many years and learned how to survive. I watched her snap cuffs on many women and all I could see was a woman who had learned to play the game and live well. BRAVO!

Now, the trucks and cars with bad mufflers that ride down Huron, are meant to disturb my peace, but they have taught me through their diabolical nature to live through it. Kinda like Ms. Dudley, you just go through it, day-by-day. Your skin gets tougher and tougher with every day every day goes by, until you just don’t feel no more. I mean there are large 18 Wheelers that brush up as close as they can to the curb, they shake the entire building. They somehow got in my apartment and are stealing things. They stole both pairs of my glasses and left me with only the boke pair. They want me to go to the eye doctor, and they’ll tell me my diabetes is killing me. Someone came into my apartment and sprayed something that caused me to think I had a stroke. I went to the hospital. They told me I had a stroke, a tumor and blod clots. I believe in God and I've survived 25 years of these evil men, and I believe it's been longer. They are so evil they think can kill me with lies and merely thinking about it. God is real and if you don't believe it believe it by me. All that noise outside my window and over my head is meant to disturb my peace and drive me mad. I will carry on, it won't touch my spirit, becaue it's all coming from a bunch of drug addicted, delusional, sub-human people...Amen

Morning Run...

My neighbor in Acute at Huron Valley >

Rosetta "They need to let her go" Bush

Well…Well…Well, I see they read my blog. I went out to get orange juice this morning. I went out this morning, because I drank orange juice in the morning and not to avoid the crackheads OCSD send out to harass me, but guess who showed up? Now, what are they trying to tell me? Thet aren’t crack heads? Well, I don’t know them. Furthermore, not one of them said a word or did nothing to me! So, were they telling me they are a crack head, and they come out before 10 in the morning? Either way it’s stupid. I hear that the cops that participate in illegal activities are sub-standard. Mainly, because no one shares anything with them, because they are no good cops. They know how to be no good and that’s it.

Some of them thought they would get fired, retire or go on a leave or something, snitch out their old coworkers and get on the winning team. No, you stay out until you need to tell something, and then you sit before the other rats and be a rat. That’s why your team is so weak. You’re too quick to let rats in. eager to cause confusion and make fast money like criminals do. The real cops know you peck at each other’s flesh and only the strongest survive. I know the good cops, well some of them. They admire my man and respect me. I don’t have to walk around swinging fake hair like my man runs the world, because I know it’s his job to protect it. To bring peace, not chaos, love not to hate. To let stores practice free commerce and not shut down an entire chain of drug stores in a month. Racketeering is the job of gangsters, not the Police.

Someone once told me, “They can’t get them all.” They can get enough that the killing stops, and the children in Pontiac can go back to getting a half-way decent education like I got, back before crack took the lives of the adults responsible for taking care of thing, so they don’t spend the money on drugs, before anything can get done that needs to be done. Better yet, so we can hire people who can do a good job, instead of being able to do an okay job despite doing drugs. Now, I know this includes Blacks and Whites. One thing I know now is White people do not eat their young. If someone in their fold loses control, they cut them out. Black folk won’t shame them, less they shame themselves and ruin their “game”. Whites believe children are the future, for real. Black folk send their children to the slaughter. If I hadn’t seen it all my life growing up in Pontiac, I would not have said it. I seen it in my own family. My father was indicted in 1982 and was on the front page of the Oakland Press, my brother got the front page in 1998. They both were dealing drugs. Me, God gave me the most overzealous narcotics cop on this side of Michigan when I was eight. I have never intentionally done a narcotic in my life. Do you see why I love him so much? God, I’m talking about Jehovah.

2018

Mom...Dad...Mike B. Don't Care, He Can't Save Mike B.

I have several issues that I have on my mind. At the top of my list is members of the Oakland County Sheriff Department knocking at my door, yesterday, May 28, 2026. I went out on a quick shopping trip. I like to go out early, due to crackheads having the tendency to get out late in the day. If I’m getting out, it’s before 10. Those OCSD like to use their crack heads from the jail to “call themselves” harassing me. Like I said I don’t really go out anymore. I ordered my groceries via Walmart. Since I discovered that they put stuff in my food at the local fast-food joints, I don’t eat there either. I came back, ate, and took a nap. I woke up and checked my phone and my neighbor had phoned, so I called her back. She informed me that the police had been knocking at my door, but hadn’t been knocking at hers, but mine and my male neighbor who lived upstairs. Since I’ve been sitting here, I’ve found out Sal, the guy upstairs is getting a welfare check. Come to find out he was up there butt naked.

OCSD has some young boys that are nice. I’m not going to be mean to them. It’s the old ones that are getting on my nerves and who the Feds are trying to make go broke. There are 70 trying to stay working in the Sheriff’s Department. I think they are going to cut that out. I think unless you have some skill. 50 is ideal. For a male or female in the jail or on the street 40 is perfect for a deputy. After that those inmates are hard to handle, even if all you do all day is sit and “chop it up all shift”. They made a place for themselves to thrive. A utopia of White folk to thrive and Mike Bouchard gets on T.V. And tells Waterford, Lake Orion, Orion Township, Oxford, Southfield, Farmington Hills, Bloomfield Hills, Township, Novi, Lake Angelus. Keego Harbor, Orchard Lake, Hazel Park. Royal Oak. Berkley, Hazel Park and others that when Michael Bouchard gets on television and tells tall tales about Pontiac that the women being sold in Oakland County Jail are Black and poor. All those women are of every race, creed and color. Those men in OCJ have a particular taste in women and the spectrum is filled by the women of Oakland County and passed around Wayne and Washtenaw Counties. Don’t think Detroit is not involved, just not as deep.

Sheriffs in Oakland County’s children go to private schools, drive vehicles at a great expense, with homes in the North with lakes, jet skis and boats. One Deputy “threw up” pictures of his two daughters and held a conversation about how he pays their tuition, car payment and insurance. We all know college students stay in their parents’ pockets. You are working for your children to live good, for them to get drunk, make a mistake, end up in OCJ and a deputy’s son or daughter get all the perks you have worked so hard for your child to have. All they’ve done all day is ride back in a chair and usher your child to the clinic to be sold to some pervert that picked their picture from the internet. You think you taught them better, but those “brides” know every which way to come. My sisters and I was raised by a pimp that taught us. Either you will pimp or be pimped. Not lay up with a woman, eat HOT FOOD and have sex in the Trustee Pod, after having sex with a deputy and his friends to be "special", because you told them they were special all their lives. Now they’re special sucking strange men’s penises in OCJ. Ms. Lydia a so-called Deaconess, likes to watch young women have sex in the doorway.

Then Ole Mike gets on television and drags Pontiac, and you read my blog, see my Black face and think it’s only happening to people who look like me, from poor and crime infested Pontiac. So, you don’t call Karen McDonald and ask her what’s going on and if what I say is true. You don’t go to the Feds and tell them what your daughter said. I know somebody did, because somebody let them railroad me into prison, and make me like it. I’ve seen you daughters pretending to like it and when the deputies turn their heads give me a sad face and a thank you, which let’s me beg God to let me make it through another day. I don’t want to tell their secrets, but I want you, the parents to know, I hear, “They need to learn a lesson”, too much. That’s not the lesson your child needs to learn! Bouchard doesn’t care about your child and comes to jail occasionally. Those deputies do whatever they want to them. They wouldn't let me take a shower!If you have the money, go get it, if you can borrow it. borrow it! Make them get a job to pay you back. Let them pay you back. Not until they act like they don’t care do you let them fester. There is a female deputy that stands in the doorway and watch two females have sex and claims to be a deaconess. Bouchard is running for office. Protect your children. PLEASE… I am a huge Karen McDonald fan. No one has come to my house on trumped charges to arrest me, since she's been in office and if they do, I'm sure it will be for a good cause. Patrica. my old ex best friend was beat by a law enforcement agent that's how this all started. That was 25 years ago. They fired him just last year...

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A Woman's Work

I’ve need to say before I get into this. A woman’s work is never done. I think of the female judges of Oakland County Circuit Court, and the little girl on her bench that she touched so gently when I went to testify on my own behalf when I was on trial twice for stalking Steve Wittebort. That little girl looks like a pint-sized version of her. Maybe her daughter or somebody. It let me know she was protecting someone she loved dearly. Lately, I’ve been threatening myself, with little innuendos about my nephew and my health. My two-faced friend who claims outrageous tales about civic leaders in the Oakland County Community. I see the judges that give lighter sentences to the people who prostitute in Oakland County Jail. They are mostly female. Rae Lee Chabot (not re-elected), Martha Anderson. Cheryl Matthews, Wendy Potts (not re-elected), Mary Brennan and Nanci Grant. These are all women. I don’t by any means believe that Mike Duggan was short of money. His biggest issue is the fact Joselyn Benson was gaining in the race. If they got Duggan out of the race they could get her in the governor’s seat and run the state. Who is “they” you may ask? Oakland County Sheriff’s Department (OCSD).

I got up this morning, and someone posted a picture of my nephew, Isaiah. He made the choice after graduating college to move to NYC. Like his father, my brother, he likes promoting dances and stuff. I didn’t post that picture of him. What does it mean? There is a young man on Central Street in Pontiac who was supposed to have been murdered, when somebody knocked on his bedroom window and shot him through the window. I say it never happened. I have a window that sits near the ground that my brother-in-law knocks on, because the traffic on 59 makes it hard to hear him knock. As I’ve told you, the OCSD has access to mt entire home via cameras. Due to my writing and stories, I tell, they are going broke. They have taken to posting inmates on Facebook. I don’t know what’s going on, but a lot of old friends keep showing up. I shouldn’t be writing this. My brother’s only son could be in danger. Like the female judges of Oakland County, I should just let them lies, cheat and their way to money at “the peoples” expense. Then I wouldn’t doing what I need to in my life and doing God’s will. God has not given us the Spirit of fear, but power and of a sound mind. 2 Timothy 1:7

Gretchen Whitmer is a person, who has been strung along by the filthiest men, who won’t let her let Krystal Clark go, because I’ve joined the fight. Every time I write a blog on setting her free, because they are losing money quickly. Having another woman in the office of Governor is one way they can help them they believe. Mike Duggan won’t let anyone tell him what to do. That’s a losing battle. Joselyn Benson will create the “perfect storm”. She has a son, too! They got something on Duggun and moved him out, to make room for Benson. They are hurting so badly that the county money isn’t enough to get them back on their feet. Dave Coulter isn’t letting up on the Count’s money, and to get back on their feet, they’ll need more than the county has. Coulter isn’t giving up. Orion Township is proof of that. It’s not Coulter asking for all that OCSD money. They are in it with the executives. The only city is Pontiac. All the rest are rich townships. They want to know how much they can ask to steal. The people thin Pontiac is a bad place and they are above the “Blacks” when they are being scammed and that Heather Catallo is helping the OCSD pull the wool over your eyes with those disparaging reports on Dave Coulter. She real dirty. Pray for me and my nephew.

They've disabled me from playing youtube video So it appears, touch the toutube link! Krystal