Water Woes: Interracial Relationships

I just cussed out the air, but I was really trying to cuss out Steve. I can’t cuss him out, because the people he work’s for don’t want him with a Black. Blacks don’t want him with a Black either. See, they’ve been coming into my house and stealing my stuff and tainting my water. My case manager at CNS told me that they are letting the bad cops into this mission and making it drag on longer than it should. I believe that, now, because what they are putting in my water is killing me. I’ve never been so sick in my life.

I told y’all they know specific drugs that can give certain symptoms that mimic different sicknesses and diseases. I’m supposed to be diabetic, the woman at CNS gave it to me. The people looking out for me allowed me to be shot up with saline. The woman at the hospital I was in last month told me I was never being shot up with any diabetic medication. Psychotropic medication either, it would have done damage to my system. My mother lived at 83 years old and never had any issues like me. She abused alcohol, smoked and had six children. Was cut once to tie her tubes. I have never abused anything, I have blood clots, tumors high cholesterol, diabetes, and a mental illness that came on when I was 40 and refused to prostitute for the local sheriff’s department. It actually started in prison when I was railroaded for writing a White cop love letters.

With diabetes you get Neuropathy. It’s where your hands and feet get numb and hurt. The stuff they put in my water mimics those symptoms and makes my stomach hurt. It’s not just my hands and feet. It’s my hands and eyes. I’m mad, because the people who are supposed to be looking out for me see the hoodlums coming into my house and tainting my water and stealing my clothes. See, they let them, because they want to catch them tainting my stuff and stealing my stuff, because someone, when caught is going to squeal. I just want to know why I got to suffer?

These are all Jealous men who envy Steve. Men who want what he has; me. They want him to be down and low. He doesn’t use drugs or he isn’t lonely. He’s been had me since 8 years old, and will always have me, I love him. They’ve been through all my exes, asked them all about me and I’m without spot or wrinkle, in Pontiac terms. They tainted my water the other day, I had to cuss out the delivery boy who looked like he could be Steves and my son. This White man stood outside his door, waiting for what? I don’t know. I guess he didn’t mind being on tape. They really believe they’ve left me. I went to drinking tap water and got this in the mail:

They think I am as stupid as they are. If they believe that they don't see them! And that Steve would just let them in my house. Especially taking my "Italy" hat, and he is Italian. They are jealous of his Italian heritage, and got friends at the DNA place and going around telling people he's not Italian!

ENOUGH

Here is the one problem I’m having with this prostitution thing, these women don’t want to go to prison, Washington is helping by keeping the women’s prisons overcrowded. The women who are prostituting keep the population down. Keeping them on the streets is dangerous to society. I believe that’s why judges help put an end to the corruption. They were elected to do a job, only they are letting criminals out for giving blow jobs. Only to go back on the streets to cause more death and destruction on the streets, my biggest and best example is always Tucker Cipriano. The kid they let out early that beat his brother to death and maimed his dad and tried to kill his mother. Seeing his friend on the stand shaking and saying. “Tucker would never hurt his sister”. What a great guy to spare her. Women aren’t usually that violent, but… Those boyfriend fights can be crucial.

One woman took a knife to her boyfriend’s chest. A whore was at her door immediately with a word. “You sliced his chest up! That’s a crucial area; he could have been stuck in the chest and died. That’s temp murder!” Then the woman panics and starts prostituting. Now, if she’s picked. She could just be a part of a “Freak Nasty Panty Dropping Party” and get out of her mischief. They really don’t want to go to prison. I try to tell them it’s better. Not these days, but 10 years ago, it wasn’t so bad. They get stuck on having an out date and get out at 12:01 am. In prison you get your outdated and must wait six months. Dirty people, if they don’t like you will pick a fight, to make you lose your date. You’re waiting those months hoping you don’t get in a fight or something. Those are things they tell you to scare you into prostituting, too.

I’d try and tell them it wasn’t that bad. The deputies are such good manipulators and so many of the women are so young. They try to convince them I’m gay, which is just stupid. The young girl at Popeye’s called me “baby”. She doesn’t have a clue. She be my grandchild. At the Dollar Store, there was a Chris Barnett look alike. I spoke to him last week; he’s the Supervisor of Orion Township. He really nice and gave me lots of his time considering he runs a town. The guy they sent looked like Uncle Fester. Chris is no Steve, but he is no Uncle Fester, either. Then there was a woman of 19 years old with her hair picked out down her back. When I went to prison for something I didn’t do, a trumped-up lie. I took Depakote, to live in a unit where I had a room for myself.

This little girl came into the Dollar Tree with her hair all combed down her shoulder. They do it all the time. I always remember the old saying “Hair ain’t never made a woman,” These days I have to believe in that, because I don’t have any. I was letting the Africans do it, but they (OCSD) got them to pull it all out. I’m telling you, they listen into my house and my phone conversations and run back and tell people what I say to get them on their side, sometimes, I truly believe they tape my conversations and let them listen. We will know soon enough. I hold on to who I am and who I used to be. In prison to be able to get my own room, I had to take the medication.Even if It took all my hair out. I have male pattern baldness. I'm still the same and don't judge other's, I don't want to sleep with women and should have that choice. Those Deps are surely nasty, and the Officers moved me 18 times, before I beat the breaks off Tamara Marshal and got my suite in RTP. That's also where I lost all my hair. I'm still who I am, still who I want to be, still the same...

Kelli Bryant: JAIL v. CFP II

I saw Kelli Bryant and she looked so good, and I said she must live in a crack house. You know when she’s not in jail, because her skin is dark and ashy. She’s out now, and usually in the summer you get dark. Not Kelli, her skin is bright like she’s been on a health kick. You must understand, the Forensic Center is a type of hospital. That means it’s a place you go and get healthy, Whatever ailment you have they will fix it. Kelli is not like me, she cooperates. She kept on looking at her hands. They look white, she has a skin condition; I’m thinking eczema and it’s getting better. Her face is already gorgeous. Miss Mary is loving and will order a tube of cream to heal your skin. Eczema runs in my family and I have a touch. She ordered me a tube of cream, but Sue stole it and did something with it. That cream was expensive and the tube that I had was barely used. Miss Mary is Black and Sue is White. I saw it, she put a dab on me that night. Sue, a thief, is White, came in and saw it and stole it. Miss Mary comes in in the afternoon, and that night, before I go to bed, she goes in my drawer to put it on. It was gone. Sue hit a good little lick. I heard she sells it on the street.

Miss Mary was good to me; I was still getting my period back then. She would wet a washcloth, put it in the microwave and heat it up and give me for my cramps. I loved her so much. They wanted to fire her about that cream that Sue had stolen. The nurse practitioner hated me. First, I wasn’t cooperating and y’all know me, I always have something to say. The nurse practitioner wasn’t a doctor, but she thought she was, and so did Sue. There was these three White women who cooperated to the fullest. The nurse practitioner loved them like Miss Mary loved me. She gave them whatever they wanted. I asked for cream for my feet. Lisa, Brenna and Myrna; Myrna from one of those foreign countries. Sweden or something. And didn’t speak English well. Whoring however is a universal language. Lisa asked for cream for her feet, she was at a table with her feet propped up on a table rubbing ointment o her feet. She wouldn’t let Miss Mary re-order the cream Sue had stolen. Dorothy had some kind of infection from having sex with those men and told the practitioner about it. She told her to stop listening to me! Me?

By now, everybody knew I wasn’t mentally ill, especially the nurse practitioner, I had been a medic in the Army and knew some basic things about medicine. Not a lot, but enough to “piss of” our practitioner. We only had three stalls and sometimes there was a line. Dorothy waited so I came after her, and she did have some kind of vaginal order. It wasn’t strong, because it was a ritual to bathe everyday at the Forensic Center, but a women giving a pap smear would notice it. I did just go after her in the stall, but she didn’t check on it and blamed me! We just talked a lot. Dorothy was smart all by herself. All the women at the Forensic Cener were “stand alone intelligent” the were just whores, which was a different kind of smart in their current situation. I’m not sure if I was really in trouble that I wouldn’t be one of those women. Hell, we were well taken care of there, but I had Steve and I love him. Besides, I was working to keep him out of trouble, what would I look like getting another man and posting up at the Forensic Center? Not good…

The reason why I wrote this blog is OCSD put this sorry up on Facebook, about a woman having bed bugs. I HAVE BED BUGS! Remember, I was homeless. I was living with my brother-in-law, my sister, who is dead, husband. One day he came home from scavenging with this apartment. My land lady had two grills in her hands, that got his attention, he get a good buck for grills. We came and sat in it a good half hour, no bugs or anything. I moved in, because she took my payment how I had them in four (4)s, I think. I quickly left my brother-in-law’s place in Uber, never felt comfortable there. I slept on the hard floor the first few nights, it took my cousin a minute to get my stuff out of storage. They are mad, I said Kelli Bryant looks so good. She does, and she didn’t look that good in OCJ, and they need to get her a “stay” so she can go back! She can go back, until her trial. It seems that they want to give her a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI). Depending on what she told them about Payne, and them, she could have a case. I know they tried to make me lose my mind. Sometimes, I didn’t take a shower for three and four days. I was miserable. They did whatever they wanted. Even now, I know they are the reason I’m in this bed bug infested apartment. My brother-in-law can't pass up a grill and she had two! They knew it was bed bug infested at one time. It's not easy to get rid of them. You don't see them, but you feel the itch!

It’s not that bad. When you consider homelessness. That's what they counted on to get me into this infested place. I wanted and needed a home. They’ll do anything to show the girls not to go against them. I’ll do anything to show they can and will be defeated. I’m an example of why flock is a dirty business. They watch everything I say and do all day. They count my baths, if I wash my hair, listen to all my phone calls then try to regurgitate it back to me like I’m nasty or something. When it is nasty and funky in that jail. That forensic center is so clean. You could eat off the floor. You might not get HOT FOOD, but you get peace of mind. When they tried to turn me out, this inmate flushed the toilet all night long, until the toilet erupted continually flushing. At the Center, you get up and shower first thing. You don’t eat without washing your face and cleaning your body. You don’t sit around with a whole lot of women who haven’t bathed all day. Everybody has taken a shower. EVERYBODY! I know Kelli feels nasty in that jail. I hope the make plans to send her back soon!

I'm telling you even in that yellow suit she looks damn good!

Kelli Bryant's JAIL v. CFP

HER SKIN IS DARK, IT'S WINTER!

I’ve been trying to tell you about Crumbley’s and how the mother was prosecuting for the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) while awaiting trial. OCSD took down the blog. I went to look for it to compare what I’m talking about to Kelli Bryant. She’s 30 pounds lighter. Compared to the pounds she had on her when she first left home and the ones she had on her before she left. See, they don’t feed you at the Forensic Center! Mr. Baker might have some Klondike bars or pizza sometimes, but it’s nothing like HOT FOOD. Calzones, potato wedges and nuggets. Cat ate so much, she raised her cholesterol so high she had to get open heart surgery. It’s not like that in Saline and they are nasty. Stan doesn’t like women and ain’t going to give you nothing and racist? So, I knew she was coming back skinny, but I didn’t want to mis-speak and be wrong or they fed her in an attempt to make me wrong and make look bad. Nope, she is much smaller. The Forensic Center isn’t a place filled with 100 Gumps. There are only two or three and the White!

ETHAN AFTER MONTHS IN JAIL

JENNIFER AFTER JAIL TIME

It wasn’t what they told her. They love to lie in jail. Boost everything up for the “let down”. She was happy to be back here to HOT FOOD, and Pepsi. Regular, you only get diet at the Forensic Center. The medication mixes badly with sugar and makes you gain weight. I mean Denice, might make you popcorn during the week, but nothing like OCJ. Those girls eat like queens; Cat gives freak shows in the gym. She eats whatever she wants she had 21 packs of cookies one time. That’s 33 cookies, 21 bags of chips and 6 nuggets. She was on the news with a scar down her chest from open heart surgery. I thought, “She ate so much HOT FOOD, she clogged her arteries and had to get heart surgery! “She got so much when they put me next to her when I went on my hunger strike, she gave me her dinner. I was funny she gave me nuggets wedged and peanut butter cookies for the first time. The Dep told me I couldn’t have it. She said if you take one more bite, I’m coming in there and flush it. I just ate faster.

I ain’t worried about Cat, she’ll do whatever they want. They took down my Crumbley blog, because those people in Oxford will have a fit when they find out they were feeding Ethan Crumbley after he killed those four teenagers, and the mother was having sex for money. In the pictures of him he is fat, and much bigger than he was free. So is his mother. Sure, their family could send them money for food, but they give so much away the prices are sky-high. You would need $500 a month for HOT FOOD, $1,000 for two people. They were giving it to them. Kelli Bryant will be large in a minute. She’ll be on 2, 4 & 7 tonight at 10 & 11 check her out, she has lost a lot of weight!

You must bathe every day at the Forensic Center. No jnuk food everyday, you get lotion and toothpaste she looks good. (SMH) HER SKIN IS BRIGHT, IT'S SUMMER! SHE MUST LIVE IN A CRACK HOUSE!

The Boys Club: Marcus Bowman

I was a Girl Scout Troop Leader in the mid-nineties, and I had about five or six girls who were bi-sexual and gay. They were nine and ten years old and were going with each other. I found it to be too much, because they were too young for that kind of stuff. At teen, I was still playing with my Barbie. These little girls were beyond Barbies and toys. You could tell by watching them, they had done things. There was one who was the head-dyke and her mother helped me with event and stuff and was great. These girls, however, were too much. I knew girls like that in school, but it was high school, this was a bit early if you asked me.

Well, when Dr. Diedra was Mayor there would be events and I went one afternoon and saw a few of those girls there hanging out. I walked up to the leader and asked how she was doing; she was doing well and didn’t have any children. Then she pointed to a young man and told me, but…did and that he was her “baby daddy”. I looked towards where she was pointing and there was this slender, tall and handsome brother with a whistle in his mouth refereeing to a basketball game. He had long dreads that bounced with him as he ran up and down the court. He was fine, which came as no surprise. She was a pretty young woman. It was Marcus Bowman.

Marcus is a member of Ahmad Taylor’s crew that plan to take over Pontiac and give it over to White men such as David Todd and Alan Bishop for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Maybe more, because they are damming the lake to make it seem viable. It is not and has run its course. Remember, the Clinton River use to flow over the Mill Dam when you drove in? It doesn’t do that no more. I told “Mayor Mike” Waterford needs to pay us for that water, because if they didn’t, we could make it flow through Pontiac and flow out. Mike would never do that, but it would make Pontiac lots of money, that lake is “liquid gold”.

They are planning to displace people with land that’s worthless, people they find worthless. They think they can dam it up forever and kick the Black folk out. Kenyada either is needed elsewhere or wasn’t doing a good enough job at the school board and had to be replaced, but he won’t do any better, he is also being controlled by the “D”. They keep telling Ahmad I can be handled. I was made homes in 1996, by David Todd, when he lied to Judge Christopher Brown a friend of my Father. My father’s, who must have understood he wasn’t the “big time” drug dealer he had been. I was on the street. On David Todd’s lie!

t Marcus Bowman will do no better than his wife. He will fail, miserably, too. There are people in high places that don’t want to see Pontiac swallowed up by these scoundrels. Everyone involved better understand that Ahmad Taylor is a snake and a snake, and snakes haven’t any loyalty to anyone. He can’t handle me, because I deal with people who will scoop him up and put him in a jail cell on an indictment at any time. Then the people will know Ms. Kaiser wasn’t lying. The

Orion Tell

So, I’ve been following this man named Chris Barnett. He and a bunch of other White men are mad at Dave Coulter, because he won’t give them numbers for their mileage. I’ve been calling him to talk about Oakland County and Mike Bouchard. I called him once, and he called me back. I didn’t call him back, because I had gotten a letter telling me that Dave Coulter has not cheated on his taxes. In my eyes that meant he was good. I wrote this blog saying that Coulter was a good man and Barnett was barking up the wrong tree. Well, I turned the blog into a “draft” and did some digging, because my regular friends who weren’t politicians asked me if I knew what the hell, I was talking about. Even the Attorney General was making funny faces. I’m a Black woman that shouldn’t be asserting myself in White men business, but when you are kidnapped by them, held hostage by them, and an attempt is made by them to make you their prostitute is tried. Their business becomes your business. These “Hood Rats” have no sense at all. I have an MBA and a Daddy that was a drug dealing pimp. I got this…I think.

I’m even going to give him a word on Priority whose little garbage boy buys sex from the McDonald’s on Orchard Lake in Keego Harbor, from the Mexican Women who work there. He called the police, because I was filming. The mothers over there are tired of them going in the bathroom buying sex. He thought I was one of them! Barnett, you didn’t call back, this is all I wanted…

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UWM...From Underwriting to Underpanties, Major Payne Style

I have people that call me from time to time, and we talk. When that woman left those three kids over there near Stonegate in all that filth and trash, I knew she was working for who we inmates at Oakland County Jail had named, “Major Payne”. He was a quiet little man, who if he didn’t eat protein as much as he did and work out as much as he did, with his bald head, would easily resemble a Q-tip. He reminds me of Steve in that both are skinny; true. What most people wouldn’t guess is that they both have speech impediments. So, neither of them talks much. Payne uses this as an advantage in his illegal activity The most you could get out of him is when you say, “Hi, Payne.” He would reply, “What up!” With a ghetto slur. He wanted me to know, he liked Black people, he could talk like them and everything. His crew was one-thirds African American, and the other one-third could recite Run DMC off the top of his head. It is all about money. Steve, too, he just makes it honest.

When my friend called me up and told me that Kelli Bryant worked at United Wholesale Mortgages, I figured she was working with Payne and them. She and some of the women had an apartment and they’d work ay UWM during the day and danced and prostituted during the night, when they weren’t turning “tricks” with exec during the workday. It was busy work, no time to be a Mama to two kids and have a full-time job underwriting loans. This is the culprit behind all the child neglect in Pontiac, while Mike Bouchard is on television crying, and carrying on, UWM has teamed up with OCSD and causing mothers to leave their children in filth and squalor. Anyone hear from the worst mother in the world, Kelli Bryant? She hasn’t picked up her last check from UWM, yet. J/K lol…

Brown, Paynes muscle was married to a deputy; I only knew her as Brown. They got a divorce and she started going with a drug dealer. Lanehart, they say he lived on the lake around the bend on Orchard Lake. That was some heck of some information to give me, most of the women knew what my man did. I guess that was the point. Hopefully, they’ll be swooping them up in the next bunch of cops and drug dealers. We’ll stay tuned for those events…