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.

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Krystal Clark: We Are all God's

Krystal Clark is a stranger to me. I left Huron Valley for the last time in September of 2009. I started hearing about her last year. I recently wrote about her situation, as well as my experiences in prison while I was there. I just came to realize that although it’s the same system, it’s a different governor. Jennifer Granholm was in charge of Michigan in 2004-2008, Gretchen Whitmer oversees Michigan, now. These are two different people. Our current governor is affectionately named, “Big Gretch” by the “Boyz in da Hood”. She has given several of them commutation and released them from prisons in Michigan on drug charges. I know, because she let my “bad ass” little brother go in 2023. He just finished parole in February of this year. I don’t want her to put him back in prison, God forbid, but I do want her to let Krystal out. My brother did 19 years, and that was more than enough time, but Krystal is dying. She wasn’t dying when she got there. She needs better healthcare, healthcare she will not get at Huron Valley.

Gretchen Whitmer has a likeness for drug dealers, I wonder why? I hate to anger her and cause people to question her morales and habits, but in my opinion a drug dealer is a far worse menace to society than a person who robs and steals. Usually, a person robbing and stealing is doing it to get drugs. It was so bad in the 80’s they declared war on drugs. Many of my friends died and got killed, had crack babies and got strung out on the streets. I believe rehab is the answer, but so many are living in their addiction that they believe that it’s “not that bad,” While drug sentences are longer, rehab sentences are shorter. That’s just wrong. Now, we have a governor who lets drug dealers go and dying people suffer in a hell they’ve created for them.

I am begging you Your Honor, please let Krystal Clark go! Release her and let her get the care she needs. It seems that you care for drug offenders more than you do for her. How could that be true? We are all God’s children and she, God’s child needs help and you can help her. Please, find it in your heart to help her. To the young men who have been released on those drug cases and women, some whom I have helped. Reach out, and ask Governor Whitmer to free Krystal for mercy sake, thank you…

FARMINGTON HILLS: Once a haven, now a Cat House

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This will be short. There was a murder in a park in Farmington Hills. I was watching Channel 7, and the community wants to know answers. Woodland Hills Park is a quiet place where people go to visit nature. The Police Chief claims that he has no idea what is going on with this case. It just happened “out of the blue”. I want to tell the people of Farmington Hills, my story, and maybe it will shed a little light on their story.

My name is Lesley Stanley. In 2010, I was arrested and charged with stalking the Chief of Police in Pontiac. Without a tether that I could not afford, I had to reside in Oakland County Jail, until my trial. While there, I discovered the deputies were running a whorehouse out of the jail’s clinic. Men and women were being sold for money to county workers, Lee Construction workers and even local attorneys.

I resisted, and didn’t give in. The men and women have access to the inmates’ mug shots and picked us from the county’s website. I was chose a lot and was harassed and tortured by the other women who were involved in prostitution. It was a trying time and I was acquitted, was accused of other stalking crimes. To get me back to be sold; NEVER!

In 2024, I was living in a small apartment and working at Home Depot. OCSD lost my job and my apartment. They are collaborating with my landlord right now to try and make me lose my apartment with hopes that I will give up and begin a life of prostitution. I floated all over Oakland County living in hotels that were nothing but brothels. After the Palace closed all the hotels became cat houses.

In July of 2025, I moved into a hotel in Farmington Hills. I can’t say the name. I got a settlement from them in February of this year, 2026. I agreed not to discuss it. I was kicked out this hotel, because I refused to participate in being sold. They called the police on me one morning after I made a complaint about being harassed by staff and guests. One day I left and wasn’t allowed back in my room. I slept in my car almost the entire night.

I went back to get my things and was told to first call the police. I did and while I sat waiting, a young man did donuts in the parking lot where I sat in the bank next door. The cop pulled up and he didn’t see bothered. We went in and got my things, and I got most of them. It was my birthday month, and I saw the cop on his laptop. He was looking up my plate to see if it was expired. It was not. He pulled up very close to my bumper and followed me down 12 miles. Farmington Hills has turned into one of the criminal hubs in Oakland County. The murder could be drug related, or sex related. Maybe he was buying sex. Who really knows.

More Lies, More Garbage...for More Toys & Money...OCSD

They think I’m afraid, and there is no such thing. I must continue to expose these criminal cops to who and what they are. You see, picked up the phone to call an old friend in 2001, and haven’t had peace since. I must admit that I’ve never tucked my tail and gave in either. I would, but without Faith, it’s impossible to please God. I have faith in God that I will come out on the other side of this thing without having to bow to evil. I hope to get out of it alive, also. I heard something rather disturbing yesterday. While discussing what to do about me, a man suggested I get beat and raped. I guess he didn’t read my file. I was beat and raped. I was a few days away from my 15th birthday, when a man named Kieth Collins raped and choked me in a small field yards away from my home. Getting up telling me that it was my fault. That was the punishment, the idea that I had brought it all upon myself. I had rejected him when I was 12, I can only imagine he doesn’t take rejection well. The men of the OCSD are want to-be demigods, who think they can get away with whatever they want. It lets me know for sure that men. Demented and deranged men see rape as a punishment and that it has nothing to do with sex.

I sleep with the television on these days, because I have made a bunch of enemies telling my version of the truth. People out their doubt if I will make it. This is a lot and they watched OCSD take down better people than me. Crackheads, all crackheads who didn’t believe in God, and above all weren’t innocent. I made a phone call to the little boy I met in the third grade at Webster. I was going to try and get next to him to help my brother. They were smarter than I was, and back then I didn’t know the game. They protected him and I had no protection. So, when I see Mike Bouchard on television lying about children, a child, I wonder who is protecting him. It seems that they don’t understand they have leaks in the foundation of their organization. They keep using these babies and the news to get what they want. Now it’s trying to convince these hard working upper-middle people in Oakland County they need drones and other new technologies. Recently a group in Royal Oak started a recall effort to on their County Commissioner, David Woodward. Money is tight, and those people don’t have it to give way. Not without the proper procedures taking place,

And that was Woodward’s biggest mistake, not letting the people of Royal Oak have a voice. This is America. Free Speech is first. He must have skipped Civics class. We had to learn all the amendments in short form in American Government. I had who my brother and two sisters had before me, Mr. Nuss. When the people rise against the government, the government has a problem. The OCSD has an issue with those drones and are now afraid other cities will reject them. As you can see from “dirty Dave” there is money, personal money to be made from drones. What is called FLOCK technology. What better way to convince a community to buy in to drones than a woman being car jacked and shot in front of her child, what’s even worse the child having to get help! After what I’ve been through with the local hospitals, that woman wasn’t shot. Who is she? Show me here wound! Lies and Garbage I say. You know they say they lied to the parents of the “Oakland County Child Killer’s” kids forever. There are no sacred cows, just dollars and cents. Remember…PRAY!

The Lord’s Prayer Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Hospital Antics

I haven’t written in over a week. I started getting this strange smell in my house. I woke up one morning with an awful headache. I thought that I had a stroke. That’s what happened the last time I had a stroke, but I couldn't remember. For a few days after it happened. I couldn't remember how to use my phone or my address, telephone number or birthday. Right now, I’m relying on auto-correct to type this blog, because I forgot the laptop’s keypad. Somethings are better than others, and It’ s getting better with time. I but not quick enough. I put off writing this blog, hoping it would get better, but it is, but very slowly. It’s been just about two weeks, and I still feel like a kindergartener on the first day of school.

Trinity Oakland – St. Joe

When the headache wouldn’t leave and the memory loss kept gettinglike what happenen when I had my first stroke, I went to the hospital. That was a huge mistake. Physicians spend more money on prostitutes than most, because they can afford it. While at Caro, Sara Gaynor turned many “tricks” at Hurley Hospital. When I got there, they made me wait. Said my stroke happened a week ago and wasn’t high priority. After about an hour, they took me to have a CATSCAN. It came back and said I had blood clots. I was shocked. No one in my family has ever had blood clots! They gave me an IV with Heffern in it, a blood thinner, but it’s how the doctor told me. He pointed at me and said, “You have blood clots.” And walked away. I don’t remember a lot, but it was real scurvy how I found out I had blood clots.

They hooked me to the IV and put me in a room, but I was never comfortable. It was the straw that broke the camels back, when they hadn’t contacted my sister. No one knew where I was. They could do anything, and it seemed they were. I left and went home to call my sister. She told me that if they say have blood clots, and I did. She is a doctor. They started putting me under for a scan, and it became dangerous! People go under and don’t come back. I made up my mind that I was leaving again. This time, however, they were reluctant to leave. They did everything to stall me leaving. I called the police and they wouldn’t come and told me to call hospital security. I finally got out, found the elevator and got on. It stopped in mid-descent. I called the police again. They finally opened the door.

McClaren Hospital – Osteopathic

I went home and took a bath, and changed clothes, because no one offered me a bath or a wash up. I wasn’t interested in taking one anyway, there surely prostitution vibes there. They pimp their patients and put stuff in their food and water to incapacitate. I stopped drinking it and when I got home my heart was beating and I was sweating. I could barely put my clothes on. I called an ambulance and went back to the hospital, only this time I went to Maclaren, the old Osteopathic. I knew that I didn’t have a tumor or a blood clot. McLaren supported Trinity’s lie. Showed me pictures and everything. I told them about St. Joe, and the professionals were great. Those other ones were horrific. I went up to the nineth floor, there was a guy with this hair, and this big fat chick reigned. They refused to feed me. I didn’t eat at Osteopathic for over 24 hours. Control is real in prostitution. Nobody let me off my bed. All I could think about was Monica Canady and her children and the lack of compassion for them. Killing is something the OCSD is not afraid to do to cover their crimes. Thet get low IQ people to do their dirty work. Those young flunkies are not nurses. The Stat needs to check on all that;

A Day Late...

This morning, I was up and out to go to the bank and pay my rent. Last month, they paid me on the third. That was two days late. I phoned my landlord and informed her that I would be late with the rent. She was good with it. I paid her and we went on with my business. Now, it’s this morning, the first, and I’m going to the bank to deposit $700 in her account. We both have the same bank and they allow me to deposit the rent into her account. I transfer the money into my USAA account and they tell me that I put it in the external account and it’s going to take three to five days until I will have access to my money. I have never had to wait for money to transfer from any kind of account. An Oakland County Sheriff deputy comes in the bank, the girl waiting on me takes a long time. She’s waiting on him to get there. He comes in with an envelope and does something; I never look at him. When I’m done with that, I go out to my SUV, and he’s still out there sitting talking USAA. The deputy is still sitting next to me, and people are coming in and out and he’s still waiting. Finally, he leaves. I finally left and head back to the house.

Michael Bouchard was on with Simon last night. I hope he doesn’t think that being a few days late on my rent would cause me to become a prostitute. My landlady says things are just fine. I told her all about how the OCSD try to give me a hard time and make me sell myself for them. I’m truly astonished at how easily they believe I will change everything I believe to start turning tricks to support myself. Are all women so easy? To wait five days for my rent does not mean that I will lower my standards and sell my body, because I can just wait. I love me and would never stoop to that level.

They got Kelly back yesterday, what they need me for?

One Woman in a Double Cell: Doing time, inside and out

I think I’m being trolled by a homosexual. He believes that I’m in some way scared of him and “The Boys”, all the people just walk into our city and think they will steal us out of house and home. I just think it’s sad to have to put up with this mess for now, anyway. I mean they are everywhere thinking their games are not showing. I think they were all in elementary school, when this all started. Coleman Yoakum has spent 42 million on Webster, alledgedly. Pontiac, can you tell? Nope, a splash of paint and some new light fixtures and a sign. They come here looking for a pay day and will leave in handcuffs. He thinks that if he could just get between me and my job, he could run this entire city. He got Mike in his pocket and that is almost enough, but this town is tricky. These people take their EBT to the Fish Market and buy King Crabs from the fisherman. We aren’t into the simple life and when somebody does something like Coleman did with that Micah 6 organization, we need to have a feast after the harvest for our children. I met my man at Webster in 1978. That place holds a sincere spot in our lives and our hearts, and we would like to see it and those children attending flourish. I hear, however, you’ve spent all the money.

These buildings that are being bought and sold by “friends” in this city, men and man or women and woman. I did know our city had turned into Sodom and Gomorrah. In between sexual partners and orgies, they are smoking dope, sniffing coke or shooting heroin between your toes, this is my home. My father was raised on Luther and Howland, my grandmother ran the Baulking Building, where the men coming from the South could rent a room, have a drink or gamble in my uncle’s juke joint in the basement. We all came here from another place, but not to be shamed by a hand full of young men who think we are fools, or the few tokens who plan to pick up the coins they leave behind. We can never forget them, God forbid! Like the Tou-Bab that helped them steal our people from our land, whose only job was to move close to the main house, “stepping and fetching” so to say.

Like those who helped the Toubab in capturing our people, leaving our land and villages ravished and desolate, for the capture of our people. Some were even captured themselves to take part in the riches they got for selling their own people. Who are these people you may ask? People who we expect to help us every day, but who only gather all their riches and hoard them for their pleasure, men and women who are also confused about their origin, but don’t know a soul to protect or care for. Statesmen, Countrymen and Scholars or those who don’t have titles or educations at all. You are not my enemy, but you can be, if you want to be. For me, my future is right here. I won’t be swayed to be a bully or an adversary, but we can be friends. Please, try not to judge my clean habits or my love of the Lord, and I won’t judge you.

When I was in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ) there was a Trustee that would never leave me a dinner tray. She dared not leave my food slot empty during breakfast or lunch. At that time there was a female that was doing everything, but supervise dinner trays, everything that she was supposed to be doing before the trays got to us. There was no reason for this girl not to leave me a tray. At least as far as I knew, but one evening the deputy called me a liar and I didn’t eat for 12 hours. The next time she tried to do it, the Head-Trustee caught her right outside the door on my left side and whispered, “You can’t not be giving her a tray!" The young woman looked at her hurt. “Why does she get to live in there by herself. I didn’t want to be in a cell with a girl either!” She looked at the Head-Trustee with a little hurt and a lot of anger. I guessed they were forced into a homosexual encounter. I had fought a couple of times and had nearly fought quite a few times. They knew what was coming every time. She was puny and wouldn’t have held up as well as I did. The deputies are in on it, too, sometimes they just walked past you when they are doing their rounds. That’s when they become something other than their name. I thank God for my mother’s tall build and God helping me fight my battle to continue to let me be who I was in there and out here. God bless that Trustee, because I got my dinner. Twelve hours is a long time---

Matthew 5:9 - "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God."