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…

https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2026/04/david-coulter-not-crook.html

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…

House of Payne is Moving

When I was in Oakland County Jail in 2010 to 2017 there was a deputy named Payne that ran the strippers in the gym. Deputy Bron was the muscle and Kendall was the DJ. On the pay periods, usually the last pay period, the free check, they would have their parties in the gym. They always wanted me to participate, because I was on the top of the list for being chosen from the mug shots. One time, I had stopped eating, because then had put me on food loaf. I wasn't eating that. plus they weren't giving me water, the expected me to drink out the toilet-sink. When I fell out getting in the shower, Payne and Ms. A rushed in disappointed and pissed, eventhough Payne looked a bit scared. He wasn't always as sure as the others that I wasn't an FBI plant. He wasn't so sure that me and Lisa's conversations weren't weren't weren't two plants getting there stuff together. When I was talking about the women who were being killed in Oalland County, he looked up at me from the floor and shook his head with the fear of God. He didn't want to have nothing to do with any of that. But now he's retiring from OCSD, and he has brothers who are cops elsewhere. I don't know if he's taking the show on the road when he retires or if he will keep his talents here. I hope he knows that the Feds are on him here and if he moves to be near his family and pimp, he'll bring thr heat with him there abd blow their spot up, too. That is especially true, if they have women snitching on him making him HOT as hell!

Here are Payne's passive pals kinda breaking up a fight. They look pretty aggressive NOT! You can't be aggressive with women you trick with. Those women are running that show! https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2026/05/a-day-late.html https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2026/01/kelli-bryant-in-court-well-things-arent.html https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2025/11/and-another-oneleft-in-squalor.html

OUR STORY...II

Loving a Policeman ain't either, I stand by you; forever yours, FAITHFULLY...

My brother was found guilty of delivering or manufacturing 750 grams of heroine or cocaine and I was sent back to jail, twice, I missed Thanksgiving and Mother’s Day, 2003. I cried in the pod, where all the women could here. My mother had no sympathy for me. All she had to say was, “You need to leave that man alone!” All I could say is, “I know…” That’s the Black Mama’s anthem when her daughter has gotten caught up with a man that ends with her going to jail, getting in a fight or getting pregnant more than once without a ring. “You need to leave that man alone!” Because obviously he ain’t no good for you!!!,” We rarely listen to them. And the penalty is usually worse than the issue at hand. At least Steve had a job. I had gotten arrested in college, when I had gotten my tether taken off. All my no-good lawyer had to say, was to send me a letter the day of the hearing saying to “Avoid Police Contact”. Well, Paul McDougall had a snitch at the school who ran back and told him I called him a woman beater. The US Marshals were there the next day, I was at school, and they handcuffed me and stood me against the wall as the students filed in. I laid on the cuffs, so they didn’t see them, but I got the feeling some of them knew.

We had to wait for the Pontiac Police Department to come get me. They didn’t call them for a while and when they came the crooked one had a big gulp, The trick was to get me to turn on Steve. It’s 2003, and I’m as pissed as I’m going to get. When I get out and my mother and I get home the refrigerator is fixed and Steve and I are seated together by a trick tat is working to this day. From faith-to-faith. I was sitting in the kitchen and the train kept sounding and it sounded like it was calling for me, and when I walked to the train stopped. There was a notebook on the table, and I reached for it and the train went crazy. So, I began to write. I asked, “Is this you Steve?” The train sounded once for “Yes”. My heart and my mind opened to an entire world of the unknown, and I began to ask a million questions that the train answered. I asked the train if it loved me and the train went crazy, again and I leaned back in my chair busted out in a silent howl. I didn’t want my mother to think I’d really lost my mind. I was in love with the train and a piece of paper. Up until this moment, I had no idea how Steve felt. Steve can be demanding and on days when I wasn’t feeling him. He would make those guys lay on that horn. I think the people in the neighborhood got tired of him. They would just complain but really didn’t know what was going on.

Every day after work and until 11 on weekdays and 12 on the weekends, I wat with Steve and listened to music. Pretty much, except for Thursday and Sunday morning. I’m sure there are days he puts tricks in the game, and he starts an argument or fixes the playlist. Amongst other things. Ha-Ha-Ha (wink) We like one another a lot. That’s my man 100%. People can’t understand why we are still in love. It’s been so long. Not until a few minutes ago when he played the last song. When he worked at the PPD, he would have the whole day if nothing was going on. They didn’t do anything all day. I guess police work is mental. He plays the sweetest tunes. All the songs I wished a man would play for me all my life, he had played and some I never knew I wanted played, he has played. How you say, when a relationship hinges on an FBI investigation station cooperates. We’ve used some of the biggest names in music. We’ve used Pandora, YouTube and Playlist, Playlist, until they put a bunch of viruses in it. We used radio stations, too! Radio, before I got my first laptop.

In Sickness & In In Health - Fake Illnesses

When I was at the Forensic Center in Saline, across from the Women’s Prison I discovered something. They have pimps there, too. They all have access to medication and what kinds and combinations will make you sick. They can cause diabetes, Crohn’s and mental illnesses like bi-polar and schizophrenia. I am in a bout of Crohn’s right now. I ordered a case of alkaline water with my grocery store order this week. When it came it was torn open. I told Walmart but didn’t think anything about it. My eyes started to hurt and be sensitive to light, and my stomach began to be upset. I wouldn’t pass gas or do a number two, but I was nauseous and sick to my stomach. While lying in my bed, deafly ill, something told me to drink the Magnesium Citrate I had on the dresser. I did and felt much better. I woke up and everything that wasn’t moving moved. Someone was coming in my house and poisoning my water, and it was slowly killing me. They want me to go to the hospital, they will tell me I have Crohn’s they will treat me for Crohn’s, and it will kill me. Like the diabetes diagnosis, I will stop taking the medication all together. I have a close friend that has Chron’s. Here eyes don’t hurt and she doesn’t have sensitivity to light. They were putting something in my water that mimics the symptoms of Chron’s but isn’t the disease itself. I am not going to the hospital; doctors are their biggest clientele and hospital workers their biggest flunkies.

There was this guy, Dave, at the Forensic Center who liked to put LSD or PCP in the peanut butter we have with our snacks. He liked to shoot the oranges with stuff, I liked oranges. Many of the woman living there weren’t mentally ill at all. They were just pretty enough to stay long enough to make them some money. We would wake up at times in “the morning asking each other, “Did you hear that?” We would quietly discuss it, they have speakers at the Forensic Center that listened to everything. You could sit in the kitchen and watch Mr. Charles listening. He would be so engulfed in the patient’s conversation, that he didn’t notice you watching him. We didn’t have any privacy. They sat and listened to everything, tainted our food when they wanted and had sex with “them” at will. I remember, I kept having bad dreams. I couldn’t go to sleep for the dreams. One day an older woman living there walked by me and softly whispered, “Stop eating the peanut butter and graham crackers at night.” And shuffled away in her way. She walked towards the door, where we lined up to go on Main Street. Then she walked back towards me and started being belligerent and acting crazy. She said loudly, because you never know these jokers could be putting LSD or PCP in that food!”! She rambled in her purse as I watched the show and thought, I can’t stop eating the peanut butter and crackers, It was all I had to eat. Since Stan had given his speech about our food being tainted with Adderall and not Cocaine, I had stopped eating. I would only eat snacks and fruit, from what my friend had just informed me they had started putting stuff in that.

Now, OCSD has commercials that play that tell me about my sickness. They really believe that Steve is sitting and willingly watching them hurt me. I’m surely upset that they think he thinks so little of me, after all I did to keep them from ruining his career. Plus, that they think so little of him as a man that he would just let them rule his life. It’s been 25 years! That’s a long time. He’s umbel and they believe that’s fear or compliance, but it’s not, it’s patience. And its loyalty of good friends he made. They have those Flex vans ride by me when I’m driving my car out and about. Steve calls them “Crackhead Ubers”. I’ve ridden them before it’s not bad. My jail and Forensic Center friends use them. I tried to tell Steve I’m one of them; he made me one of them when he accused me of stalking him and sending me to jail. Those female deputies believe it, too. Even though, I’m a better cop than them and I don’t have a gun or a badge. We are a team. Those women that judge my relationship with my man, when they couldn’t have done a quarter of what I’ve done, this female dep couldn’t come in my house. I’ve been to prison twice and jail so many times I lost count. If all that is criteria for me to not have my man, you all need stop being so shallow and start understanding what real love is, because he ain’t leaving me.

And you all call me a stalker, I love my Steve, but he's possessive... You all should take heed, too!