Whispers in the Night

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

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

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

THE GAY BRIGRADE AND THE GIVEAWAYS

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

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

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

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

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

LEAVE ME ALONE!

I’m not going outside.

Until the Coast is Clear.

You’ll know when that is.

You don’t dictate the rules.

You should know that by now

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

Dear Walter Moore

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

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

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

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

Cause the Mayor was getting High

Chris Jackson: The Reason for the Season

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

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

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

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

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

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MIKE, CHRIS, CORNBREAD & ME II

This is a Black man in law enforcement who has been caught doing illegal things in his city. I don't even know what city. It has no revelance in my story, because it's not in Oakland County. Yet, it helps prove a point. Corruption has gone on in Oakland County longer than this man is old. A man's wife has worked there fixing the personel files over 50 years, while he stole from Sears that they have shut it down. It's a consortium, and Blacks have been left out of it and picked out for extinction. Men like Mike Bouchard get on television and convince people it's Black men running the drugs in our cities. It's White men, in reality and White cops like Bouchard if the real truth is told! Oakland County is one big RACKTEER, they even killed seven children 50 years ago and got away with it. Their "own" kids. I can't get over how much the prime suspect looks like Michael Bouchard. RHS

I hate because of Steve, people believe I chase after men. Chris Barnett wore a onsie with his little appendage hangin down. He was inviting people to a carnival in Orion. I thought, I can run an entire township. When I first met Mike he held my hand to long, and I thought, "I can run a County?" I heard about Cleopatra and know for a fact it's true. They know because they looked through my past at all my men and knew for a fact I never had a married man. There is the tell about Steve and that White woman. THAT'S NOT HIS WIFE! For some reason Chris Barnett doesn't have a wife. He put up a pic with no ring, but it doesn't matter, he does have a lady. I respect her and digress. He was trying to help Mike, however, Mike is beyond help. Putting up pics of shady Black men won't save him. They lock up Black men all the time. What's going to be the thriller is when you and your "boyz" go down, MIKE!

MIKE, CHRIS, CORNBREAD & ME

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I believe that I’ve been tested. I’m in no way shape or form interested in men for status or money. My man is fine. I want the federal agent that thought it would be nice for me to contact Chris Barnett, because I’m into hefty White men know that you obviously don’t like him, because you knew I would reach out and be just this nasty and snarky. I believe in God and that is the only way I got through these pimps and negroids that have tried to ruin my life. There is no other way to make it through such privileged men that believe you are so low that turning you into a prostitute would be so easy. To lock children in a burning building and pretend to save them is ludicrous. I’m not for sale. If you looked at my picture and thought, I looked good enough to get off Mike’s back. You should have looked in the mirror and saw you weren’t good-looking enough. You should have read my blog; Mike can’t save himself. His guys have turned on him; they are broke. They think, however; they will be let in with open arms and let into the fold with open arms. I think they were sadly mistaken. Not after 25-years of corruption. Don't think all your names aren't to the Feds by now!

Just because I like on White man, don’t mean I like them all. You can’t trick me! I keep telling y’all my Daddy was a pimp that taught his daughters the game. I just took the route he should have taken and turned to Jesus. That’s why you will never get your paws on me. He told me who loves me, and I believe Him and nobody else. David, stop looking defeated. Woodward ain’t dragging you into the dirt. I still got my letter from you. Mike, Chris and Carlson, I never got a letter from the IRS about you.

Can you tell who is guilty? Well, I know it's Bouchard. I spent four (4) years in his jail fighting off his pimps and about half an hour telling Chris Barnett about it. MIKE