Not so Fast, Mike!

I have a few questions about this attack on this Jewish temple in Bloomfield Hills. I don’t believe it was a terrorist attack at all. That show of police force was overwhelming. It seems that somebody knew something was about to happen. That was too many cop cars at one place too quickly for me. Why were there so many cops available at noon in Oakland County? How did the State Police get there so quickly? They don’t have a station in Oakland County, not one that they could get to Bloomfield Hills so quickly! This scenario was set up, and all those cops were waiting for their cue to head out to the so-called terror scene. That is what it had to be. Mike Bouchard made himself the leader of the incident immediately. Sure, he is the Sheriff, but Bloomfield Hills has their own Chief, who was technically in charge. Normally, the Sheriff doesn’t get involved unless asked. He was out on the street giving updates and answering questions immediately after the incident occurred. Since the FBI has taken over, they haven’t had one press conference or spoken to the public at all. I think because they know something is fishy.

Here I go with my movie analogy, but I love the movie Backdraft. You know the one with Robert De Niro, Kurt Russell and that fine Billy Baldwin. Somebody was setting fires that put themselves out. They were killing bad people in the city. Whoever was creating the scenarios of death, knew fire so well that they knew the exact concoction it took to create a fire so hot it would kill a man, but so skillfully create it wouldn’t spread. The fires combustion was so strong, it would go out once its fiery bomb was released. A “Proby’s” face got burned up when the fire got caught in between to doors. He didn’t check the handle to see if it was hot and the fire exploded in his face and put itself out! The De Niro character was a Marshal who knew this crazy arsonist that burned up this little girl. In the movie, he went to the guy’s parole hearing to prevent him from getting out of prison. He got him to say in front of the parole board that if he could, that he would burn the whole world.

After the proby caught on fire the Billy Baldwin, who had been working with De Niro’s character got fed up with the whole fire putting itself out and went to see the crazy arsonist, Ronald, played by Donald Sutherland, in prison to get some insight on who was doing the fires that put themselves out. He listened and looked over the stuff he showed him and asked one simple question. “Who doesn’t love fire?” Baldwin looked at him in shock. He knew the answer, a firefighter. He just didn’t know who, and thought it was his brother. Ends up his dad’s friend from way back who was mad about budget cuts or something. But he was a firefighter. He contained the fire, wouldn’t let it out.

What happened yesterday? Nothing really happened, nothing that really made a big difference. No bloodshed, no children killed or frightened, just a walk down the street. Who doesn’t like bloodshed and violence, murder, chaos and children afraid? The police don’t like those kinds of things. If the man had cased the temple, why did he attack the spot where he could do the most damage and cause the most chaos. The children played just around the building. Instead, he chooses to ram his truck where the armed security people were. It’s like he wanted to die, before he could do any damage. The police’s biggest regrets are they couldn’t stop the gunman before he went on a killing spree, and that they couldn’t get there with enough cops before killing started to stop it. Both those scenarios were achieved yesterday; they had 300 cop cars there lined up on the side of the road. What, those cops didn’t have anything to do? Where'd the fire come from?

I have told you that the police are how the men and women get in the jail to be prostituted. They have just as much culpability to the sex trafficking ring going on at the jail than the deputies do, and the Chiefs know all about it, too. They let Mike Bouchard take over. The Feds haven’t said a word. Bouchard has made himself the face of this incident. On purpose, because his sex trafficking is coming to the surface. People know, but they ignore it. Heck, I can’t buy my favorite water anymore at the dollar store. They have lost me my job, my apartment, kept my tax money from me and put in the news that the State taxes are behind. That is this year, they held up my taxes last year. I would say it is best to let them do their thing, because some people are dead. I know I had a stroke. Plus, Fox 2 did a story on the Oakland County Child Killer, and it’s been believed that the killer is linked to Oakland County Jail and the police. The families believe that law enforcement has been giving them the runaround for years. The parents might be dead soon, but they have siblings to carry on the questioning and investigation. Bouchard is old and will be probably retiring soo. He want to be remembered as a hero and not what he is, a pimp.

Creating chaos to seem heroic is nothing new in law enforcement. Remember the “Facebook Killing”. A detective at the then Pontiac Police, Paul McDougal followed behind the two women as one chased the other in a high-speed chase through the southside of Pontiac. Trying to get to the police station and afraid to stop at the red light she ran out in front of a little truck and was killed, her best friend maimed in the passenger seat. Oakland County gave the woman chasing them second- degree murder, because she was Black and had a record. McDougal got nothing for riding behind them silently. He didn’t flash a light, turn on a siren or honk his horn to stop the women. He was trying to get close enough to the station to be a hero. I had recently called my councilwoman, Patrice Waterman to tell her that he was still harassing me after lodging the charges of stalking, when he wasn’t supposed to be making charges on me, we knew each other. The mother of his twins was once my best friend, and he used to beat her. The idea of me having a relationship with a member of Pontiac Police would mean that they would know and now Waterman was asking questions. Like Bouchard, he needed to create a situation where he would be a hero. Only a young woman lost her life. Yesterday, the bad guy lost his life. An ideal means to a trumped-up day. A country club that made lunch and home-made cookies. Everyone seemed to be prepared for the day’s events. Everybody but the Feds. They seem confused. Where’d all those cop cars come from, they are mules. They are trying to get people off their backs. Trying to get back to their homes in the north, private school and car payment and insurance for their grownup children. Summer is coming soon, they got to get their jet skis on the water, back-to-school and the big holidays Thanksgiving and Christmas.

2 Peter 2:3 (NIV): "In their greed these teachers will exploit you with fabricated stories. Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping".

Grocery Store Tricks

Tell me something ladies, when your man goes to the grocery store, stays gone for a half an hour and comes back with a loaf of bread and a six pack of beer, you don't question it. You think he just went out for some beer, because you just bought a loaf of bread the other day. He just thought to be courteous to the house. You didn't think he could be having an affair. He was only gone 3o-minutes, and he made the trip to the grocery store, he got the bread and beer. He couldn't have been with a woman, it takes longer than that to get off; right? Well, he could have picked up a prostitute, went out to his car and got off and drove home. They do it at Meijer, Wal-Mart and Kroger. Only Kroger has a team of women that patrol the stores to shuffle the women out, whenever they enter the store. They don't know who I am, and try to intimidate me to leave the store and I never leave the store. I just keep on shopping like I don't even notice them. Whole Foods have a group of women that keep watch, too. See, I remember that episode of "Happy Days", when The Fonz" tries to teach Richie how to find a date in the grocery store and he ends up crashing his cart into shoppers carts he thought was attractive. Well, today there is not hitting carts. It is a for sure thing most of the time.

Remember LaRosa Market on Orchard Lake, by the railroad tracks as it split off for the left hand split into Middlebelt? Yeah, in 2002, I discovered their link to prostitution, before I had been to jail in 2010. I was living on Myra at the time and got a weekly circular. They would have the best sales on pop and lunch meat, and it was a shorter ride than Walmart, and I would go there to get whatever sale beat Walmart's. When men started following me to the store and the guy who worked there started stopping and holding long conversations I got nervous. One day, this man I had seen at the gym with "my man" working out, followed me through the store. When I got to the check-out, he got behind me without a cart. As I as I unloaded my cart, he reached into my cart and handed me my cheese. I gave him a funny look, but smiled, because I remembered him from the gym. I continued unloading my stuff on the belt paid and left. He looked stunned as I paid him no mind after relieving him of my cheese. Another great deal 2/$5, Kraft Singles, 24 count. He was White, and I found out from my time at OCJ, White men love Black women. "My man" just has "The courage of his convictions". That man, I guess he was a cop that bought sex at LaRosa's. He had gotten close to "my man" to be the one to have to break the news to him that I was a prostitute. I was just saving some money. I had no idea that it was a whorehouse, probably because I'm not a whore. I saw old classmates, an old classmates mother and just hookers in the store to feel me out. I just got my few things and went out. I even had women checking me out for sex!

" Even now, the b*lld*gging female police try to tell him that I'm not the one for him. They only see me from a law enforcement point of view. When they get off work, they hang with other cops and the people in their all White neighborhoods. they only see us as thugs and prostitutes. Like I can only see female law enforcement as authoritative dykes. The problem is our environment leads our thinking. Oakland County female deputies especially. They lead female of all creeds and colors into gay activites and prostitution. They don't have my education, never wrote a book or kept a man for 24 years. All they see is color, and that's sad. When you only got your job, because of your color and a racket, you tend to think of life through the same foggy glasses. They believe they are better than me. How dare "my man" pick me over them? Remember what I said, before, choosing them would be choosing a third person in their bed. That ain't right!

"Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you." This teaching from Jesus advises against condemning, hypocritical, or harsh judgment, warning that the same standard used on others will be applied by God to oneself. John: 7:1-2

They Not Like Us: The Kelly Breen Trafficking Bill

This is Tucker Cipriano, today I went to a coffee hour for a State Represenative who isn't my State Representative Brenda Carter. Her name is Kelly Breen. She has a bill in the House that she can't get passed, because her leader doesn't like her. That threw up a major red flag, because why aren't you making friends that can help you? Why are you taking up the lead on such an important legislation if you will have a problem getting it passed? She even said in a statement "If she has a gavel." I asked her does that means a promotion, she said it meant if she'll be a representative after the next election. I unserstanding because she's fake and is simply going through the motions, 1, 2, 3. If she really cared about what goes on with sex trafficking in Michigan, she would want to hear what I had to say, instead of me having to blurt out statements anytime I get a chance. A White retired Wayne County Sheriff Captain pulled out his badge and laid it on the table. I told him I love the police, my fiance is the police and he looks like you. He looked at me in shock and I waited for a reaction from the other four people in the room. Representative Breen picked up her phone and sent a text. I remember when I told Jackson the patrol cop in Auburn Hills that I was Lesley as in Uggams, you know the Black attress that married the White business man. His eyes got wide, too.

There was another White man there, large in the belly. He cringed everytime I said prostititute. It seems that a man built like him would have indulged in a prostitue more than once or twice. He sat down with authority and said he was a lawyer. I looked at him and wanted to let him know my uncle was an attorney and if he was trying to tell us he's a crook? I decided to wait and see if they would all introduce themselves. Sure enough the other White man, a gentleman, introduced himself and the woman seated to my left at the end of the table. She smelled of female sexual parts and I sumized she was gay. It didn't bother me. Since they all knew I was coming, I wondered if she was hitting on me, had bad hygiene or just wanted me to know. I know what it smells like after dealing with so many in the State Corrections Facility, State Mental Health System and County Jail. It's not specific to Michigan, because Todd Christly just told a story about a gay female warden at a Federal prison he was in. It's harder to tell if men are gay. I digress...

I never stopped, and brought up the killing spree of Tucker Cipriano. He was let out early from the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). He then went back to Farmington Hills, where his family lived and killed his father, mamed his brother and scared his mother half-way to death. Being the tried and true monster that he is, he spared his little sister's life. He's an Oakland County prostitute. I knew it when he they said he was released early from OCJ on the news. I've told you more than once they sell men in the clinic, too. They are not exempt, because men who are gay love pretty boys like Cipriano, and that guy who beat his girlfriend last year. I explained that judges give lighter sentences to those who prostitute in the jail. I have women in drive thru's that don't like me. They don't want to go to prison. They want it to stay the same. She said her bill will expunge the records of the people that commit crimes while being trafficked. That's when I explained in Oakland County judges give lighter sentences. There is nothing to be expunged. People in these suburbs are afraid they will be the victim of an Oakland County prostitutes let out early.

I told them I had gotten angry with Carolyn Clifford for doing that interview with the two women/girls at Vista Maria. They claimed living there was good. Breen asked me what if that was their story. I wanted to ask her if she was questioning my experience. I know I woke up to an FSA looking through my stuff looking through my stuff looking for my locker key. I don't know how many times I sat in the dayroom waiting for the supervisor to come with the master key, in my pajamas. Some people just go long, to get along. I was punish a lot. Most people can't take that kind of stuff. I did it because there would be a better day. My "man" hand dragged me into his world having faith I could do it. He'd sat in class in high school and listened to me take on our teacher. He had faith in me, but now I have to have faith in me. I can't say I was undercover, because I wasn't. They all knew who I was and what I was about. I had no training or anything. I just would walk in and be myself. I had plenty of help, however, but what I did on Friday took a lot of nerve. I tell you, it was a bit much. Without being asked to flat leave I was asked to leve several times. When I finally took the message and began putting on my jacket, I called the women I had been incarcerated with "My Girls". I said Larry Nassar girls were vindicated, they talk about Epstein's girls everyday, but my girls get nothing because they are drug addicts and prostitutes. I still got nothing...

Well, I got set-up to run into a black Ram pick up on the freeway. I don't think that counts. God is good...

Sunny: A poem for Momma...

Sunny

I love you, Momma!

With all that we’ve been through,

I give thanks to you.

My whole wide world.

I’ll always be your little girl.

You gave life to me.

I will always see.

That you are watching over me.

We had our times, Good, bad, you were in front of my mind.

Through thick and thin,

Nothing was as good as your ham hocks and greens.

We shared a bed until I was thirteen

A good-hearted person, and a close friend.

Woe is me if you could only see, Homeless at the same time.

Always together and for that,

I’ll love you forever.

I was your love boat, zerburts on your thighs,

Life is so fleeting.

I thought you’d be with me all the time.

Momma, I’m not going to lie,

I’ll miss you,

And sometimes I’ll cry and cry and cry.

I know, however, heaven is much, much better for you.

It’s for people like you loyal and true.

I wish we could always be together.

Sunshine, Sunny.

Sometimes it’s going to rain.

You know, stormy weather?

I thought it was forever, but life brings so much pain.

I’ll see you, Momma where the ocean meets the sand.

I love you Momma and that won’t ever change.

-Lesley

February 1, 2026

The Worst Mother in the World

Kelli Bryant in court:

Well, things aren’t going well for Kelli Bryant. It wasn’t all “full-court press” when she went to court. She was all smiles, until the judge went to do business, and she was doing business. She was setting court dates and sentencing dates and asking her why she didn’t have a job. My attorney, the one who got me off probation, after Colleen O’Brien over-sentenced me for the second time, each time that I was accused of stalking a White police detective, two of her favorite things. I as told by my lawyer that she had planned on giving me eight years as a “front” if I was convicted. The truth is that my entire sentence was 17-months. I had done 18 months. I took a plea deal when I didn’t have to. The phone evidence was the only evidence they had, and it turns out they had both lied. Lied about who called whom first. Plus, how many times we had phoned one another, after he initially called me, after I had called him to ask him to call me. He tried to make it seem as if I called him, on Saturday, when he wouldn’t answer the phone call, he didn’t work on Saturday. Just to see if he would call back. Guess what? He called back trying to reach me six times and he tried to say that it was me, calling him six times. The initial call wasn’t supposed to be from him, but his best police friend. He claimed that the initial call was from His friend to tell me not to call anymore. Something he never did in the first case. He said he never told me to stop or leave him alone, because you’re not supposed to give people like me, a stalker, any attention, because it might make them think you want them or something.

I don’t know which of them wanted me, but the phone records show him, them or they called me six times. The number of times they claimed I called them, and that was their entire case. The look on Colleen O’Brien’s face told me she wasn’t happy with that revelation at all. Kelly Collin’s face was equally torn up. I called one day, equal to an entire morning of phone calls between us. I guess he was going to get away with lying like he did the first time. Truth is, he enjoys the attention from me and when he can he likes to keep it going. I think he lied on purpose not to convict me, but to have a romantic relationship of any kind at any time. My own lawyer, brought up the folly, but didn’t move to dismiss the case. I was the only evidence they had. She would later come to my Pod with stories about over-sentencing and scaring me to death and even after a hung jury, I knew what she, O’Brien, had did the last time. Still a bit “green”, I took a plea and asked for two years’ probation. Collins said no five-years’ probation. Over-sentencing me for the second time. One evening my nephew wanted to fight over the remote control and accidentally got hit in the mouth with that remote control. I was arrested while doing that five years’ probation and went to reside in the Oaklan County Jail. I had an arraignment and court on my violation. I was out on bond, and that woman defending Kelli Bryant said, “Your Honor, my client has been over-sentenced. Her PSI limit was 17-months with this last stay in jail for the probation violation she’s close to 18-months spent in jail your Honor, this isn’t right.” I think her name is Cecilia Braunsoe.

Cheryl Matthews asked with authority, "So, what you’re saying is you would like to file a motion to resentence your client?” “This is wrong," Brunsoe went on to say, "she has done too much time on this case. Her PSI says 17-months, she’s done that and more!” See I was still green about the court system. I thought, because she didn’t give me jail or prison time she could give me probation time. No, she couldn’t give me more time of any kind. My own lawyer let it go. She ran for circuit judge in 2023. Maybe she wants some pimping money. She surely was pimping me, or should I say, “pick me”. Oakland County pays court-appointed lawyers $5K for a case, start to finish. Ten of those a month and your set for life. She wanted to show the judge she would throw a Black person under the bus, and the pimping money! Some attorneys put money on their clients books, they get a commission on her prostituting.

“Is what your saying is that you would like to file a motion to have your client, resentenced?” She repeated herself. My lawyer got the gist this time and replied, “Yes your Honor”. She wasn’t supposed to point out an obvious slight by O’Brien, even if was obvious in black & white, every bit of pun attended. Matthew granted the resentencing and let me off probation citing that, “If I see you back in my court again, I won’t be so nice!” I guess she knew my so-called victim was White. I think if he wanted to tell more lies, he would try. White folks get away with murder in Oakland County. When I got the hung jury, my so-called lawyer asked the foreman of the jury, why he didn’t acquit, both detectives lied and got caught. He said he didn’t hear that and wanted to know why I didn’t testify. He put it back on her. I wanted to know why, too. I had laid out my own defense, with the phone records, I had wrapped up my own acquittal and she couldn’t stand it. We fought every time she came to my pod. She couldn’t stand how smart I was. She didn’t tell me about the phone records proving they lied, because I told her. She let them do all that to me, because I was smart. One Black man heard the lie, and he and he alone hung that jury. The only Black person on that jury! All the White people sai, "Guilty", even after sitting there and hearing them get caught in a lie. Jessica Cooper hailed Kelly Collins as a hero. Railroding a Black women with lying police detectives.

Now, Kelli Bryant wants to have that same attorney to help her out. She wants to act like she’s me. This is not an act, Baby. I’ve lost friends, family don’t spend time with me. I don’t get involved in prostitution at all. Kelli wants to “have her cake and eat it, too". I said she was working for the Feds because of her lawyer. If she isn’t working with them and thinks she’s fooling me, I’m not the one you need to impress. Too many people want her in prison. They can’t let her just go! I’m over here suffering, alone. Mr. Beane used to eat my burgers when they came, when they put me on them fake lockdowns. I didn’t come out of jail like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory. I came out looking like one of those kids in Ethiopia. My hair falls out; my skin is bumpy and ashy from not getting any sunlight. I look like a mess. Kelli Bryant still hasn’t lost weight since her last stay at OCJ. Got her nerves to have on ripped jeans. Jesus take the wheel! She’s an imposter, and she better learn to play the game or she’s going to prison.

Our Hero

Ellen Brenann is a probate Judge. She smiling at her, and those judges don't know nothing about prostitution, not like that. She's into protecting kids. Even if she would do a favor for the pimps and send a kid to live with a prostitutes parents, it's still for the best interest of the child. Bryant should have known she was up for the worst of it. people all over the country or all over the world want her to pay for what she did to those kids. She is the world's worst mother. They've chosen Ellen Brennan to be the hero in this case. I believe because she will do the job and have those children see a brighter day. I believe she's done that for other Oakland County children before and I believe she's ready to do it again. Let's pray she gets it right again.

Hagar (Genesis 21:15-16): In a moment of extreme despair and hopelessness in the desert, Hagar placed her son Ishmael under a bush and moved away from him, unable to bear watching him die. The text notes she did not want to watch him die, indicating desperate, temporary abandonment due to crisis.

"Get Out!" The Good Farmington Hills Police...

he "mean" or dishonest manager/steward in the Bible appears in Jesus's parable in Luke 16:1-13, often called the "Parable of the Unjust Steward" or "Dishonest Manager". He is a shrewd steward who wastes his master’s goods and, upon being fired, reduces debtors' bills to secure his own future. The Character: The manager is portrayed as dishonest and lazy, refusing to do manual labor and being too proud to beg. The Action: To ensure1 he has1 friends1 to1 welcome1 him1 after1 he1 loses1 his1 job,1 he1 tells1 his1 master's1 debtors1 to1 slash1 their1 bills1 (e.g.,1 from1 1001 measures1 of1 oil1 to1 50)1. The Paradox: Surprisingly, the master commends the dishonest manager not for his dishonesty, but for his "shrewdness" in using his remaining time to secure his future. The Lesson: Jesus uses this character to teach that followers should use worldly wealth wisely to gain "friends" (make an impact) for eternity, rather than serving money. This character is not a literal "hotel" manager, but rather a steward of an estate (Greek oikonomos).

My Complaint

Mixed Race Protest: Oakland County White Racist Female Judges Pt. 2

Somethings are hard, and this was a hard day. Summer of '89 I don't like to talk about prison, my so-called victim had made friends all over the State of Michigan. How he did it... or maybe it wasn't him at all, but from day one, I was never alone. It was a bunch of them. Women who looked out for me everyday. My breakfast buddy was an old head who had been there so long there was only two women who had been there longer than her. I mentioned her in a blog and her son started having problems. So, let's just say I went to prison and came home. I was still myself, drug-free, not having sex ith women or beat up. I made it! Colleen O'Brien could care less. She over-sentenced me and gave me 18 months to 5 years in prison. I wasn't going to make that 18 months, because I had no idea how to "jail" and she knew it. Judges know hat they are doing when they hand out these sentences. She thought I might gain a taste for women and lose my taste for White men. I missed that 18 month date. I had gotten three tickets and one fight, before my parole hearing. I told them you're not going to put me in prison on a lie and make me change my way of life. No way...

Meeting Kelly Collins-So called Special Prosecutor

When I came home I was whole. The same woman I was, but stronger and meaner. Paul McDougal is angry, because he didn't get what he wanted, and was afraid of what I could say. I had written all the people involved in my case to tell them that McDougal had beat my friend. My lawyer tried to use it, too. When I asked him if he had mentioned it to the judge or prosecutor, he said they, two White women didn't want to hear it. At some point it had all become about my brother, and McDougal making my so-called victim a drug dealing cop. That was actually what he was. If he didn't charge me with stalking, McDougal would bring a charge up on him. It was obvious they could do it. Here I was on trial for stalking, and I hadn't made one threat, an element of the crime. You're not a stalker for writing seven (7) love letters of which they only had three (3). They copied the three (7) over and over in different ways to make them look like they had seven (7). When I came home, I knew all of this, and McDougal kept interferring in my life. In school, with my nephew and people I knew. I got tired of him and reached out to The Chief of Police and was charged with stalking him. I went to court and my defective lawyer did one thing right. He said this was a special case concerning a high ranking police official. It should be investigated by State Police and not local police detective, Jeff "slutty" Buchanann. They said that it would be prosecuted by a Special Prosecutor, Kelly Collins. The racist woman that punished two Black kids for wearing pink socks during Cancer Awareness month. Racist Kelly Collins who comes after me for loving my so-called victim and forces him to go on the witness stand and lie on me about calling me, because there is no way he called a Black woman for any reason. So, when she gets phone records to prove that he and his best police friend lied, she sends them to the witness stand to lie. She had kept me in jail for over four years fighting the Chief of Police case, and lost. She wasn't going to lose to a Black woman, again. So, she instructed the two of them to lie on the witness stand, again. They had already lied at the prelimenary exam.

She was not a "special" anything. A special kind of racist after a woman that felt was going after a White man who didn't want her. Until she got those phone records. When he got caught in that lie about who called whom and how many times, nobody moved to dismiss the case and that's what the entire case was about those calls. My lawyer didn't even open her mouth, but to say he lied. The judge, the third time they sent me back to O'Brien, because it was my first so-called victim. They wanted to give the White racist the chance to over-sentence me. The first time with the 18 months to five years, the most I should have done was 90-days in jail. That was my statutory limit. She wasn't suppose to give me more than my PSI limit, which was 90-days, the low end was five (5) years probation. What they call lifetime probation. She did it and was suppose to write an affidavit on why she went over my guidelines, she never wrote it, because she had no reason to exceed my guidelines. That White racist judge had no reason to find me guilty of a crime, accept I was a Black woman in love with a White man. Well, sort of in love. He had said and done a lot by then. He was still holding on to his job and his title. His colleagues no at the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) were still using me to keep him down, because I guess the Feds wasn't ready to tell the truth. My brother was in his about 13th year in prison and I was once again over-sentenced by the head White racist female judge Colleen O'Brien. Snyder felt so sorry for her, he gave her a spot on the Court of Appeals. They can use her in that court, too, but it's harder. She has others she has to covince. But if you're all on the same page, friends help friends. There was a woman in prison bragging about the action she was getting the the upper court. We all know you never get action once you been sentenced in the lower court. You have to go to the court you were sentenced in first and no judge is ever going to admit they made a mistake. Her clerk wrote a quick "denied" on my paper. she knew what had to happen. McDougal had to be protected and so did my so-called victim, who we know is not a victim at all, not of me! I'm smart and beautiful and don't need to stalk anyone.

He, my so-called victim, would get on the witness stand and say he told his wife, "She's at it again!" Me, I'm at it again? I've seen that wife of his on the internet and she looks old and haggered and she could definitely use a cheeseburger. She's a White woman like Black ain't where it's at. I don't have to be at anyone. I'm beautiful and damn smart. I could have been a lawyer if the men I knew wasn't so sorry. I got my MBA, though. A person like me being so productive in their life. Getting degrees and taking on "the man" well, "the woman" isn't the one to be chasing down a sorry man who needs to lie about his life and who he is. My big eyes and full lips are enough, for me not to be at it again and my pretty brown skin that "they" are out in the sun to imitate is enough for me not to ever chase a man. You better believe it. I'm fine and this thing is the worse thing that could ever happen to a woman like me. Letting someone with no life skills live on my good looks and intelligence. These White woman, his wife, Colleen O'Brien wished they were me. "I'm at it, again, for what? What do you have to offer me? A woman brought down by God and his principles. I could have lied and ruined his entire existence. Without that badge and gun, he has no existence. "Do unto others," God said, "As you would have them do unto you". Not lie on them, give a class of homosexuals things to say about her. Stand up and be a truth teller that maybe God will shine on you! You'll never shine bright in the world using women as a stepping stone, and lying like you do, and I know I'm looking for my retribution. Everyday you live I want you to suffer for the things you've said and done to me. You are the bane of my existence and that's the truth, because you're too weak to tell it...Amen

The Unjust Judge (Luke 18:1-8): In one of Jesus' parables, a judge is described who "neither feared God nor cared about people." He deliberately ignored a widow's need for justice until her persistence forced him to act, serving as a contrast to God's desire to deliver justice.