Friday, May 31, 2013

Dr. Saragoza

Dr. Philip Saragoza
Psychiatrist Center for Forensic Psychology
This man is more than a trip.  He eluded me the first time I went to the Forensic Center.  He is a psychiatrist who works really hard to stay out of the light, because he is rotten to the core.  This is the man who has sex with Sarah and says that she has schizophrenia to allow her to get away with vehicular homicide.  He stands about five foot six inches tall and for a little man is as rotten as they come.  He trades his professional expertise for sex with his patients.  He is married with children.  I told you that the one way they get women to prostitute is to have them be grateful for their short stay, versus a long stay in prison.  I also said that they only allow women who are less threatening to stay there.  Hard core killers and murderers can't stay.  If what you did was unspeakable, then you must go to prison.

This is the place that Saragoza works best.  He can evaluate a woman and tell her actually threat level.  Nobody knows like I know how ornery this man can be.  This is the doctor that Sarah Foster Gaynor spent 45 minutes with on Friday afternoons.  I used to sit and watch the door.  When I began to write and tell about their tryst, he stopped and Sarah seemed relieved, but I'm gone now.  It is Friday and I'm sure they were locked in that conference room, today.  He is really good and thinks she is in love with him.  In reality, she just wants to go home.  She's always embarrassed when she comes out and I'm sitting right there waiting for her.

Sarah's main pimp is Koz, and I think he gets paid for Saragoza and Sarah's sex acts.  Koz would never  let anyone get away with not paying.  He doesn't care if he signs the paperwork to keep her there or not.  Koz is a short man who tries to compensate for his small statue by having a horrible attitude.  He is the second most person, in my list, of people whose food I refuse to eat.  He was so greedy, he would work without pay and spend the entire night upstairs trying to sell the patients.  Compared to Flueter who tries to get free oral sex, Koz is a beast.

So, Saragoza would never get away without paying or maybe he does.  Koz will let him have freebies if he makes Sarah stay a little longer.  That's always the game, to make the women stay there longer and they are all Saragoza's patients.  He get all the women who prostitute and he is the reason why they have to stay.  Then the Social Workers have to be on his page, which is easy.  He is mean, but he never scared me.  After I cussed Amy and Sarah out, he came to me.  I told him that he wasn't my doctor and that I didn't have to talk to him.  He got his meanest look on his face and told me that I was trying to get control.  He was really mad, because I was on to his little faking patient scam.

When I finished telling him that I didn't want to talk to him, after we talked he left.  He overheard me talking to another patient about what happened and called my doctor.  The reason why I was talking to him is because my doctor was off.  I wasn't taking medication at the time and he told her that he thought it would be the best thing.  She agreed, but never gave me anything past the 5mg of Abilify he had given me.  See, the last time I was there I had an intern, who was finishing some clinicals.  She was under Saragoza and I'm positive that he had her giving me more medication than I needed.  He is really good at doing his best to make me submissive.  It didn't work, just like the wiping off of the keys by Joyce.

He and Charlie like to act as if they aren't buddies, but they are both pimps of a different kind.  One is an educated pimp and one is an uneducated pimp, but they are both pimps and whore-mongers.  They prey on women who are vulnerable from committing crimes, who would never commit a crime under under normal circumstances.  Then they exploit there drug addiction and allow the FSA's to sell them.  That the way it goes at the Forensic Center.  Life is a big ole bowl of sex!


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Mark Hackel: Neutral?

Mark Hackel



I watched the news today and I heard something that was interesting.  Mark Hackel says that he was going to remain neutral on the upcoming Governors race.  It seems that the Obama administration is coming under attack over things they've done to the most hated people in America.  Namely the Associated Press, and the IRS going after the Tea-Party.  He is also going to replace Robert Mueller with a Republican.  Put on top of that the fact that one of the oldest and influential Republicans in America, L. Brooks Patterson, will have to answer for a prostitution ring being run out of his county's jail and Obama has problems.  If I were Mark Hackel, I would stay out of this mess, too.

I think that even if the FBI refuses to answer my letters and the Department of Justice refuses to give me a hand, our Federal Government sat back and watched me almost lose my mind.  In my opinion, that isn't at all humble, the Republicans have been getting away with a lot of illegal activities in this country for quite a while.  They are racist, in humane and a money hungry bunch.  Their stand on immigration to me stems from a need for cheap labor in the work places in America, only they want to control it and not give them the full American experience.  For Republicans, it's all about the money and big business.  Since they believe that Obama is coming after their illegal money, they are coming after him and will ruin the last leg of his Presidency.

Remember, Patterson was very good friends with Knollenberg, who was a Senator in Washington, forever.  I bet he still has friends there who will protect his interest when times get tough.  I always believed that drugs aren't the Republicans only illegal racket in this country, and it seems that he is going after a few more and probably a dozen smaller ones like the whorehouse that is Oakland County Jail.  Hackel is a smart man and unlike me, understands that this thing is far bigger than he is.  Unlike Obama who doesn't really care about their attacks, because his job is almost over, he can be County Executive for as long as he wishes or as long as the people re-elect him. 

Unlike Bouchard and Napoleon, Hackel feeds his inmates and he doesn't sell them.  The women at Oakland County go to Macomb and cry, because they want to go back.  The food isn't excellent, but it's not the dog food we are fed in Oakland County Jail.  You can actually go to jail and get a break from the whoring and hustling you do on the street.  You can also get a break from deputies who think of you as a tool that can be used for their own enjoyment.  That includes the men and the women who subject the women to their sexual deviance. 

A few weeks ago there was a so-called bomb scare at Pontiac High School.  To show their solidarity to Bouchard, the Michigan State Investigators came out and the FBI made a showing for a 14 year old with a make shift bomb.  These same men refused to come to the Forensic Center when I wrote and told them they were tainting my food with Adderall.  When you are 14, you bake a cake and ask your mother a million questions and it still comes out "tasting funny".  First, I don't believe the bomb was real.  Just like the million dollars worth of drugs they found hidden in the wall of a home in Pontiac, when OCSD first took over our streets.  It's all smoke screens and mirrors.  Don't ever get me wrong, just because the FBI is the FBI, don't ever think that I believe they all are fair and honest.

This is what Mark Hackel knows, and he is scared.  His jail is free of a racket and he is working to control the finances of his county.  Who needs a bunch of dirty ass Republicans digging in your business trying to mess it up, because they are slimy and crooked.  I've always said that the crooked police are far scarier than any criminal you could meet in a back alley at night.  Snyder took Hackel's neutrality as an endorsement, but I don't believe it is.  I think if it was up to Mark Hackel, he would bury his face in the sand and do his own business while the world goes on around him.  It reminds me of Driving Miss Daisy, when her son was fed up with her fighting him.  Dan Akroyd's character told her, "...take your blessed trolley.  Just leave me out of it!"  Hackel wants to be left alone.  He surely wants to see if the Democrats are going to be able to hold their own under the scrutiny of drug cartels and pimps.

A criminal would rather kill you than end his money making enterprise.  We in the religious world know that doesn't literally mean a physical death, but a death of your hopes and dreams.  Hackel gets it and doesn't know where this Schuaer is going.  Will he continue this crusade to end the rackets of the Republican Party, or just let "sleeping dogs lie"?  It is very hard to fight people who are willing and able to fight for corruption.  I'm just a nobody, and they sent me to the nuthouse.  What do you think they will do to a man with power who has so much to lose.  Poor Eric Holder is about to exit stage right from Washington, if the Republicans have their way about it.

I wrote the FBI and nobody will ever be able to tell me that they didn't listen.  Nobody could ever tell me that they didn't already know.  The idea that they deny me and give me no voice, doesn't mean that they are ignoring what is going on.  At the same time, the crooked FBI is also in the game and they have their cronies who seek to move me to the other side.  Maybe that will happen to Hackel, and maybe he will be able to survive.  I, however, have never seen a player be able to stay neutral in a game.  Can you see a person standing in the middle of the gym, not picking any side in a dodge ball game?  That person would get hit by both sides.  Showing indifference gives the GOP hope that they have a player.  It tells the Democrats that you are "wishy-washy" and can't be trusted.  Hackel would say that he is keeping an open mind.  I say he's afraid!

Schauer for Governor

Main Street Mania: IST v. NGRI

There are two ways you can live at the Forensic Center.  The first, is that you come there IST.  It is an acronym for "Incompetent to Stand Trial".  That's what I was both times I went there.  That means that you have a mental illness that impedes you in either understanding your case, assisting in your defense or acting properly in court.  The first time I was there, it was supposed to be a question if I had a mental illness or not.  This last time, I was supposed to have a mental illness.  I guess it slipped past my psychiatrist the first time I was there.  Then you can go NGRI, and as I've explained that means that you are not guilty, because at the time of your crime your mental illness impeded your ability to know exactly what you were doing.  How and why you have sex is different, depending on why you are there.

The women with an NGRI have an obligation to have multiple sex partners.  They have to have to prostitute in order to go home.  This means they could be having sex with people from the outside, staff members or other patients.  These women are expected to go out on Main Street and get "boyfriends".  Those who are IST, don't have to have sex with anyone, unless they want to.  The women who are IST have sex with staff members for drugs or just for fun.  Mostly they only have one partner, because they usually don't stay there that long.  A person who is IST, stays only about four months under normal circumstances.  When they begin having sex with a staff member, the psychologist and psychiatrist feel that they don't want to leave and keep them there longer.  They would just come to South 4 and stare at you.  That meant that they wanted you, and were willing to pay.

From my last blog, you could assume that they only give NGRI's to people they deem as harmless to society; like me.  They put hardcore murderers in prison, and they think they are helping to protect society.  They need women in South 4, in order to keep a job.  If there are no women, then there is no work and they have no job.  Most of the people who get NGRI's are people they really like, too, and who would be able to articulate The Center as a stellar place to receive treatment.  That only after they agree to have sex and use drugs while there.

Main Street is interesting.  When you go out there, any man you talk to thinks that you want to make him a "boyfriend".  You sit and talk for a while and they get excited and start insinuating that you want to have sex with them.  It's not just the male patients, but people who come there from the outside.  Students from the University of Michigan come to The Center, because it's part of their Psychology course.  Some of the young men were really angry with me, because they remember the year before they got to party with the women around the time they came for "Project Outreach".  I wasn't interested and therefore the women couldn't pick-up dates while I was out there.  I would be able to know exactly what they were doing. So, they never wanted me to go out there.  In fact, Mr. Barry Davis had a list made with all the women who could go out to Main Street for "Project Outreach".

Now, just like the prison system there are 10 times the number of men at The Center than women.  At the time of "Project Outreach" there was 250 men to barely 20 women.  What need would there be for a list of women who could attend the classes with the U of M students on Main Street?  There was none, except they wanted to control who was there.  Making sure that the women who would cooperate and have sex with the students were there, and people like me weren't.  This would insure that this month was a money making venue.

I know you wonder where all this sex takes place.  South 4 is stationed between South 2 and South 3, but South 3 is empty.  If you get a boyfriend, who you have sex with on a regular basis, then he will move to South 2, and you will meet in the middle, in South 3.  There is a whole floor with about 20 empty rooms.  If your just having sex to work off an NGRI, then the men travel across the building in the middle of the night to South 3.  They use the rooms that are upstairs for both male on male and female on male sex.  Amy and her boyfriend couldn't have sex with each other, but they could have sex with other people.  Both of them were NGRI, and I guess they didn't have money to pay to have sex with each other.  They were caught in the bathroom having sex.

When you move upstairs it is supposed to be a honor.  In fact, they called it the "honor floor".  When I was living upstairs I was afraid.  I woke up one night with strange men roaming the halls.  I don't know if one of the men was coming towards my room or not.  The man that was with him whispered loudly, "No, no Tom, not there!!!"  My heart seized and I thought I would have a heart attack.  I was so scared, and wished I could just go back to jail.  You know it was bad if I wanted to go back there.  The doors locked in jail, and they didn't lock at the Forensic Center.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Murder: Sharon and Onita

Sharon Hinojosa


Sharon is a murderer.  She killed her two children in a trailer fire.  She put them in their room and threw clothes all in front of the door and set a blaze that ended their lives.  I lived with Sharon for two months at the Forensic Center.  We didn't get along very well.  She was having sex with men there, too.  She had gotten herself a boyfriend out on Main Street, but she had a thing for an FSA named Matt.  She was good friends with Onita Higdon.  Onita had murdered her son's girlfriend when she had come to the house to pick up her child.  Onita was always on Sharon to stay away from Matt, because Matt was married and had two small children.  Sharon had a tattoo on the back of her neck that read, "Slow".  I think that was as true as you could get.  Who would pile clothes in front of a door, with their children closed in and claim that it's an accident?  She would also make bubbles on the side of her mouth when she spoke.

I tell you this, because Sharon deserved to get an insanity plea.  More than Sarah and Amy did, because she has a mental defect that makes her unable to understand what she was doing.  Even when she gave her remarks in court, they didn't make any sense.  She almost admitted that she was guilty, because she accused people of not giving her help.  She was somehow more important to the people at the Forensic Center, because she would write letters on me and stick them in the mailbox.  Sharon and I didn't like each other much.  She had a very weak mind and easily influential personality.  The staff there hated me and therefore Sharon had very little good to say to me.

One day when we were in the library, I asked her if she had children.  She said she had three children.  I asked who had them while she was here, and she said that two of her children were deceased, but the State had her youngest.  She said it like she had a huge secret that I didn't know.  Well, now I know the secret, and she killed her children.  Killed them, because the man she was with didn't want them.  The one thing the media doesn't know is what I know, he didn't want his either.  Again, I was sitting in the library with her.  She was in a rage.  She had set-up visitation with the father of her youngest and only surviving child.  He failed to show up at the visits.  She said, "After all I did, he fucks that up!"  I have to say that I don't know if she was talking about killing her two oldest or if she meant setting up the visits.  I don't know.

Murderers hang together at the Forensic Center.  Before Sarah came, Amy hung out with Onita.  That was after Sharon left.  Before Sharon came, Amy didn't really hang out with anyone.  Onita had fallen in love with Dave B., because she got strung out on the Adderall he put in the food, although he claimed it was the peanut butter she loved so much.  Sharon would come downstairs with her eyes glossy and wide and I knew that look.  I couldn't believe it.

Both Onita and Sharon did not get NGRI pleas.  Truthfully, Onita deserved them more than anyone I've seen at the Forensic Center.  Who holds a woman hostage for four hours for not coming to pick-up her child on time.  She then stabbed and killed the woman when she came back to retrieve her purse.  That is so unreasonable, and any medical personnel worth their weight could see she was insane.  She was touched when I lived with her at The Center.  Onita is a Black woman who killed a Black woman and for that you go to jail.  Sharon killed her sweet innocent children and you go to jail for killing children.  You do not get what you deserve when you kill a Black man.

It's who you kill that makes the difference and not what your mental state at the time you committed the crime.  Also, Sharon was a good whore, but she wasn't very slutty.  She liked life with one man.  Sarah and Amy were good whores, Amy was a prostitute and Sarah would do whatever it takes to get attention.  Remember, what I told you about the candy cane.  The Center is a money making enterprise that depends on the women there to keep the men happy.  We will get into that next blog.  When I saw Sharon coming out of the kitchen with Matt after 12 minutes of being in there with him alone, I knew she was working hard on that NGRI.  It never came, because she killed the most protected class of humans on this earth; children.  Not to mention they were her own.  That is unforgivable.

Onita Higdon, 53, of Highland Park during her arraignment in magistrate Lawrence Chastang's courtroom at 30th district court in Highland Park, Wednesday, July 14, 2010. Higdon is charged with the brutal murder of her son's girlfriend, Milah Perry 26.
Onita Higdon

The Judicial Tenure Commission: A Joke!

Wade McCree



I had to make a sidebar so to speak.  I was just watching the news, I won't say which one, because that might start trouble for the news caster.  I keep seeing this Wade McCree guy talking about an affair he had with a young woman, which is the most normal thing I have ever heard of in my life.  The fact that his wife is showing up at court and supporting his philandering ways, is also not news to me.  Another scenario that I don't find unusual.  What I do find unusual is that the Judicial Tenure Commission is actually taking him to court for his extra-marital affair that they claim made him call in a few favors.  Here I am writing about judges who are handing down lighter sentences for men and women who prostitute in jail, letting murderers go free and making a mockery of the State's Judicial System, and every local station refuses to air my release and subsequent acquittal.  But too much baggage comes with my release.  If you understand what this comes down to it's simple, bad people are actually going free to kill, robbing and completely terrorize our society.  When you hear of a crime in both Wayne and Oakland County, think of the "sex for sell" scandal that I write about.  Then you will think Wade McCree is a patsy and a deterrent for the things I have to say.  The Commission is sensationalizing a quite usual situation to downplay an even more serious occurrence in the courts of Wayne and Oakland Counties.

Let me tell you this, I wrote the Judicial Tenure Commission a lot!  I wrote them and told them everything that the judges in my case did.  Rae Lee Chabot had court in a whole other courtroom in order to avoid the media in my case.  My mother was upstairs waiting for me to come down and I was in a whole other courtroom. Chabot told my lawyer that he was mistaken and that I didn't have court that day.  I was told that he was unavailable and some other man, who I didn't know resided over my case that day.  My lawyer told my mother that he was mistaken, and my mother pulled out the summons from her purse.  Not only was I duped, but my mother was duped and I lost my support for that day.  The Judicial Tenure Commission wrote me back and told me that I had to cause to grieve Chabot and that their investigation was over.

I wrote and told them that Martha Anderson, my next judge had tried to put me in jail for e-mailing a witness.  I never e-mailed that witness, but I had no reason to be banned from the internet in the first place.  I had sent Kevin Gross one message on Facebook.  One, not two, not three but one message.  That does not equal harassment.  Facebook is a Social Network that puts you out there.  Kevin Gross has never made a complaint about me.  Never said I harassed him and never wanted anything to do with the case.  After I wrote the Judicial Tenure Commission and told them what she had done, he testified at my trial.  It's just like the "Name Game", and if you find some slight to get around it you can get away with it.

Nancy Grant, Chief Judge in Oakland County, is on the Board of Judges at the Judicial Tenure Commission and is a racist.  I can just imagine that she calls in favors for making sure her pimping judges get away with prostituting.  At the Forensic Center they have computers and free notary services that I used on several occasions.  You can't make a complaint with the Judicial Tenure Commission with out a notarized signature.  When I first wrote them and complained, Kim was in Leo Bowman's court.  She told me that Grant had taken over his case load.  She was working to clear his docket of old cases.  Kim was mad, because she was scared that Grant would try something stupid and over-punish her.  She threw a fit in the tunnel and said, "NO matter what, he has to revert back to the original sentence!"  I wish somebody would have told Colleen O'Brien that when she sent me to prison, instead of over-sentencing me and giving me prison time!

Grant went to the Black man.  She didn't help anyone else with their caseload, but Bowman.  She wouldn't bother anyone else.  I bet she thought for certain that I would be either "turned out" or found guilty of the charge.  I'm sure the Judicial Tenure Commission thought the same thing.  That there was no way that Oakland County could ever let me go free, but I'm free.  Now I watch McCree doing his best to get out of a jam that is no big deal to most of us.  After Clinton, our society isn't immune to such affairs.  But we must understand that McCree is also a Black man, and subject to the same scrutiny as other Black men like Leo Bowman.  I blame Bowman far more than McCree, because Bowman at some point had a choice.  Either he went along with the racket or he held himself to the same standards he held judges Brown and Waterman.  McCree is a weak and conceited man who hurt his wife more than he did the bench, and nothing he did will have a long bearing on our society as a whole.

What Grant allows in her court puts our society as a whole in danger.  They allow very dangerous criminals to run the street.  They are a syndicate in Oakland County with muscle, a pecking order and other activities that can be cited as illegal.  Our Judicial System is literally running a whorehouse, filled with men and women who go back out into society and commit more crimes.  Tucker Cipriano was not released early for good behavior, because the average time for early releases is about two weeks.  He was released two months early!  That was a favor and nobody is given a free ride in OCJ.  He got that gift, because he was giving them something and I believe it was sex.  He went right back out into society and started using drugs and killed a man.  We would never know if that two months could have saved his family a whole lot of grief. 

Wayne County Jail is also involved in this scam and the courts there are handing out sentences for prostitution, too.  Only their court was taken over by a judge from the Supreme Court of Michigan, today.  I bet he does nothing about "sex for sell" in the courts.  Like Grant, he will try and control money and administrative duties that they say is their only concern.  Grant says that she doesn't question her judges decisions and her job is strictly administrative.  Could you call State Investigators or the FBI and tell them that there could be a problem with illegal activities in your courts?  I bet that is her job!  She has her own little secrets and they can control her, or she wouldn't get the job of Chief Judge in the first place.  What can you fix, if the whole system is corrupt?  They fail to see the uselessness of their efforts, because more than likely somebody is stealing all the money, anyway.  And what about that judge who got a year and a day, today?  I got the feeling that they started her ordeal to make room for Colleen O'Brien who lost a bid for a Supreme Court seat in 2011.  They stick together and would never call a fellow judge on things that weren't public knowledge.  What that woman did was complicated and private.  How could they have ever known, if they weren't digging for something.

The Judicial Tenure Commission is a joke.  It is a tool used to punish who they want to punish, and suit a need that is unclear to our society as a whole.  They are exploiting Wade McCree, in order to seem as if they have teeth to our public at large.  They use the news media to do it, too.  In reality, they are just a group of people who are used to target individuals who aren't popular, go against the grain or who are simply weak.  These weaknesses can be racial, gender based or social.  Then they use the racist media for their exploitation. They ignored my grievances, because I'm poor and Black, and they are probably scared.  Everybody has their secrets and the mafia usually finds out what they are and scares you with exposure.  Don't forget that horse head in the first "Godfather".  These people dig deep and call in favors.  When I worked at Sears, they would actually set-up sexual situations with new managers to get control of their merchandise.  I could only imagine what they do to people at the Judicial Tenure Commission.  Controlling that body would allow for a lot of money making opportunities and make for very strange bed fellows.









Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tucker Cipriano

Tucker Cipriano

This is a murderer who was set free on an early release from the Oakland County Jail.  He left in December, when he was supposed to leave in February 2012.  In April of 2012, he killed his adopted father, tried to kill both his mother and brother.  The media tried to blame the murder on K2, but I had just left the Forensic Center and the Oakland County Jail.  I blame the jail, and when I heard that he was going for a psyche evaluation at the Forensic Center, I smelled a conspiracy.  I'm big on conspiracy theories.  In this case, I had more than enough evidence to be sure that Tucker Cipriano was being set-up for an NGRI.

First, because he was released early from jail, I figured he was a prostitute.  I told you that they not only sold women, but men in OCJ.  Seeing that Tucker got an early release, I immediately thought he was a prostitute.  The idea that he was a drug addict and was probably either high or coming down from a high when he killed his father, let me know he shouldn't be at the Forensic Center.  See, it is really hard to determine if someone is having a psychotic break when committing a crime.  In fact, they say that drug and alcohol abuse can not be a factor in determining criminal responsibility.  Only Sarah was drunk and high when she hit a man's car and caused a death.

You don't get anything for free with these people.  Tucker is a gorgeous man and would be an asset to the prostitution racket at both OCJ and the Forensic Center.  He has been at OCJ now for over a year now.  If he is a prostitute he is being sold.  If that's the case he is being prepped for a NGRI.  With a case like Tucker's, he has to give them a lot to get their free ride.  It's the system to let the prisoner be indebted to them.  They get them out of charges that will allow them to get LIFE, but instead give them a stay at Club Forensic Center.  Tucker would give them years of sex.

I didn't know Sarah when this happened, but she had already killed that man in that crash.  It was an accident, but she willingly got into a car intoxicated.  This young man went to that house with an agenda.  He was there before, and didn't hurt anyone, what had changed his mind?  Was it the drug or was it a mental illness?  Thank goodness he was found competent, but that doesn't mean at some point they will not make him incompetent again and give him an NGRI.  I have to watch this case to make sure this guy doesn't get away with murder, because I'm not sure if he would be the first.

Kumar is his judge, and I have never heard anything from her about giving lighter sentences for selling your body in the jail.  But when I was there this last time, her name was added to the list.  Even if she isn't a pimping judge, the Prosecutor can be crooked and except the plea from the Defense.  Not all the players have to be in on it in order to slight a case.  If the court-appointed-attorney is in on the deal and the Prosecutor then that's all that is needed for a Defendant to get "a hook-up".  A judge will be helpless to do anything if both parties agree, although they have complete power, they will know what's going on and ignore it out of "getting along".  

Let's hope that Tucker gets what he deserves and they don't try to wait for my blogs to blow over and give him some great deal.  Let's hope that Kumar isn't a pimp and will try him fairly.  Let's hope that he isn't selling himself in jail.  Let's hope...

Tucker Cipriano 2019



Adderall

Adderall is a drug that is used in the treatment of people with ADHD.  Its effects on the human body is very similar to that of cocaine.  This is important, because this is how the pimps at the Forensic Center tried to get the women there to prostitute for them.  It's just like the pimp waiting at the bus terminal for young women.  I told you that the deputies at OCJ were in contact with the Forensic Center.  So, I was targeted from the beginning.  Dave B. said he loved to serve the food, and would actually be angry if he couldn't.  It was his way of getting favor with the women.  When I first arrived, he worked mornings and put it in my grits and oatmeal.  When he went back to afternoons he put it in my macaroni and cheese.

At first, I didn't know why I couldn't sleep.  I was up all day and couldn't sleep at night.  My roommate at the time was Henretta, and she told me she couldn't sleep either and she was pregnant.  We would sit up all night and wonder why we couldn't sleep.  Henretta would go to the nurse, Sue, and get Benadryl to be able to sleep.  One night she said, "I feel like I hit the pipe."  That scared me to death.  I thought they were putting cocaine in my food.  I had no idea what it was.  At the time, I didn't believe in taking pills to sleep.  Sue would always try to push Ativan on me.  I was warned about Ativan before I got there.  I was told that it was a narcotic and highly addictive.  My friend told me that going in and out of mental institutions was the reason she was addicted to drugs and smoked marijuana.

While Henretta got up and down going to the nurses station for Ativan and Benadryl I tried to sleep and never got there.  I started to question the food, when Dave was off for three days and some other people were serving the food.  I felt better and could sleep some.  It seemed, however that David was putting a lot of Adderall in my food and I couldn't sleep more than four or five hours.  I did start to notice that after I ate is when the high came on.  I would eat like I was starving.  Then the person serving the food would watch me and smile.  He thought he had me, for sure, but I wasn't an addict.  I started a writing campaign and told governmental agencies and politicians that they were putting cocaine in my food.  That's when Stan told me that it wasn't cocaine.  Nobody would use cocaine, because it would be too expensive.  It was Adderall a prescription drug and was harmless.

The game was to give me Adderall and awake an addiction in me, but as I've said, I don't have an addiction.  Because Adderall has the same affect on the body as cocaine, people get highly addicted to Adderall.  In fact, Dr. Oz did a whole show on Adderall addiction and a young man actually took his life out of an addiction to Adderall.  All I know is that I couldn't sleep, and this last time I was there, I had moments of being invincible and giddy.  Telling my doctor was tricky, too.  If I didn't eat I was depressed, if I couldn't sleep I was manic and if I pushed the issue I was paranoid and showed signs of schizophrenia.  I couldn't win for losing.

I was so worried about my food being tainted, I wrote the prison.  They are responsible for making the meals that we ate.  I told them there were no cameras in the kitchen. I explained that the staff is putting Adderall in our food in an attempt to make prostitutes out of the new patients.  In the case of the old patients they were simply giving them what they wanted.  I said they can give it to them, but I didn't want it in my food.  Then I asked that they do something about it, because it could be misconstrued that they did it before the food came to us. Although there are cameras every place that patients were, there was no cameras to watch the staff.  It is staff they were needed to be watching.  They would roll the food into the kitchen and close the door and be back there for fifteen minutes.  It took them 15 minutes to open the door and serve the food.  After a while I just stopped eating.  I lost even more weight, and refused to eat unless certain people were serving the food. Dan, Dave B., Matt or Flueter could not serve me food.

FC Staff: Charlie

Charlie was the first staff member I met in South 4; the women's unit at the Forensic Center.  The ONLY women's unit at the Forensic Center.  That will come to be very important in blogs to come.  Charlie is the morning Supervisor.  He greeted me almost immediately.  He told me what was going on, sat me in a room with me and did all my paperwork.  He got me something to eat.  He got me a set of fresh clothes and told Carla to put me in the shower for my initial "cleaning".  Now, you can only guess that he had the most to hide in this whole little visit I had to South 4.  The Oakland County Jail had told him that I was coming.  As I said, my letter writing abilities were already infamous amongst this crowd.

Charlie had gotten a patient pregnant, before I had gotten there.  Joyce was accused of trying to kill her grandchild at a Burger King.  She spoke to her daughter and her grandson almost everyday.  I wrote her letter to get out of the Forensic Center and know far more than I will tell, but she did have a mental break.  She is the person that Sarah mocked when she told me that she thought somebody had put something in a cigarette she smoked.  I think Sarah thought that I would believe that lie.  Since this woman and I were so close.

This woman's name was Joyce and we weren't really close.  Joyce really didn't even like me.  She took Depakote that helped mask many of her feelings, because it is a mood stabilizer and "dumbs you down".  Charlie had told Joyce to befriend me, like "keeping your enemies closer".  I think he thought that would help him know what I was thinking.  She is 5"10' and weighted 130.  She was thin and stealth with long legs and small breast.  It took a matter of a month for her to begin to show.  As soon as I got my tray at dinner and looked around the dining room for a seat, it was Joyce who waved her hand at the seat kitty-corner to hers and said, "Have a seat".  That's where I sat for the entire time I was at The Center.  Even when it got tough between us that's where I sat.

She would go out to walk everyday and Charlie would join her.  They would stand and talk and she would smile too hard and he would smile far too hard to be a staff member.  As her stomach grew bigger, she walked with a purpose.  She said that she was getting fat and needed to walk off a little of the weight.  The only thing that was getting big on her was her breast and stomach.  Her hips had spread; of course.  Her entire face was glowing and had turned a two shades lighter and she had began to glow.  I complimented her on her pretty face and she just took a bite of food and said, "Thank you".Her closet friend was Dorothy, who to this day claims not to know she was pregnant.  The rumor was that Charlie had killed a man in the past and had all the women scared of him.  I told you they were all insane.

I was at The Center from July, until October of 2011 the first time.  Joyce wore a light jacket the entire time I was there and rarely took it off.  In September during the Indian Summer, she took it off one day and she had a bump the size of a volley ball in her stomach.  She never took her jacket off during Charlie's shift.  I could see her walking the yard sweating bullets.  When I got into a fight with this woman, I had told her that Joyce was pregnant with Charlie's baby and that I was banned from taking about it.  To get me in trouble she blurted it out.  When she did, Joyce looked around the room and said, "No I'm not, I'm just gaining a lot of weight from the medication."  Some women looked at the floor, some nodded and turned back to the TV and most of them act like the exchange never happened.

I had told Joyce that I couldn't wait until our staff/patient picnic.  I overheard Joyce walking and telling Charlie what I said.  I was always complaining that I wasn't getting enough food.  I told her I was going to "throw down".  Charlie went back to the staff and told them what I had said, and they piled food on my plate like I was an Ethiopian Refugee.  They kept walking over to me asking if I had enough to eat.  My stomach was smaller and I was stuffed.  Charlie sat in a corner and acted as if he had got me back for writing to Karen Currington, telling her that Joyce was pregnant.  He just has pissed me off.

So, I started writing even more.  I didn't really blame Joyce for telling him, what was she supposed to do.  She had it good.  She was buying whatever she wanted when we went to vending.  She had countless $100 phone cards and she ordered what she wanted from the catalogs.  He was a killer and she was probably scared of him.  Plus, I think she liked him, a lot.  When I began writing even more on him, I once again overheard her tell him, "We did rub them off.  She can still type on it".  I thought the keyboard to the computer was looking different.  Joyce and a friend, who I hate to say was Dorothy, were rubbing the letters off the keypad to stop me from seeing what keys to punch.  I had learned to type on a keyboard that had no letters on it.  Patients at the Forensic Center, were mostly uneducated and Joyce and Charlie both didn't know that fact about typing classes 25 years ago.

After that, I wrote the Governor and told him about the Forensic Center and especially Charlie.  When I went back this last time a woman was pregnant; again.  That let me know that Joyce wasn't an isolated incident, but that the staff got the women pregnant often.  What's so bad, is that before Charlie started having sex with Joyce, he was having sex with his subordinate Carla.  The same woman that he had taking care of me when I arrived.  Safe to say, Charlie hated me and I hated Charlie.  There was a big thing about Joyce, but she would never tell who her child's father was, but I knew.  It was Charlie and it seemed that he has gotten away with "Statutory Rape".

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Forensic Center

Center for Forensic Psychiatry

I wrote the Prosecutor and told her that Jessica was a prostitute.  Also, in that letter I told her that she would have problems if those two men that are doing LIFE found out she was a prostitute.  The next time I went to court, I was ordered to the Forensic Center for a psychiatric exam.  This would determine if I was mentally ill or not.  What they discovered is that there was a question and I needed to go to find out if I was incompetent.  I, of course, rejected that assumption and asked for a second opinion.  Later, I discovered that they are all in this thing together.  Nobody will go against nobody else.   The Police, Oakland County Deputies, Parole, Probation, Community Service (Mental Health) and Bails Bondsmen.  Everyone must be on the same page if this racket is supposed to work.  That includes the people at the Forensic Center and the psychiatrist and psychologist who put you there.  The Forensic Center is a State of Michigan ran institution.

In this case, I would have to depend of the support of a Mental Health worker, and whoever they were, they were not going to take my side.  So, when I woke up one morning and Ashmead told me that I was leaving them for good, I heard several times that it was for the best.  Getting a second-opinion,  would just postpone the inevitable.  The reason why Ashmead told me that I was leaving them for good, was partially wishful thinking and part the truth.  Most women who go to the Forensic Center are actually getting set-up for a "Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity" plea.  When I describe this place and what it looks like and the things you can do, you will understand that assumption, but I am not the norm.  I am not a person who is impressed by simple things and I don't see what other women see in having men.  I didn't say a man...I said men.

The reason they gave for me leaving and not having my "independent evaluation" is that my lawyer was ill.  I sat with my new psychiatrist, an intern, and cried.  I had just been institutionalized, because I had revealed that a woman had put two men in prison unfairly, for LIFE.  After my cry, I sat in a lush waiting room.  It had plush furniture with a big screen color television.  Two men in uniforms walked me down a hall that let out into Main Street.  It was supposed to look like the Main Street in Ann Arbor and it did.  It was covered in red brick and decorated with silk flowers that rested in planters in a sky high ceiling.  Windows allowed the sun to beam down in the main seating area and I thought I had walked onto a college campus.

To my left was a gym with an arena sized court, without the bleachers.  In front of me was a Central Security desk, and beyond that a hall of classrooms.  A little to the right was a room with three vendor machines and two pop machines.  Each classroom had a flag outside the door that told what class was meeting.  We turned right and in the middle of this hall to your left were two old-fashion phone booths, the beauty and barber shop had a real barber's pole hanging on the door and it was clean.  It was so clean you thought you were in a real hospital.

This hospital was built in 2003, and the patients moved there in 2004.  It has been there for a little over 10 years and it is gorgeous.  While Amy and I drove there that day she was smiling telling me that in a couple of weeks I could go out on Main Street.  I looked at her strange, because I didn't want to go there, let alone hang out on Main Street.  I refused to be open to this place.  As I walked the halls, I started to change my mind.  But remember what you always heard about things that are beautiful on the outside.  What they are could hold a whole new meaning and that's what the Forensic Center is.  It's an optical allusion.  It tricks your mind into thinking that you've arrived at a better place.

I think that Rae Lee Chabot thought that if she could change my scenery.  Take away the drab and cold walls of OCJ and put me into a place that is aesthetically better looking, I would submit and give in to their sexual demands.  I believe that she thought that I was uppity and would change my mind when I discovered what this place could offer me.  But I had the same opportunities at the jail, except I could order all the Victoria's Secret merchandise and gym shoes I wanted; if I cooperated. You can get your hair done for free, your teeth fixed, glasses and wear your own clothes.  They actually give you jeans, sweat suits and t-shirts, underwear and tennis shoes. I would tell the women over and over again, "I have all that mess at home.  All you gotta do is get a job and you can buy all the clothes you want.  That's where I'm trying to get back to!  I got Coach, Dooney and Burke and K-Swiss at home."

The people could be so much better than they are to you.  They could not try to make-up mental illnesses where there isn't one and put stuff in your food that gives you nightmares and makes you see things.  The stuff with Amy and Sarah really made me mad.  They let those two murderers run the whole show.  I believe, because the people running that joint are insane themselves.  Just listen to me over the next few days and you'll know what I mean.  This place is a trip...Beauty is only skin deep!

Friday, May 24, 2013

I Am Not A Stalker

Well, you know I was found not guilty of stalking Val Gross.  This because Gross is Black.  In my case in 2002, I was found guilty.  That time, I was charged with stalking a White man, Steve Wittebort.  Now that I know that Colleen O'Brien is a judge that gives lighter sentences for women who prostitute in the jail. I want a re-count. If I would have had a jury trial in that case, I would have never been convicted.  Instead, I listen to a White racist lawyer, convince me to trust a White racist crooked judge to determine my fate. I've known Steve Wittebort my entire life and he has never been the one you look towards when you pick a mate.

I am a highly spiritual person, but I'm not religious. I think that was my mistake in ever thinking that Wittebort could ever be fair.  My brother was being charged with a major drug charge.  I wasn't thinking clearly obviously.  After he told me that he was going to marry a fellow classmate of the class of '88, I should have just went away.  Then when he took my letters I wrote him to his boss, Sharon Briscoe, I should have ran.  But when he got on a stand and lied and tried to make something that was harmless a huge deal.  I just didn't know what to do.  My attorney told me that O'Brien would have to be fair.  I should just go on and have a bench trial.  She doesn't know what fair is.  How can a man  who carries a 9mm, be afraid of a woman armed with a pen and a piece of paper?  Not to mention he owned a 60 pounds German Shepard.

Again, I had never been in Circuit Court in my life.  My father was a huge drug dealer, who like my brother and me, couldn't get a traffic ticket in Pontiac.  Everyone used that as the chance to make me pay for something I didn't do.  Wittebort is a very interesting man, who has issues with women.  He claimed to be married in court on May 7, and said that his wife is in danger of being harmed by me.  I think I listed all the men I've ever had in my life.  None of those men would ever claim that I stalked them.  None of their women can ever say that I did anything to them. In fact, thanks to Wittebort I do my best not build relationships with anyone; at all.

It's like Kim Kardashian, he has pushed his value to my life to a new high.  In 2010, I wrote a blog called "The Truth About Steve".  I want to acknowledge that most of what I said was true, but for once I would like to admit that I am delusional.  Not that I have a mental illness, but like so many women before me, I've given more worth to a man who isn't worthy of that disposition.  He has never done anything for me to believe that he protects me or watches over me.  If he does, I could never prove it.  So, it's like Tom Cruise said in "A Few Good Men", it's not what I know, it's what I can prove.

I keep getting lost in the idea that maybe he could make himself be an upstanding person and tell the truth.  When my lawyer called him on being suspended on his job.  He cursed out his then boss, Jeff Smith, he retaliated by lying on me.  He said that I had threatened Paul McDougal's life.  For the third time in my life, Wittebort had just sat on a witness stand and lied on me.  Trading the truth for a lie; again.  First, when was I was supposed to have told him this.  He has always claimed that he never talked to him, but that he heard all I had to say about him from Stacia Watkins and Rhonda Ford.

The second time he lied, he told a judge that I walked passed his house and asked him, "Steve, why are you doing this to us?"  What I asked is, "Why are you doing this?"  He had walked to his door and spoke to me, first.  For that lie O'Brien gave me 18 months to 5 years for re-stalking him.  I was only due 30 more days, but went to live at a State prison for four years of my life.  All this not fair and non-justified conviction from a man who swears to uphold justice.

I am so tired, because I go to my nieces to drop her food, because she broke her foot.  She lives on Spokane.  When we graduated, Rosalind and Gina were invited to his Open House on Spokane, and I can only assume that his mother still lives there.  I refused to go to that party and we left without them even going in.  I really wished that I would have stayed with that idea.  The idea that I didn't want anything to do with him, because now the police constantly harass me.  Not just McDougal for his woman beating ways, but Wittebort, because he's afraid of being fired and won't let go of the past.

It's been 11 years since he got his last letter.  Almost nine years since I've walked passed his house.  I have made no attempts to contact him at all.  Yet, he continues this long drawn out process of making me be in love with him.  I couldn't drive through Indian Village or Seminole Hills without being stalked by police at every corner.  A true waste of tax payers money, but that's what Pontiac Police do, they harass people.  Now, that they are Oakland County Sheriffs, they just change the colors of the cars and the uniforms.  

I have been living in a fantasy, if I believe that Steve Wittebort is ever going to let this thing go!  He and his cronies will bother me forever.  His fake and phony Personal Protection Order showed me that.  He is the reason I went to Gross' house in the first place.  He went before a judge and told a bunch of hearsay and lies, just like he does in court.  He doesn't know how to tell the truth.  I'm at my nieces house for no more than five minutes out of a 24 hour day.  Wittbort has made that a bigger deal than necessary, because I don't even remember what house he lived in, because I didn't care to be there in the first place.  I wonder to this day why I even started caring!  I say that I was out of God's will.  God is not the author of confusion.  Everything about him and 11 years ago is confusing, and 11 years later it's still confusing, because I've moved on.

I'm trying to get into heaven and that's why I'm honest!  I'm trying to be what God would have me to be.  In Wittebort's world a lie is far better than the truth.  This from a man who swore an oath to uphold truth and justice.  Well, where is the justice for me.  He can gather all his  snitches to lie for him and be his back.  Try and put fear in my heart to back-off. They all are going to hell.  I've never done anything to him and I resent the implication that I've ever been that desperate.  What I need is this, a forum to speak my truth and not his.

I'm so tired of this, and I hope to find a lawyer who will not only tell me what to do, but have that first conviction overturned.  I was over-sentenced and the situation blown way out of proportion.  My first lawyer, Elias Escebedo asked Wittebort, "You must have never had a woman feel this way about you before?"  He claims to have a wife and should concentrate on her and not on me being on Voorheis or Huron or Spokane for that matter.

What I want to know is how do they know what I drive, where I am or where I go.  He will claim that people "know me and my history".  I've never been on Spokane since his Open House.  I didn't even go to my nieces house, until she broke her foot.  I was acquitted of stalking Gross and we had our misunderstanding 11 years ago, and I think that's long enough.  Wittebort thinks to highly of himself and needs to get over me, "Asking him to lunch".  I never asked him to lunch.  What I said is that I changed my mind, I like you, too.  After he came to my job and talked to me for hours at a time.  I've never known a person more full of themselves and who thinks so much differently from other people.

I want to get on with my life and be free of the harassing Pontiac Police, I mean Oakland County Sheriff's Department.  I can't rent an apartment, get a job and I can't move in this city as freely as I want.  He is scared to lose his job, because my brother is a drug dealer?  This blog should help him convince his employer that he has nothing to do with me, thus has nothing to do with this blog.

This man is truly touched.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Travis Urias Mills Jr.
HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?

This is my great-nephew Travis Urias Mills.  My niece had some difficulties in her life, and made some bad choices.  As you know I know a lot of people who have done the same thing.  He was placed with my sister, Amy.  Then Amy took Travis and hid him from us.  Now, she says she's moving to Texas.  My niece wants to see her son.  I want to see my great-nephew and my mother surely wants to see her great-grandson.

My sister thinks she has cause to keep him from us, but she doesn't.  His mother asked me to write this in order to find her son.  I just want to know that he's alright.  My sister tells the authorities that she doesn't know where Little Travis is.  But he's been spotted with him at Meijer and Sam's Club.  Please let us know if you see Travis, anywhere!

CALL Akilah Stanley at 248-392-7224

SARAH

Sarah F. Gaynor



This person was the hardest person to have to live with.  Sarah Gaynor is a slut. The worst kind of slut, because she used sex to get away with murder. Honestly, I just didn't like her. Game can peep game and she came to me and talked to me one night before bed.  I think she was actually hitting on me, but she tried to tell me about the peanut butter, too.  See, at the Forensic Center, it's beneficial for you to be crazy.  They were putting a bit of LSD in our food at times.  It made Sarah have bad dreams.  I don't know, but for some reason I had bad dreams that night.  I don't think Sarah mind the Adderal, it is similar to the feeling cocaine gives you.  She told me some stories that mirrored the true stories of me and another inmate I helped write an important letter to exit the Forensic Center. She was jealous, because she was ready to go. I heard she gave the best "blow jobs". This meant that Sarah had been informed thoroughly about me, before I got back there.  This was my second trip to the Forensic Center on a case that I beat. Probably by Matt, security personnel that had a quickie with a woman that burnt her two children alive, because her new boyfriend thought they were a nuisance.

Sarah knew I wasn't "insane" and that's what I meant by game peeping game.  Somewhere in my heart, I think she was trying to help me or find a friend in me.  Her case had her wanting to get close to a Black person, because her BFF Amy was leaving, soon. What she told me next would ruin our relationship, forever.  She said she was involved in a car crash while intoxicated.  I think intoxication includes drugs and alcohol.  She had been found with actual drugs and alcohol in her system.  A Black man had been killed in the crash and burned alive. His family was mad she got an NGRI.  Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity. I was mad, too, because Sarah is not mentally ill.  Like Amy, they had just given her a free ride.  Her psychiatrist, a man who she spends 45 minutes with in a conference room, is about to let her out. I don't know exactly what they do in the conference room, but knowing Sarah it was probably some kind of sex act.

She also told me that his family was upset she was at the Forensic Center and not doing time in prison. They say there is nothing wrong with her, and I agree.  As you know while in prison, they made me live amongst those who are mentally ill, in order to keep me out of trouble.  It wasn't that hard, because they were usually more involved with who they are not, to just leave you alone.  Unless they are worrisome, and there were a few of them.  I was very doped up and couldn't really tell the difference, anyway.  But I know the signs, especially those of a schizophrenic.  Of all the disorders in mental illness, it is the most tormenting.  Seeing things and hearing things that aren't there is horrible and you can't stand it.  Medication is usually not solace for schizophrenia.  The people I know still have signs and symptoms while on their medication.

Schizophrenics have no control of it.  A lying crooked psychiatrist would tell you there is, but I know there is not.  Sarah's medication couldn't help her act normally, and she act real normal, and not like any schizophrenic I know. They aren't social butterflies like Sarah and Amy, walking the gym holding hands and getting dates from men who live there. They are shamed usually and bothered by their illness and most of the time are solitary people.  They don't stand up in group and raise their hand and say, "I have bad dreams" But I think Sarah is ready to leave the Forensic Center, one way or the other.  Mostly she wants to go to a step-down like Amy, but it's only been a year.  Except,"Vehicular Homicide" doesn't carry as much time as "Open Murder".  So, a year versus Amy's two is just about right. When you talk on the scale of prostitution for a prison sentence...I guess.

So, one day when Sarah was going through our DVD Collection, and asked who wanted to watch "Men in Black" and Matt -the FSA that has sex with child killers- started laughing, I lost it.  I cursed her out, and called her and Amy sluts.  Told her that she was a murderer and deserved to go to prison.  She smiled, but two weeks later decided that she was terribly upset with me.  She used that an excuse not to go to groups that she wasn't attending, anyway.  Before I got there, and discovered that she was a fake, Sarah didn't do anything she didn't want to do.  All she had to do is have sex.

That's when she went to every White racist employee and told them that I was threatening her.  I was being watched and they told Sarah if there was ever a problem that they need to seek relief from staff.  Nothing was going on, and the staff started to get the picture.  Then Sarah was in trouble, but not much, he was quickly becoming their only money maker.  Amy was leaving soon.  When Amy did leave, she started blaming all her short comings on Amy.  "I wasn't a nice person, because Amy told me not to talk to you all."  She lied, she did what she wanted; don't blame Amy when she leaves.  When it was Amy in group, while she was there that said Sarah wasn't going to let go of our animosity.  Amy didn't understand why Sarah was so bitter and vindictive, because she was raised in a kind loving home and had all she wanted, love and materialistically.

Sarah admitted she suffered from what is known as hysteria.  It's a personality disorder that causes a person to seek attention.  I can believe that, because Sarah used our situation to get the entire staff against me and on her side.  I thought I was in a bad movie, like "Single White Female."  Then when Amy left, she came to everybody she had treated like the dork class in high school and made amends.  That included me, because we were all ready to treat her really bad.  If it wasn't for her fellow prostitute who hadn't left, she would have never won President.  Amy had the job before she left.  We had it set-up for another woman to get it, but a new woman split the vote.

Although, we all knew why Amy and Sarah were getting so much attention, we sorta could stomach Amy a little more.  She is a bit older and street wise, and understood that she had been given a gift and not to "rock the boat".  Sarah treated us all like we were in high school.  She was the Molly Ringwald of South 4.  Remember, in "The Breakfast Club", she was the elite and didn't have to treat people nicely or with respect.  There was a pecking order and she was at the top of the food chain.  Amy tried to teach her, but found the idea she was from privilege, to disregard her ignorance.  I really didn't blame.

When Amy left, they tried to lie and say she was in Kalamazoo.  The family of the man that she killed is out to get her, so they say.  Sarah kept up the charade and told us that Amy was talking to one of her boyfriends at Kalamazoo.  An old patient, however, wrote to a women still at the Forensic Center.  She told her that she heard that Amy was with her.  I hope this makes you understand how the White race in Oakland County truly knows how good they have it.  They don't care, they don't see and Sarah doesn't understand that she killed a man while drinking and on drugs.  I told her that my friend Chrissy got 13 years for doing what she did.  She stares into space, and I think and counts how many more men she has to sleep with before she can escape.  How many more Friday's she has to spend with Dr. Saragoza in a conference room.

To let you know how unaware Sarah is, or it could be that she is just too young.  She told me, "I'm sorry, I'm scared of Black people."  I reiterated her point and said, "There are some Black people that I'm afraid of.  There are also some Whites I am afraid of, too.  Fear has no color."  I believe that Sarah is prejudice, and that's why she underestimated me.  As a 21 year old woman, she believed she could out-fox me.  I'm a 42 year old Black woman from the hood.  That was very doubtful, but as I've said, Sarah is not that smart.  She uses her body to get what she wants, which is sad but gets her that all important attention she craves.  Just like shaking her leg and hand when she drinks her coffee.  Just another fake-out.

I once watched her simulate oral sex on a candy cane, when a staff member showed me some attention.  He was alright, but Sarah and Amy had been trying to get him for months.  For some reason he found me interesting.  Sarah sat at a table and did a imitation of deep throat.  I was so shocked.  See, now Amy put her up to that!

This is what her local paper had to say about Sarah:


I recently messaged Sarah on Facebook. She replied, "What do you want from me?" I answered, "did I ask you for anything" Then I blocked her. The woman in the article said that she suffered from mental illness. Sarah has histrionics. She'll do and say anything to get attention. That's why she is so promiscuous. You can get a lot of attention having sex with a lot of men. She was world renowned in the State run Forensic Center and a pro at the Saginaw Valley Hospital where she had weekly appointments with the staff. I was with her twice when Chuck took her; allegedly! 

Sarah's fiery crash that killed Terence Dyer



Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Huel Perkins: Help me!

Huel Perkin


Let me start by saying this, Huel Perkins is the finest man on the local news.  When I was arrested for stalking Val Gross, I would say, "If I was truly a stalker, Huel Perkins would be in trouble before Val Gross. Now, that's a man worthy of a stalker".  These days he looks worn.  He's my favorite and when I started my torture stay at OCJ, I needed a person in the news to help me.  I thought, "Why not the finest smartest man on television in Detroit?"  I wrote him periodically, but faithfully.  When I learned something interesting about Sarah Gaynor or Amy Burdette, I told Huel Perkins.  It is safe to say that Huel Perkins knows everything that I'm telling you in these blogs.

Fox 2 News is a Conservative TV Station and they are trying to stop him from saying anything about what he knows or give my story any validity. This is all that I have told him.  He looks thinner these days, tired and I feel somehow to blame.  I am so sorry that I got him mixed up with this.  Republicans love L. Brooks Patterson and Michael Bouchard.  They are racist and want to keep Oakland County as White as it is.  Nobody wants to face the fact that Bouchard has deputies that sell men and women in the clinic of the jail.  They would much rather me be in prison or at the Forensic Center deemed mentally ill.  But when you read my letters and my blogs that's hard to do.  You can tell a person is mentally ill by the way they construct a sentence and in what way they relay a message.  You can also tell if they are smart and socially inept.  I am not afraid of what my stories will tell about me.  I leave people alone and work on me.

So, in reality Perkins has a reliable source.  Oakland County wants to say I'm fiery and hostile, no more than the two murderers they allowed to go free.  When you think of it that way, my nightly swear feast seem harmless.  I think Huel Perkins is a innovator of the news in Detroit.  He's a real hard hitter and now that he knows that sex is being sold in Pontiac in the jail, his own station is trying to run him in the ground.  He's a good man and whatever he does he does it to himself.  I don't want to know what my newsman does when he's not on the air.  I want to hear the news from him, because he is nice to look at and listen to.

When I got home, I called him and told him that I was free.  I said, I'm going to lay low for a while and get my mind right.  He asked me what was next and I said I wanted to get my J.D. He told me that was a good degree to have.  He also told me that I had been through hell.  I told you he's been there from the inception of my troubles and the reality of my being tortured, because I know men and women were selling sex for lighter sentences.  He is now being tortured by his own employer.  Malcolm Maddox on Channel 7 News is having the same kind of trouble.  He is forced to do stories about mentally ill criminals.  Devin Scillian is easier for them, he's White and knows not to come against some of the richest people in Oakland County.

I've been free for almost two weeks and not one news station has told the story about my acquittal.  Local 4 News Mora McDonald and Ruth Spencer trashed me and made a report about me as a crazed stalker.  Since I've been free, no retraction, no apology...Nothing.  Little Dustin, not Justin, Blitchok refuses to talk about the situation not even a mile from the Oakland Press.  He wouldn't touch the fact that my first so-called victim lied.  White America is strong people and can even sensor the press.  I wrote to Taryn Asher, too, and I hope they leave her alone; she's a new mother!

I needed to have someone to know who would stop my possible death or maiming.  At times, I thought it was just that bad, and don't really feel safe when I go outside.  I stayed in for awhile, I stayed in the house.  I had to go see about my money.  I had to exercise or wither away in this house.  Huel Perkins can tell the world if I die.  If I'm beaten or disappear.  I needed him to help me.  He doesn't have to tell my story.  I would love if Fox 2 would give me a forum to tell my own story.  I wished that it never happened.  They love Bouchard and in times like this, Perkins understands exactly who he is and what he means to those in charge.
Local 4 News won't air an apology for the same reason.

I tried to call Perkins to apologize for what I've done and he is now screening his calls.  I'll wait for a call back that might not come.  I hope it does, television isn't television without him, and I'm afraid he won't be there long.  Jeff the call screener was flip when I asked his last name, and asked if Perkins knew me.  I wanted to just tell him, "Tell him I'm sorry".

I knew when I was born Black, it wouldn't be easy.
Michael Evan - Good Times


AMY

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Amy Burdette


Now, I'm not sure what the truth is about Amy's case, because it keeps changing.  First she was partying with a bunch of people.  She said she and a bunch of her friends,  were partying at a motel.  She says the man she murdered said something about her boyfriend and she shot him.  Well, I just read the story on-line and it seemed that she was in the motel room with the man alone.  So, it seems to me he could have possibly been a trick.  The paper said that they don't know why she was in the room with him.  If anything, the police knew, because they kept Amy in E in a bam-bam room for her entire stay.  She was butt naked in her cell, when she was in there.  She would disappear for about three days in a row at times.  They would roll her blanket up and pretend that she was in there.  I would come down to her cell and see the blanket all rolled up and ask, "Where's Amy?"  Mildred would say, "Oh, she just wrapped up in her blanket sleep."  I never saw her, and I think she was out stripping and prostituting.  She went straight to District Court to the Forensic Center.  I know she was bound over to Circuit Court, but can't find out who that judge is.

When I did see her, she had that goofy smile on her face.  She sat in that room naked and would braid and re-braid her hair. Amy wasn't suicidal, and I wasn't sure why she was naked.  She would act like she was mentally ill and make these high pitched sounds while she sang.  Then she would take pieces of toilet paper and wet it and stick it to the walls.  Amy was the happiest crazy person I ever saw.  She was always smiling at me with that goofy grin.   I've never seen a person who was in a psychotic episode who enjoyed it so much.  Mental illness is frustrating to most.  I remember Jennifer Kukala after she murdered her two children.  A year later, and she was crying for 72 hours in the Observation Room next to my room.  Mental illness is a torture and it causes people great anger and torment.  Nobody wants to be mentally ill, nobody, but Sarah and Amy.

A Black man is worthless to the Oakland County Judicial System.  A Black life is worth less and can be traded for sex.  "The love of money is the root of all evil".  Amy is not evil, but what she did is.  The fact that she killed a man and has no regret about doing it to the point she gives her body to any man who wants it.  That's nothing to her, because that's what she was doing when she killed a man.  She admits she was smoking crack at the time.  Drug and alcohol use is not a cause for a "Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity" plea.  Amy says the drugs make it worse.  I say she's a liar and some very important people have given her a free ride.

Amy wears a tattoo on her neck that says "Frown".  She designed it, because she didn't smile much.  She is happy, because she killed a man and got away with it.  She wore Victoria Secret's stretch pants with no panties.  Had a relationship with famed child killer Sharon Hinajosa and laughs at me, because she's done.  She went to a step-down back in February.  She can stay there a month or forever.  She wanted to go to Kalamazoo instead of Caro, because, "They keep you forever".  I saw the midnight Supervisor coming from her room one morning.  I never saw him go in, and that made me think he had been there for the night.

The Forensic Center is another place for sex for money.  I had the worse time there, too.  Not as bad as the jail, because they didn't lock me up for 23 hours out of the day.  What I got was a chance to once again have a boyfriend who would take care of me, and a chance to make orders out of a catalog.  That is the biggest treat most of these women have.  Amy lined her shoes across the wall.  Lined them up and claimed that she got them from her job working in the print shop.  Mary Ann, the woman who runs the print shop, found her the joy of her life.  She and Sarah ran the whole unit, except for me.  They feared me for exactly what's happening write now.  My telling the world they got away with murder, because they are whores.