Kermit Williams...Scoundrel and Cheat

Kermit Williams

Everett Seay was convicted of using the city to commit a crime. I liked Everett Seay and really hated to know that he was involved in such a vile crime. As a person convicted of a crime she did not commit and spent eight years of my life incarcerated! I can truly sympathize with anyone in jail or prison. There is someone in this city that does so much damage to our people and proclaim every week that he is working for the people, but in reality, he is working for himself. Kermit Williams is a Scoundrel and a cheat and he is using the city as his own private piggy bank. Along with his partner in crime Doris Taylor-Burk, they are trying to rip the city off. There is so much business that wants to come into Pontiac, and they don't want to deal with Kermit Williams and his ways. It's his attempt to get money out of developers any way he can.

I knew that was his game, when all those houses started popping up on the Eastside. Houses were going up like flies. I could believe it, and then I remembered Walter Moore. I heard that at one point, he lived in Rochester, after his fleecing of the city. Developers, he had allowed in the city had built him a house or gave him a house. This one in payment of letting him build homes in Pontiac. I know there is some truth in it, because all the people of Pontiac know how Walter Moore robbed the city. Kermit Williams is no better and all the dealings that he has in this city is to fill his pockets. The way he has to get up in meetings and can't sit down for more that an hour. That's nothing but a habit! A bad habit that just might get him in the same place that Everett Seay and Jeff Hawkins ended up. I'll tell you it ain't easy, but he is holding up valuable projects in the city with his greed and callousness towards our Mayor. He acts worse than a "catty" old woman.

The first thing I noticed, about his interactions with the Mayor, is that he is short with her. When she is speaking, he won't let her finish a thought. What's that all about? You can catch him, however, asking his friend, Doris Taylor-Burks, if she is finished with what she has to say. Tonight, at the City Council Meeting, he stopped her right in the middle of a sentence. He didn't even let her finish her thought. No one, can say what they need to say in exactly three minutes. What is so ironic, is that Councilman Cater didn't even use his three minutes. Kermit Williams has it so that he speaks last. The City Council Meetings is his chance to "grand stand" and act like he's looking out for our people. In reality, he's looking out for his nose, and the reason he can't stay in his seat. I was present at one of the last budget meetings with Plant Moran, and he sat at the table eating chicken nuggets and fries from McDonald's.

That means that he's not only unprofessional with the Mayor, but unprofessional when we have people in our city that we do business with. That's why people don't respect our city. Sadly, I think that's his entire point. If he was hungry, he should have eaten, before coming to the meeting. I don't understand how someone could support such a disgusting person. He has no respect for the office of the Mayor. Not because she isn't doing a good job, but because she has taken away he and Doris Taylor-Burks ability to get money from people who want to bring businesses into Pontiac. He is angry with Plant Moran, because they are now doing the job they were meant to do and not bringing someone in here to "fudge" our books and make little accounts, just for him and Taylor-Burke to "buy coffee" with. The young lady from Plant Moran present at the meeting was very professional. She knew all the accounts by number and had to explain to him what the process is. After she explained it, he waved his hand and said, "I don't know where your going to get the money from, but take it from somewhere!" That's when the Deputy Mayor had to explain that you must balance. You can't just appropriate money to a cause or department, without taking money from somewhere else.

Doris Taylor-Burks

His anger with the Mayor comes from her veto power more than likely. She can simply veto his resolutions and make him bring it all up, again. This is difficult for him, because the only part of the charter that he knows and understands are the portions where he is allowed to steal. All other portions he hasn't a clue. He's always bringing up new ideas and changes to the way the city is ran. As a city employee told one of his cronies last week, "...It is the job of the Council to set those rules." Do you know Pontiac, they don't know that? Kermit Williams has no idea what his job is as a City Councilperson! Just listen to him one day. I noticed in that budget meeting. All he wanted to know is about receipts and unmarked accounts that read, "miscellaneous". He would make statements like, "Who has access to those funds?" The Deputy Mayor would explain that the people of those departments would use that money for things they needed in the office. He was never satisfied with the answer and he and Taylor-Burke, would exchange glances. They seemed to believe that someone else was getting a slice that they weren't privileged to. They also was very interested in using the grant writer the Mayor had appropriated funds to hire. But they don't have access to the grant writer.

 Just like they don't have a representative on the Planning Committee. This way, they can't cozy up the the companies wanting to come in here and "hit 'em up" for cash. If you listen to the meeting this week, he kept reiterating that point. They want a member of the Council on that Board. That way, they know who and where to lean on the company for bribes. He want on that committee and the Mayor won't move on that, because this isn't the mafia. When companies like Fed Ex get that feeling they will run. They are a reputable company. Tom Hanks movie, "Cast Away" was about this company. They are willing to put 57 million dollars into Pontiac. We should be grateful, instead, Kermit Williams wants to hit them up for his share. Totally, disregarding the fact that it's not his district. Six people showed up to disagree, SIX and he wants to hold up the Vote? NO, he wants to "hit up" Fed Ex for some money. 

Now, Williams has infiltrated Councilman Woodward's Fed Ex deal. There is nothing wrong with that deal, and it's not like Fed Ex trucks will be going through the neighborhood. It will be accessed from Telegraph and not cause harm to anyone. Taylor-Burks, who claims to volunteer at the Haven that sits back there, is worried about the women being found by their abusive husbands. Messy Mary told her that she sat back there and watched a woman walk from Value World with a cart and three children. May I also add that Oakland County Sheriff's Department is a half a mile down the road. Even if they aren't my favorite people.There will be no harm to those women and children by a Fed Ex driver telling their abusive husband where they are, especially if they are walking to the Value World. They must not be too scared. This is a "golden" opportunity for Pontiac. My only issue is getting Pontiac people jobs and letting them keep those jobs to care for their families, without no bull...

I want to see my city grow. It can't grow with greedy people trying to support their drug habit with our chances. "What's in it for me?" Poor Councilman Woodward didn't even speak on his own district. Kermit Williams claimed that people had been calling him about the issues of Fed Ex, and as I counted, there was only six households. It may have been more people, but only six households. Where are all the people that were in such great number, he had to taken over Councilman Woodward's resolution. Re-Zoning is a District situation and should be handles by the districts councilperson. Kermit Williams is so greedy, he wants some of that Fed Ex money. That little garage over on Paddock and Osmun isn't going to get him the "Big Bucks" that Fed Ex will, and he has taken over. I implore Fed Ex to do all of it's business "above the table" and not give him a dime. He needs to concentrate on his district and all the junk that's down at Osmun and Paddock and Osmun and Jessie. The logs dividing property and the uncut grass. I went down that and took a video of what the garage would sit next to and here it is:

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The grass, well weeds, are at least six feet high. It's like that every year. I live down the street and drive passed it three to four times a week. I'm not in his district, however, but at the cut-off and Patrice Waterman is my councilwoman and that's another story all together. What's with Paddock being paved to Elm? Eastern Oil should be made to pay for half the road project, because they are the ones messing it up. They have huge trucks on those streets, everyday. How come they aren't doing anything to pave the streets down Paddock to Elm? They're probably lining Kermit Williams pockets for the right not to fix the roads they destroyed. Somebody should ask him about that! He has that obviously challenged woman, come to the meetings and sing his praise. She can't even control herself, and has no kind of decorum or self-respect. The Mayor had to call the police on her. She's just about as ideal a supporter, as Williams councilman, how he eating potato chips and chicken nuggets in budget meetings. So, I guess they deserve one another.

I would like to end with this. Our Mayor is a very professional woman. She has class and she is very intelligent. She does an excellent job at representing our city and she doesn't need to steal our money. The way Kermit Williams attacks her, cuts her off and treat her disrespectfully is outrageous. Everyone is always bringing her husband, the late Judge William Waterman, into the mix. He would have the "cow-doo" beat out of Williams if he was alive. But it wouldn't even get that far, because he wouldn't disrespect her like that if he was alive. It makes me question Kermit Williams manhood, when he treats a graceful woman of her stature like that. But I was at the "SOUP" presentation on Saturday, and he came behind me taking pictures almost on my head. I turned around and he gave me a sneaky, evil and sadistic smile. I never know he has my back, but he knows now..."That's not it..."

Elm and Jessie

Jessie

I've been getting negative feedback on my Facebook fanpage about my attitude towards Councilman Kermit Williams. Please, if you have Facebook, click on the link and go to the end of the meeting. He is so unprofessional and disrespectful towards the Mayor. I believe, because she is a woman. I know he doesn't plan to go to Lansing, and treat those legislators the way he treats our Mayor! This is just a whole other kind of insolence.

City Council Meeting June 3, 2018

Messy Mary Strikes, Again

Detective Paul McDougal-OCSD

I wrote to Michael Bouchard the other day. I was attacked on Facebook, because I wanted to run a closed group. This is our 30th Class Reunion and one of the coordinators decided to use a group I had created to get the word out about the group. I started the group in 2009, when I first started on Facebook. I had no idea it would become an issue. I thought we would have a 25th class reunion and wanted to get together before, and have a successful reunion. I had no idea that I would create a place that I would be further slandered by the Oakland County Sheriff's Department. I was and knew exactly where it was coming from, Paul "Pancho" McDougal. A man that has harassed and haunted me since 1994, when his then ex-girlfriend, Patricia Sanchez appeared at my door bruised and battered.

He had given her the last beating, before sending her back out into the cold world. She and I had met, while working at "Hit or Miss" an old clothing store for women. We became fast friends and started hanging out. What we really started doing was stealing. Everything that wasn't nailed down. We would get our load everyday. She and I used another friend to take things from the store. When our shift was over, we would meet up at her house that she shared with McDougal to split the spoils. He knew all about it, and benefited from it, because he didn't have to buy her clothes. He didn't have to buy food either. She got food stamps down at her sister's house. She never claimed the twins they had together, and he wasn't sought after for child support. Sadly, once he had beat the hope out of her, and she gave him their "boys", he got her for child support. She got in the rears and whenever she tried to come visit "the boys" she was arrested and sent to jail.

Patricia really thought she had "come up". She wore nice clothes, thanks to our little scheme. She had a nice little apartment with cute furniture and a view of the lake. She even once referred to it as "luxury". That was stretching it a bit, but you have to know her story. When she was young her mother gave her two oldest daughter to their father. That left Patricia and her two brothers, who were also twins. They lived in San Antonia and didn't have to speak English if they didn't want to. She was raised in a "project" with Mexican kids. She is Puerto Rican, and not Mexican. When she was 16-years old, her mother died. That left her in a string of family homes. While in New York, her aunts husband tried to rape her. I think that's where she got into a lot of her bad habits and routines. She finally came to Michigan, looking for her sisters her mother had given away.

Before that, she lived with a family in their basement. From what she told me, they took advantage of her emotionally, physically and in other ways. Patricia was beautiful, and men would almost run into us while we sat at the light, because they were staring. I was going through something myself with a hysterical pregnancy and she never judged and only tried to help. She kept running to the doctor, herself. My body was spontaneously aborting my embryos, because of my blood type. I am B-, and if my boyfriend had a positive blood type my body would abort my baby, because it saw the fetus as a foreign body. Patricia had another problem, Paul had herpes and she was always afraid she had it. One day, she asked me to watch "the boys", while she went to the doctor. I just asked her,"Why are you always going to the doctor?" She hesitated and in that thick Spanish accent said, "Paul got herpes!" I was floored and didn't know what to say. She went on to say he got it from some girl in high school.

Fast-Forward to 1998 and my brother is indicted with his friends. I go on with my life, working at Sears and going to school. One day, I see Steve Wittebort at the gym and start writing him love letters. I don't care, he fine to me and mind your business. There was nothing in those letters to cause alarm or fear. I'm not stupid and don't go out on the regular and threaten the police. I knew he was the police, because when he got into the academy he came to Sears and told me and told me he was buying a house. I didn't care! Five years later, he had gained 30 pounds, become a detective and acquired a swag I never seen, before. So, 10 years later I can say I had fallen for him. I just didn't know where that would take me.

In one of my letters, I mentioned my brothers friends. Steve then took my letters to his Sergeant and from there I guess Paul got them He then took them to his friend at the Oakland County Prosecutor, Denis Brainard. She then charged me with a crime. Afraid to be called a drug dealer, due to his association to me and my drug dealing brother Steve cooperated with the phony charge. Remember, Pontiac Police was filthy back then, and Steve going to prison for dealing drugs wasn't far-fetched, because look what they did to me. I ended up spending four years in prison, on a 90-day sentence. Colleen O'Brien gave him that one. I was rail-roaded so badly I hate thinking about the choices I was forced to make, due to ineffective counsel. Those days were long and hard in prison and I don't want to think about those, either.

Patricia Sanchez

I got home and he continued to harass and interfere in my life. I went to complain to Val Gross, then Chief of Police in Pontiac, and he had me brought up on charges of stalking him. All the while I wondered, "Where is Patricia?" She was no where to be found and my life was once, again, falling apart. Due to the dirt of the Pontiac Police, a lot had been laid-off by then, but you couldn't cut it deep enough. I was even arrested and tried, after the Oakland County Sheriff's Department took over. Believe me, it was all lies and garbage and I can prove it. After all of my travels that are chronicled in these blogs, I've been home three years and living my best life, until this reunion came up. Paul's cousin Deneen, is said to have graduated in our class. I don't remember, and swear she was supposed to graduate the year before. She's on Facebook asking who the administrator of the group is. I reply to her question, "Me, why?" She gave no answer.

Then there was all this commotion about who was in the group and who wasn't. I changed the settings, and only I could allow people in the group. Then I began deleting all the people who weren't in the class of '88, or was a questionable character. That got the attention of the "haters" and they created their own group and blocked me out of it. I had blocked Deneen, mainly for being Pauls cousin. I sent her a nasty message and asked her to tell Paul, "Hello". When I saw that she had excepted my request, I blocked her and got my satisfaction. Honestly, I can't stand him. Deneen, like his entire family, thinks he's so special and I didn't have time for that in my group. Then one of my life-long friends asked me to take her back. She wanted a successful reunion. I agreed, and made this friend an administrator. This way she could do whatever she wanted to make the reunion successful. I thought I was being very fair and very generous.

One day, I got 51 request for approval to the group and not one from the Class of '88. Most of them were drug dealers, and I accepted those that were acceptable and Deleted the rest. I messaged the guy, who made the requests, and asked him not to do that and he berated me. Calling me "crazy" and stuff and I let it go. I blocked him, but then I was thinking where all that came from. I immediately thought of Deneen and Paul. She had requested back in the group, however, and I had let her back. It wasn't enough for the other women in the class. The ones who thought I would have their life and those so miserable with there's. Who starts another group and block somebody? I had blocked a entire list of '88ers. I didn't care either, but not from the group. I had only blocked two from the group, and they did right to create their own group, because I was tired of them chicks doing roll-call and leaving people out! Important people to me. I guess I'm a bit petty, too, and it is good they got their own group, now!

So, I write the letter, and tell everything, again! Patricia, food-stamps and herpes. Hoping this time that something will happen and once and for all, Paul would leave me alone. There is more he did, but I'm trying miserably to keep this short. Paul is a psychopath. The last time I told on him, he let that poor girl die in that Facebook murder case. Remember, he trailed the cars and didn't stop it. He never sounded his horn, flashed a light or turn on a siren. Nothing, and a young girl lost her life. I pray that this time, in an effort to look good, no one else has to die, because of Paul's lack of effort. I told all of this to Mary Pietila. She's the police or sheriff expert, and I was hoping that when she said she was going to help me. You know like in the first blog on her. She claimed that she would help me with a detective that was harassing me that it was Paul McDougal. No, it wasn't, and as you can see up top, she doesn't want anything to do with this. She wants to be the police and that's the problem

She didn't even want to talk about it, and brushed me off like I don't matter. I remember she told me, "Oh...It's all in your head!" She was listening to those crooked police and remember they were going to set someone up and needed me. She's not interested in the real bad people, only those she deems bad and screw a troublemaker like me. I always come back to my blog, it's my voice and as transparent as it gets. Paul can come out and say I'm a liar. The one thing he can do is produce Patricia. I hear he claims she's some wasted crackhead living on the streets or something. The person I knew would be living her best life. She wasn't dumb, by any means and I bet she's still beautiful, too. If somebody, anybody finds Patricia, I could get my entire life back. If one person who is responsible would just do their job, it could all be solved. That means you, too, Mike...

This is one of the exchanges, between Mary Pietila and me:

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