Party Down with the CNS Workers

James Patton
Outreach Coordinator
Community Network Services (CNS)

The man in the picture above is James Patton. His title is "Outreach Coordinator" for Community Network Services (CNS). I have been told and suspect he is a pimp. He and Dr. Z work together at CNS. You remember Dr. Z, don't you? He is the doctor that Judge Martha Anderson called in open court that lied on me. He told the judge that he had said that he was going to put me on medication, but I told him that I wouldn't take it if he did. When the truth is that he never mentioned medication to me at all. We would sit and talk once a week and we did that about four times, and he never, ever mentioned medication to me! But he lied to the judge and said he had. I no longer see Dr. Z. He is left for "Patton's Prostitutes". I see a nurse practitioner. Even if I am supposed to be "insane", she does everything that a doctor of psychiatry can do. What the key is in this instance is credibility. When Patton is pimping these women, he needs to have something on them. Most of these women come from the jail. No one wants to be committed and Dr. Z can commit a woman or man, for that matter, in an instant. Just like he did to me, his lies are not questioned, especially in a corrupt system. They mostly know that he is lying, but accept his lies as truth and allow his words to damage your life. As in my case. On his words, the judge sent me back to jail. That time, I was given spoiled milk, put on food loaf, my food all mixed in a blender and forced to go on a hunger strike, until I no longer had to eat it. 

For these men they could care less about what I went through, or how I feel. It's all about cold-hard cash. This man pimps a lot of the White girls, because he thinks they are weak, but they are the ones that told me about him and Dr. Z. He doesn't want me at the Waterford Office, at all. That's where he works and refuses to have me come. Even if, every now and again I can turn up there. They were giving me pills at the pharmacy there, Geneco. They put something on them that made me reek with anxiety and depression. I quickly moved my meds over to Rite-Aid pharmacy, where I get all the rest of my medications. I knew something was up when the girl called me to remind me that I needed to come pick up my medication. I hung up the phone and thought, "She thinks I'm crazy or something?" I went and picked them up and threw them in the trash. Because here's the thing that I have learned in and out of mental institution the last 20-years. You don't have to take your medication. They can't make you do anything, unless you break the law, are a danger to yourself or someone else. Get to acting a fool and they can shoot you up with enough drugs to put you to sleep for a couple of days. If you still acting crazy, they shoot you up with some more. That's why Dr. Z told a big lie on me. If he suggested medication to me, I would have filled the script and just not taken it. I don't have to, but if I get out of hand in the community that is just cause for them to institutionalize me and force me to take drugs. They claimed that I was insane, however, when I didn't stalk Val Gross, but sane when I didn't stalk Steve Wittebort. I go in and out of sanity.

So, CNS has these slamming parties with free food. I mean good catered meals and presents and music. A slamming D.J. I mean they be jamming. I'm no longer invited. In fact, they hide the flyers when I'm coming, and my case manager doesn't give me the date. My nurse practitioner usually has the flyer on her desk, too. Nope, there isn't a flyer to be found. I just started going back to them, after a two year hiatus. After 2015, I was banned from all events and they all are popping! This year, after the summer picnic, I had to write a letter to the head of CNS and tell him about the happenings at the affair. They had two black women, about 400-pounds a piece, nodding off at a picnic table. I assume they were doped up, because they were such a threat. Due to their size the people at their home-care facility was afraid of them. People were taking video that's totally out of the question! It infringes on the clients privacy. I'm going to try to create a link on this blog that will allow you to read the letter as written, no edits. If your device has Word, you can read it and understand why I've been banned. My case manager is so foul. She is the person that is supposed to make sure I get to all events, and if I don't have transportation, provide transportation for me. She didn't tell me anything about it. I'm writing Medicaid and letting them know that they pay for services and they are singling me out and giving other clients perks that they deny me. For your information that is the "Equal Protection Under the Law" provision of the U.S. Constitution. It's where Civil Right get its legitimacy. Everyone in this country must get the same treatment. If you don't give me the same courtesy that you give others in my situation, you have trampled my rights as a member of my class. In this case member of CNS.

They had the annual Christmas Party on Tuesday for my team. They sent me a flyer saying that it would be on the 13th, today. Everyone at Community Network Service was in on the gag. I even went to the Pontiac Office once. They didn't have any flyers at the reception area. They have hired Altronese Cunningham as the new Lead Receptionist there. What a joke, she's one of them and treats those clients like dogs. She knows not to try her mess on me, again. I can say that my case manager was in the back with another worker, probably smoking crack, and lied on her. They are all running in the same cunning circles. They don't want me at events so they can suck down all the food, make the clients freak dance with one another, participate in the "Fight Club" and every other indecent act they can come up with. That includes having sex with them. They want to be able to do it all without my watchful eye. It's not snitching, because I'm one of them. I consider myself a Whistle Blower. Until you get up and have breakfast with a man that's been forced to have sex, with another man, the night before! You could never fathom what I'm talking about. Until you see a soul so badly broken, will you ever know. Lashow has been going through it most of his life. These people, the people who try and silence me are expert "killers of ones soul". They do everything that they can to break your spirit; everything. They take all your dignity and freedoms and throw you out for the dogs. Hey, but God...But God!

Letter to Kevin Garrett dated September 4, 2019:

https://1drv.ms/w/s!Agg_0E0QYbnyjzWNvOEu60JyzDfJ

LIEN, LIES and SOS

I just posted a blog about my troubles trying to get into a shelter in Pontiac, and about how I'm not welcome. A woman on Facebook read it and asked if my stories were true. I told her off; of course. Then I thought about it and my story is quite unbelievable. I surprised that no one has asked that same question years ago. I had to assure her that it is real and it is my life. I put emphasis on how I'm living it, everyday. I decided to share my SUV registration, and maybe she won't believe this either. It is absorbed and I don't believe that people actually think they can get away with such foolishness. I don't believe it myself, because I've been in contact with the Attorney General and given her lawyer my correspondence with almost everyone that I have been in contact with for the last five years. I've decided that the dirty law enforcement people just think they are untouchable. They've been doing what they do so long, they don't believe that anyone will do anything to them and that no one cares one bit about me. Mainly, because I'm just this Black woman from a poor background and no one has ever stood up for someone like me before. I really don't know why they do what they do, but I have another incredible story to tell.

Every year you have to renew your registration. I do it, because it's the law. In August, I got a brand new credit card, I went on the Secretary of State website and filled out the application to renew my registration. At that time, it was $138. I got a notification that I didn't have insurance. Well, I know I have insurance, because my man pays it. He would never have me driving around without it, because I could kill someone or get into a horrible accident. We never know when an accident will occur, and that's why it's an accident. Since I don't have ready access to him, I don't not have my proof. I had to go get my airbag replaced on a recall, and got a rental car. The man at Enterprise, a shady car rental establishment, ask me about insurance and if I could brandish proof. I explained to him that I could not. Since September 2014, the Secretary of State, car dealers and the police can run a LIEN on your license plate and find out if you have insurance, and I don't need proof for a traffic stop or to get my tab at the SOS. People versus Mazzie, a case in Michigan in 2018 made it possible for the police to stop you for not having insurance, if they run your plate and find out you do not have insurance. Mazzie is about illegal drugs and searching a vehicle during a traffic stop. Mazzie claimed that it was illegal to stop and search a car on a "no insurance" violation.

A lower-court judge, probably one on "the take", sided with Mazzie. The Prosecutor, however, took it to a higher court and had the decision overturned. After two other attempts to register my car, I just gave up. All the thieves at Walmart, Meijer, Hollywood Market and The Dollar Tree were informed by the crooked law enforcement that I would not be in October 1st. I thought that I didn't insurance, because I didn't have access to my boyfriend and the State is not giving me a registration. That is true, I do not have a green sticker on my car. About two weeks ago, I got a letter from USAA asking me about where I wanted to send my "Insurance Dividend". I was shocked, because I wasn't aware who held my insurance, and USAA has been my insurance carrier the entire time that I've had my SUV. According to People versus Mazzie, they have been reporting to the LIEN company every 16-days of my having full-coverage on my car. As well as my finance company, who by the way, has not called me to inform me that my insurance has lapsed. That is cause to repossess my SUV. But the man at USAA thanked me for being a trusted customer for the last two years. I just reopened my account at my boyfriends request, after using two other banks this past year. I haven't, to my knowledge, been with them for two years.

Heaster Wheeler
Assistant Secretary of State

So, not only did they want me to believe that I don't have insurance, but that my man is lying to me. They are always trying to break us up. So, I was in Walmart, Meijer, Hollywood Market and The Dollar Tree on the 1st of October. And any place I wanted to go. If I have insurance, they can only ticket me for "no registration". They needed me to think that my car would be insured. I however know the law. They could tow my car for no insurance, but I have insurance, and so... I drive where I need to go. I don't want to go anywhere. I wrote a letter to Heaster Wheeler, Assistant Secretary of State, and friend to Reverend Wendell Anthony. He is the man in the blog that sat with Anthony and ate in my face. When I handed him the letter, I tried to stick it in his folder. He took it and placed it in his upper breast pocket, close to his heart. He told me that he would read it when he got in bed that night. That was funny and I laughed out loud. When did he become a six-feet, green-eyed White man of Italian descent? When did he become fine. I stood there wondering if he really planned to masturbate to my letter. 

These are the properties for the letter that I wrote to him. He was at Newman A.M.E. Church that Sunday November 17, 2019. It started at 4:00 pm, and I got there around 4:30 pm. He was standing in the foyer talking to two gentlemen there for the conference. I have not heard a word from Ass. Secretary of State Wheeler. 

I can't make this stuff up, even if people think I am. On Sunday, November 24 at around 2:30 am, I was stopped by Bloomfield Hills Police, Officer Simon. He asked me for my license, insurance and registration. I handed him my license and told him that was all I had. He leaned in and said, "You have insurance, you just don't have proof?" I looked at him funny and replied, "Can't you tell if I have insurance or not?" He returned the funny look and said, "No, I've been a cop for 18-years. I have never heard of us being able to tell if you have insurance by running your plate!" He took my license and when he got in his car and I was sure he couldn't hear me, I said out loud, "You a lying MF" I repeated over and over again, as he wrote me a ticket. Not for no insurance, but for no registration, and a side note of "NO PROOF OF INSURANCE". Because he's a liar and he knew before he stopped me I had insurance, but I didn't have that green tab. So, I wasn't driving without insurance, but without proof. There is a difference. I wrote a complaint on him, after finding People versus Mazzie and called to set my court date to fight the ticket. How can a State refuse to give someone a registration? My crooked cousin that uses Enterprise Rental Car, whenever she needs to rent a vehicle asked me, "Why don't you just take the proof to the SOS Office and get your registration?" I replied, "I don't have proof! Why don't the Secretary of State do their job? Why do they lie and say I don't have insurance?" Because that's the biggest question.

The men that I'm dealing with have juice. They troll me all day with commercials on all major networks. I think, no, I know they are so deep they can't afford to stop. Anytime people can use your mother and turn your own mother against you. Have her putting stuff in your food to make you sick with high-blood pressure and diabetes. I have migraines that shake my entire body, aches of a 90-year old and stomach aches. They are not only slick, but sickening. I don't know what she is trying to accomplish. When I was at Beaumont Hospital, this old man crept in. Kind of like how my mother fakes back trouble. He sat down and his daughter, I guess that's who she was, sat next to him. He looked at me sadly, and I rolled my eyes and popped my mouth. My mother will never live with me. Not in the house with my family. I don't care who feelings are hurt by that. NObody has to lie in their bed and listen to their heart beat, unable to sleep. They want me to feel bad about that choice. I don't care how many memes they throw up on Facebook. Mothers love their children. When they find happiness they are happy and they don't ever hurt their children! My mother is sick and the men that are using her are sicker. One day, she will understand or maybe she does and took her shot at keeping the one thing that was ever good to her. Except, she doesn't want me to be happy, and therefore, can't go with me to my happy place. She wouldn't like it there. Heart wrenching, but this too, is a true story...

Wouldn't renewing your registration online be faster and easier than waiting in a long line. That's what I was trying to do. These people have the State in their pockets. First the MDHH and now the SOS. Michigan is the most corrupt state in the union. You don't have to convince me.

The PATH to Self-Loathing

I am convinced that all the institutions in Pontiac have been taken over by corruption. I am having a horrible time at home. I know my mother is putting stuff in my food to make me sick. I can't prove it, but I did find a vial in the garbage that has no business there. No on in this house has that kind of medicine. I think she is doing it for the police. They don't want me to leave this apartment. Like I have said before, it is bugged with audio and visual devices. My sister, who became a doctor 10-years ago, tried on several occasions to buy my mother a house. She has even gotten two realtors to show her homes in Pontiac. No matter what she showed, my mother refused to leave this apartment. We have lived here for 32-years, and on January 17, 2020, it will be 33-years that we've lived here. She pays very little rent, but our landlord does very little work. In 33-years, he has done no upgrades, besides a roof in 1988 and some new cabinets - that are practically falling down. Nothing or very little have been done to just keep up with this house that has an apartment that we live in on the top floor.

My mother, who claims that she doesn't want to live here, tears up the house, to keep our landlord from raising the rent. She clogs the sink with grease, breaks the toilet and any other thing to show him that what she pays is all this place is worth. It's sad to me, because when we moved her we were homeless. She was sleeping in my sister's utility room and I was going from house to house, because I wasn't wanted. My father's girlfriend had taken in my little brother. She did not want another one of my mother's children in her house. My brother said that she didn't treat him too kindly. She had let my father know that I wasn't welcome and he found any reason to kick me out. Couple that with the idea that I didn't use drugs and I wasn't wanted anywhere. I had to do unconventional things to survive the homelessness and there is no way I would ever want to be homeless, again. My mother making me sick is a reason for me to be homeless. I spent the Saturday before Thanksgiving trying to get help for my heart-rate being too fast and being able to hear my heart beat that made me riddled with anxiety. The Oakland County Sheriff's Department has this entire city on lock and when I entered St. Joseph, it started with the guard at the door.

He is what I call a real racist. I walked right up to the desk to get help. He called after me, "Hey, you gotta come back here!" Then he laughed at me and shook his head. I was preturded, but it was not as big as my heart beating out of my chest. There was a White woman that came in with some food, and he let her go to the back without question. A Mexican family walked in and he stopped them, made a phone call and had them sit and wait for verification to go back. His attitude was so nasty and vile. He knew me already and I didn't care. I sat and waited to go back. St. Joe is one if not the largest hospitals in the State. How could they employ such a horrible man? But the police and their minions are running a whorehouse in all the hospitals. I remember that Sarah, at Caro, made several runs to the hospital every week. People in hospitals make a lot of money, especially the doctors and trained personnel. When you walk into a hospital, it is dripping with money and the pimps know it, too. Six men came into the hall, while I sat on a gurney and stared at me and tried to make me feel uncomfortable. No one wanted to hear about my mother and I had never been so uncomfortable in a place that is supposed to help. When I left and went down to Beaumont, my doctor was more attentive, but she kept getting called away. Finally, she left and never came back. I lay there for two hours, before I got up and left.

In order to get away from my mother, I devised a plan. I would become homeless, and as a "mental needs" indiviual I qualify. I live right around the corner from PATH the homeless shelter that used to be for abused women. I heard they have changed that requirement. Like the jail and hospitals, it seems that the homeless shelters have been taken over as prostitution houses. I had my case manager from Community Network Services (CNS) to call and try and get me into PATH. She hesitated and said that she would try and get me into Grace Center of Hope. I froze, because I saw a new report about them. They had opened a woman's shelter in Pontiac for women and all the women were attractive and former drug addicts. That meant two things to me. First they were involved with the people that worked in the facility, sexually. Second, they were prostitutes. I told her that I wanted to live at PATH. She said she would call them. She contacted them and told me that they wanted me to call every morning at 10 in the morning. I did, and then got to a woman that told me that I needed to speak to Bonnie Haney the Intake Specialist. I called her and left a message and she phone me back, yesterday. Whenever the police get a hold of who called me and they don't like it, they contact that person and tells them all kind of nasty things about me.

I guess they called Bonnie, because she was nasty to me on the phone. She acted as if I had did something to her. I never met Bonnie. I do see the women from PATH on my street that is the next street over. Many of them come by looking at me funny. I see a lot of the women, moving out and moving in. Bonnie said that they had an opening, but it's for a family. "You are a single person; right?" I replied softly, "Yes". She was very snotty to deal with homeless people, but if the women at PATH are being used as prostitutes and the police called her and told her not to provide me with housing that would make sense. If she is the "Intake Specialist", she ran the program, at least the women that they allowed into the program. Before I asked for shelter from them, I would see the women and their children from the program out playing. Now, they are all locked up tight and I don't see anyone. That's a true sign in my opinion. There was another story about the Lighthouse the other week. A woman not only got housing, but free furniture from Gardner White. She got an entire house full of furniture. There was living room, bed room and kitchen furniture. Her daughter got a new bed room and everything. 

The young woman was very attractive and bells went off in my head immediately. Not only that, ut when I saw the man from Gardner White, he looked familiar. Like a trick I had seen before. Believe me people, there aren't many business that will give a entire house full of furniture. She is pretty and is either somebody's girlfriend or a few people girlfriend. They have pretty much taken over any place where women live and turned them into whore houses. CNS I reported is also pimping people and my case manager didn't want anything to do with getting me involved with PATH or Grace Centers of Hope. Everything they do in those places, for those women must be used as barter for sex. The women of these institutions are in on it. When Bonnie invited me to go to their other shelter in Lathrup Village she gave me a non-working number and then two-minutes after hanging up from me, didn't answer her phone. I can only assume that she is the Madam of that place and I'm not wanted. The slot they have for one single person is taken. If I were a certain type of person that slot would be open for me, but I don't trade anything for sex. Even if my mother is poisoning my food. I think they need you to be so desperate that you'll do anything. That's not me...