The Crumbly's Case is Crumbling...Could it be prostitution?

You know when I heard today that the Crumbley’s case was in review I thought prostitution was the reason. Mrs. Crumbley has been in jail too long not to know what’s going on. She also is a prize. I mean who wouldn’t want to have sex with the mother of Ethan Crumbley and have her give them oral sex in the clinic. When I heard she was having affairs on her husband, I knew the situation would get interesting, because she would do anything for that kid. He has plead guilty to all charges. Something only a mother could get her child to do. That place where he was housed is in the same clinic where the women prostitute. There is no doubt in my mind they she told her son to plead guilty, and they would get his parents off. Those deputies are money hungry, but they are also supremist and Ethan killed three White kids and let the Black kids stay home. I remember a Black kid on Channel Seven telling the reporter they were told not to come to school that day. That means that not only did Ethan like Black people, but that he had a kinship to him that he didn’t have for the White kids he attended school with. Ethan Crumbley was being housed with his mother in a whorehouse and now that whole thing is coming to an end. Colleen O’Brien, the same woman that railroaded me into prison, now is on the court of appeals, and was put there by Rick Synder who is responsible for thousands of little Black kids being infected with lead. You must understand to that she is a pimping judge that let many young women go for their participation in prostitution in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). You might say she’s only one judge, but we know they work on favors and who knows how many others like her are there. I know there were women in orison who saw action from the court of appeals. This is going to be a hard thing for me to watch, because if they let them go, I know there was some mess in the game. Those people will be walking free after running and hiding, because they knew they did something wrong. https://www.instagram.com/p/COOqf1cHZvNcXTixd35ed-hsXfANowx2v-xXzc0/

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems: The Rise and Fall of Deirdre Waterman

In September of 2020, I was on Facebook and this guy posted that the City had jobs that was payin $15 an hour. I was unemployed and needed work. I got up on the next Monday to get one of those jobs. It was a chore. I had to walk the streets of Pontiac and knock on doors to ask if people had filled out their Census form and sent it in. The Mayor, Dierdre Waterman had a campaign to make sure Pontiac was counted. She wanted to make sure that we got our share of State and Federal funds that made it possible for Pontiac to grow. It seems that she was making sure that she got her fair share, too. My boss was a man named Ben. He was a thief and laced his pockets with city money. His girlfriend was having a baby, and he was using the city's insurance. He was living the good life, while insuring his nose was happy and content. He wasn't running the canvassing thing right, and was letting the workers write fake information proof that they had knocked on doors. They would lose me, walk a few streets making fake addresses up, go back to City Hall, turn in their contrived proof and get paid for the entire day. After a while of this, the Mayor made me the Lead. It became my job to watch Ben. He was something else to watch, and was milking the City out of thousands of dollars. My workers hated me and loved Ben. He let them get paid for doing nothing. I was happy when they finally ended the Census, because I was almost left to work days with the Mayors lapdog, Dewayne. Ben spent his days doing nothing and getting paid. It would up to Dewayne to hold his feet to the fire, but he never did do anything to Ben and now I know why. I hear from the streets that Waterman was stealing and money is missing from the coffers. I had made her life easy. The then Mayor wanted me on her side. I had been writing scathing blogs about her opposition. Mainly people on City Council who didn't like her. I believed in our Mayor and didn't believe she would steal a dime of our money. But once the Census had ended, She called me back to work the COVID screening station at City Hall. That's where I saw the most damning mess at City Hall. Ben had left, and was off at Blue Cross stealing their money. He's been on several international trips, since leaving the City. He also threw a spectacular wedding in Florida last year, and spared no expense. The way his nose needs powder, there is no way he's doing all this traveling without stealing. He's "gancking" Blue Cross just like he got the City of Pontiac. The Human Resource Director was shuffling old employees around to keep Ben in insurance. She finally had to call one of the Mayor's flunkies and cut her off completely to keep Ben in insurance and his girlfriend in tests and treatments. When the Governor called for another shutdown she fired me. I wasn't laid off like everyone else. I was let go. She was told by the crooked police that I was connected to the right kind of people who would put a stop to her stealing, and even throw her in jail. Now, I hear the Mayor was stealing! I am so disappointed and frankly humiliated. I believed in her. I thought she was fit and honest. All the stuff I witnessed at City Hall, I thought she was a victim. I thought that she was being duped by the people closest to her, but she was in on it the entire time. They say it comes from the head down. She was my hero. I believed that she was keeping all the money safely secure for the people of the City, but she was keeping it for herself. I am so hurt, but it happens to the best of us. We put our trust and loyalty into someone who isn't worthy. She came into my place of employment a few weeks back. She looked at me funny. She wanted to know if I knew. Dewayne had come in, too. He wore shades and his signature, too long suit. Both of them are guilty. They took me out one day and I spent the entire day with them and some pretty big political heavy weights. I felt important and redeemed, but it was all a farce. They were stealing the whole time and I was the biggest fool for being involved in a day, a minute or an hour. Dewayne had a woman in City Hall and trying to put notches on his belt using city money. She always seemed to be concieted and arrogant. Throwing big parties so she could be the center of attention. It seems she needed to have money to reign as a self-realized queen. I just hope she survives...

Alice Don't Live Here No More

You must know Alice to appreciate what I'm about to say. I had seen her a few years ago walking and had given her a ride. I have known Alice for years. We attended Jefferson Jr. High and Pontiac Central at the same time. She is a year younger than I am, and graduated in 1989, if she graduated. I'm not sure, but she and my cousin were good friends. I went years without seeing Alice, until one of my visits to Oakland County Jail on my first case. I have had three. Alice had turned into a mother. She was setting women up with other women when I got there. She had got to keep her fake hair in, just like she has been allowed to keep her wig in the photo above. Alice is an Oakland County Whore, and she just killed a man with two guys and tossed his body near Terry Lake. This is the second time an OCJ has killed someone. Remember Tucker Cipriano who was released and went on to kill his brother and mother. Michael Bouchard is appalled by the death and how people have a total disregard for life. It's his deputies who have the problem, and not society. They are letting dangerous people out of jail in exchange for prostitution. Bouchard is on television talking about how pitiful the crime rate has gotten. His deputies keep letting them go to make a dollar. This hike in crime is all his fault for the most part. These people have been in OCJ and have been let go to wreak havoc on society who is at risk from this behavior. Alice was once a nice girl. She lived over on the Southside. But drugs ruined her. She got in too deep. After we exchanged numbers that day, she began to call me. She needed money to pay for her room at Extended Stay, where she was living with her daughter and grandchildren. She had lost her last home and was homeless. I explained that I didn't have much money but took her up $10 to help on the bill. I can't help but believe I dodged a bullet and I'm lucky to be alive, today. She kept calling me asking me for things. I always got out of going somehow and now think it was only God that got me away from her. She used to try and contact me through Facebook. I had to block her. She was relentless when she thought she had an easy mark. I was not easy. She called me to take her to the grocery store at midnight to buy groceries. She is persuasive to say the least. I almost stayed up to take her to the store. It was maddening her power. Now, she may go on trial for murder. I say “may”, because I’ve seen murderers go free in Oakland County with six years in the nut house. Alice having made them a lot of money, may get off. Stay tuned…

Patricia

I met Patricia in September 1991. I had just turned 21-years old. She was so serious and was not having any of my mess, and I tried to give it to me. She didn't appreciate it an told me just that, and ofcourse we became fast friends. I found out her boyfriend was an aquaintance named Paul McDougal. He was working for Budweiser at the time, and I had known his bestfriend for a little while, and that's how we had met. He was a nice guy, so I thought, until she showed up on my doorstep at one in the morning. She had walked to my house from their apartment about three miles away. I spoke to him the next day and he reassured me that they would work it out and that Patricia was just being silly and dealing with their twins and her son all day was causing her to have some kind of mental breakdown, but they would work through it. I was satified and he picked her up and I thought the situation was over. One day while we were talking and I was telling her how ungrateful she was, she finally confessed that Paul beat her. She's Puerto Rican and has long flowing hair that she cut off, because he used it to beat her. She said that every time she tried to run away, he would grab her hair and wrap his hands around it and beat her in the face. She was so beuatiful that it broke my heart. She told me that when we met that he would have beaten her, but she would cover the bruises with make-up. < < My mother would alwys say, "There is something wrong with that girl!" She was really doing bad. She said the first time he beat her she was four months pregnant with their twin boys. She knew she was having twins at two months. She had her first ultrasound and had two little peas on the screen. She placed the ultrsound picture on the refridgerator when she had moved in. We went on as friends, we were still working at the clothing store I met her at in Bloomfield Hills. I never saw any bruises or anything, and could dismiss her confession. But then she got his passwards to his work voicemail. She would check it and after a while she would have me check it. Paul was seeing about three other women. He went to different bars in Oakland County selling taps. He would meet women at those bars and start relationships with them. He would also take the "Bud Girls" out at night and had quite the night life, while she stayed home with the kids. He was a piece of work and would tell her he was at OU studying for his test. The test was the civil service exam for the Pontiac Police Deparment. She didn't tell me he was getting a job with the police until he made his last stand. I had told her not to confront him about the woman in Southfield TGIF. I told him that he would blame her, because she was his escape from her and the kids. She didn't believe me and she confronted him one day and he beat her. < < He beat her in the face so bad that her entire face was red. By the time I saw it, it was pink. He had bruised her arms so bad that they were black and purple. She had raised her shirt and I saw her back. He had kicked her with his shoes on. She had these triangles on her back from the tips of his shoes and their impact on her back. I couldn't believe a man would do such a thing to a woman that he loved. Obviously, he didn't love her. He used her as a punching bag, and didn't even like her. She said that one night they were having rough sex and her son came banging on the door screaming, "What are you doing to my Mommy!!!" He was very awar that he was abusing her and once even tried to help her. When she finally left after that last beating he asked to take him. She had given him their two children, because she was so broken. Paul and his family always tried to make Patricia seem like a horrible person. Once his cousin told me, "Paul would never let her raise those kids!" I looked at her like she was crazy. He was never home. I think I was there more than he was in their waken hours. The most time he spent at home was when he slept. So, in reality, she was raising them. < < I regret her choice, because she told him she had showed me! In 2002, he brought me up on a bogus stalking charge. I spent four years in prison because of it. You can't say how, because how do women get off of murder by prostituting in jail. This is all true. My book is also true. It is on Amazon, read it Jell: A True Story