The Life and Times of Mike and Kermit

I have a bitter disdain for Mike McGuiness. I had a time with my landlord. I was beginning to go to the meetings at City Hall as an attempt to get some resolve. They all pointed to my City Councilperson, Melanie Rutherford. Who since then has cussed a fellow member and told him that she didn’t care about his dead mother. Someone taped it and spread it all over the internet. I haven’t had a chance to hear it, but I hear it was a dramatic conversation. They all preached her demise, and I say, “Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving person.” The council had set up this escrow program in the city. I hadn’t wanted to get involved, because my landlord would go crazy, if he wasn’t getting paid and I was. I have had problems with him since I moved in that apartment with him coming into my apartment when I was at work, throwing money in my dirty panties, going through my trash and anything else he wanted to do. I came to City Council for help and as the President of the City Council, he should have come forward to ask me questions to get some insight on what was going on with my situation and asked me if he could help; nothing.

One thing that I noticed while at these meetings is the silent conversation with Kermit Williams. They would flash looks, nods and all kinds of stuff like that. I immediately took notice of the exchanges and took note and filed it in the “for later” file. When I saw the closeness of the pair, I knew they had made a pack. If the other won, the other would look after the other. Maybe with that county money or even be the others deputy mayor. There was something going on. Mike tried his best to impress me with his messages. He wants to impress the people of Pontiac with his charisma, and smooth talk, like the carpet baggers that tricked all the Black folk after the Civil War. Men who came to the cities of the South with their cheap luggage to reap the rewards from a city in shambles, and having no true ties to the city with IL attempt. Dierdre Waterman mentions these people in her first campaign. I don’t care what you think, she’s a very smart woman, and thanks to her husband that widow knows what’s going on. This is what came to mind...

Mike McGuiness has hooked up with some influential Black folk and is using his many charms, his mulatto children and fresh suits and his brown shoes to start a movement amongst Pontiac’s people. We have a lot more White people in Pontiac, now. Who are tired of the septic tanks and well water. Dips in their front yard for water run-offs and more. Mike needs to charge them for damning Cass, Elizabeth, and Sylvan Lakes up. The Clinton River has run its course. The Mill Dam no longer has the water gushing from the dam, anymore. Waterford pumps water from Cass into Elizabeth Lakes and vice versa. Against the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA). If they took down those damns, Waterford would stop being Waterford. All the lakes would flow into Pontiac and disappear.

My Biology teacher took us North where the Clinton River begins and it is barely a sputter, covered with grass and weeds. That was 30 years ago. It’s probably a trickle now. Black folk don’t care about water, boating or jet skiing, but you’re taking away a part of landscape and you should pay for it. There should be discussions about it. Plus, every spring Sylvan Lakes dumps some kind of chemical in their lake that kills the algae in the lake that kills everything in the lake and the river. Very illegal to the EPA and no one cares, because no one cares about the water here. There is a street in Pontiac in the back near Starr and Draper that has million-dollar homes sitting in Pontiac on the lake. Gorgeous homes. Who are these people? They are mostly Trumpers and the Dems that live back there didn’t want no one to know they were Dems and snatched my signs off there doors immediately. I think one man growled at me, when he pulled my door hanger off his screen door. Then two couples came out and pretended to hold a conversation, spying on me. These are the people who will vote for Mike Guiness.

As long the money is good, he’s good. The real issues will not be addressed and the people, the taxes, parks and roads will be ignored. My long-time friend who was my nail lady supports Kermit. She used her platform to spread rumors about Dierdre Waterman. She told me that Waterman had stolen millions of dollars from the city, which was a lie. It was fruit salad and coffee. Kermit never liked Ms. Waterman and tried to destroy her name anyway he could. Now, he and Mike are trying to rob the city. He’s lining himself with some powerful negroes to rob us blind. I’m still wondering what he did to get here. He is so good, but he is not that good. I’m wondering if he keeps snitching, can he keep stealing. I’m going to call them the “Rainbow Brigade.” That’s my first theory. (wink)

“Anyone who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with their own hands, that they may have something to share with those in need.” – Ephesians 4:28

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Give me my Money: The County Crawl

These two people think they have hit the jackpot. They are about to get rich off the partnership with the County. They are so excited. Look at the smiles on their faces. I woke up to it. I went to sleep. My candidate didn’t win, and I was bummed. I heard that they were going to give it to Mike McGuiness. You know most elections are rigged in corrupt cities like Pontiac. I guess McGuiness is the best of three evils. It was either him, Kermit or Alex. I was going for Alex, because even though she was supported by Conway, she has experience in city business. If you read my blog, you know how I feel about Kermit Williams. I made post cards up around the city asking that he be recalled when he was on Council.I believe they had people go behind me and take them off the counter. At least I made an effort. I never knew who Mike McGuiness was. He came up in Pontiac when I was in prison, falsely accused of stalking. He has never wanted anything to do with me. In fact, when I got home from prison, I saw him, and he gave me the craziest look. It was like I was a ghost or something. I thought to myself, “Maybe he thinks I’m going to stalk him or something. I know he is gay, and I remember one day saying out loud, “What a waste, he is so fine!” I could have said it in my own house, because those bi-sexual deputies always have my living quarters bugged, and my phones tapped. He runs in the same circles, and they may have told him what I had said.

Having to turn down a woman is a very uncomfortable thing for a gay man. I have loved the same man for a long time and have no need to have to seek out a man who couldn’t possibly want me. A man who doesn’t want anything with my kind, a female. I don’t want to talk about that. Anything he does is his business. What he does with city money, however, is my business. He and Angela Powell are thinking they are about to clean up with this partnership with Oakland County and Pontiac. They are probably setting up their “slush funds” as we speak. I bet, like me, they can’t sleep thinking about the money they will get from the millions of dollars they will steal from that deal. Not on my watch. I’m not living in Pontiac, right now. My slumlord illegally evicted me from my apartment. He stole my furniture and anything he wanted, before he set the rest out. As the President of the City Council, he wouldn’t do anything for me. Return my calls, address me at meetings or give me an ounce of his time. Now, I hear they are naming the street I grew up on for my slumlord. What? (in my Katt Williams voice) I left him a mean message, he didn't return that call either! When he decided to run, he was all on my page, in my feed and in reels. I left him a little note, saying what I just said, and it stopped.

With everything that’s going on with me and the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department, you think Angie and I would have talked at least once about it. Nope never. She sees me coming and goes in the opposite direction. Crooked, and not interested in helping a sister, but she is my county commissioner. I can tell you when this hit the fan in 2011, Tim Greimel was County Commissioner, and he was great! He invited me to a County Commissioner’s Meeting, and I told my story about prostitution. He has never backed out of it. That’s probably why he had so many problems as Mayor, he’s not corrupt. Angie and Mike will make a dynamic duo in Pontiac with all their money they are looking forward to stealing. I know a lot of Angie’s family. The Powell’s on Perkins Street. She got thieves and drug dealers in her immediate family, and she’s hasn't fallen far from the tree. The idea that she doesn’t want anything from me lets me know she’s no good.

Where did Mike McGuiness come from, anyway? I went to his Facebook page and it’s not Pontiac. I don’t know where he comes from, because it’s not here! His mother is a fortune teller, which lets me know he knows how to tell people what they want to hear. I wonder if his mother told him about me. Pontiac seems to not notice he was there when the school district got all that money to fix the high school. Then he left there as President and became the President of the City Council and we don’t even know him! We have just opened the door to let this stranger in to rob us. He has a source, maybe in the State or even the FBI. All them aren't morally solid. They aren't all good! The thing is he knows what’s going on, because of the moves he’s making. From the school district and now to Mayor as we once again get this money. This money is a lot of money. Millions! Why are we trusting this man with it? He’s going to use Angie to seem legit to Black folk and rob us blind! He hasn’t said a word about them hiring Black folk or the Sheriff's Department getting paid twice by pimping our young people. Just standing in front of where the Pheonix Center used to be, holding out his hands to his “Cash Cow”. You are going to have a hard time with it Mr. McGuiness. I’m here for it, all of it. You too, Angie…

Ezekiel 22:27: "Her prince in the midst thereof are like wolves ravening the prey, to shed blood, and to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain."

An Open Letter to Director Todd Lyons: Head of ICE

Dear Director Lyons:

I’ve been living in hotels since January 2025. I saw you on the national news, yesterday. I liked what you said about doing the job you were directed to do. "It's really not personal." In Oakland County the Sheriff’s Department had made the entire county one great big whorehouse. There are tons of Mexicans here. I was mad at Trump when he was separating children from their parents and stuff. I saw all those camps and gages and thought he was a bad man. My apartment had no heat. It was a cold winter this year. I got up one day, made a reservation and went to live in a nearby hotel. Auburn Hills has 23 hotels that were built specifically to cater to that guest who attended Pistons games and concerts at the Palace. Now, they have turned into ill-reputed. I am an attractive woman. The first hotel I stayed in, Mainstay Hotel and Suites, put me out to live there for five months and not participating in prostitution. First, they made up an ordinance that said that I couldn’t live in an extended stay longer than 90 days, and when I left couldn’t return for 365 days. I left there and went to another hotel about a mile away. It was pretty much the same thing. Women live in these places for free, and prostitute for the people who manage these places. They expected me to partake in illegal sexual exploit to have a place to stay and raise money.

I am a 54-year-old woman. At around 40, I was arrested and discovered that the deputies at the Oakland County Jail were selling men and women in the clinic in the jail. The men and women who bought inmates went on the county’s website and the inmate search and picked their potential sex partner from our mugshots. I say potential, because I wasn't going to participate! I was arrested for trying to make a complaint to the Chief of Police in Pontiac. That is my Constitutional Right. They give you food, and judges give lighter sentences to inmates who participate. I wasn’t going to make myself a whore when I’ve never been one, for something I didn’t do, and could do based on the law of the land. It was a serious situation for me, because I was picked on a lot. First, they sicked the women on me. Sleep deprivation and food denial. They wood feed me and the women in my POD scraps and give me less food when I began to complain about the situation. I wrote to the Governor at the time, Jennifer Granholm, my Senator and Representatives and any that were in and near Oakland County.

I was sent to the Forensic Center in Saline, Michigan. They found me Incompetent to Stand Trial. My judge, Martha Anderson, tried to badgered me in open court to accept a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity Plea (NGRI). I refused to take the plea. I was not crazy and at that time had gotten two degrees from a community college. I could assist my counsel just fine. It didn’t stop them from institutionalizing me two other times. Twice on the Chief of Police case and a third time on another bogus case that the so-called victim had got caught in a lie. A police detective I went to school with.That they had railroaded me into prison for stalking,six years before. I say railroaded, because that’s my man. I love him, and even though I didn’t know it at the time, I spent four years in prison for. A police detective doesn’t deserve time in prison, especially for something he didn’t do. I had written him seven love letters that they turned into stalking. Everyone was for my demise. It was the judge, the police, the prosecutor and my own attorney, William Cataldo. Who is now Lead Homicides Prosecutor in Macomb County, also in Michigan, one county away from Oakland. Southeastern Michigan is corrupt! Wayne County, Oakland and Macomb.

Now, what I need you to know. As the Head of ICE, there are things you should know. After leaving the second hotel in Auburn Hills, I ended up in Farmington Hills, it’s a small city in Oakland County, near the Southern point of Wayne, and Detroit. I thought that I had finally found peace. I figured with all the hotels left from the Palace being torn down, Oakland County had just set up shops like the had in the jail. Farmington Hills is 10 miles south. In a affluent part of Oakland County, near other affluent smaller cities like Southfield, West Bloomfield and Novi. I was wrong, and when my brother-in-law pulled up there was hookers at the front door, young teens pouring beer down each other’s throat and just one big party. As usual, the Oakland County Sheriff Department had told them I was coming. They follow me everywhere. They have my phone tapped and cloned and follow have people to befriend me to try and find out everything they do not know. They steal and lost me my job at Home Depot, was responsible for my landlord evicting me. The county clerks refused to file my motion, and my landlord illegally evicted me and stole all my furniture. It’s their attempt to “turn me out”, by making me homeless. And then there is the Mexicans!

At the hotels in Auburn Hills there were a few that found me attractive enough to buy from management. They’d smile and look at me for too long, but when I got to the Extended Stay America they were everywhere! The men who work here, along with the OCSD use cameras in the hotel. I know there is a camera in my room. On July 10, 2025, I went out shopping. I don’t know my way around and use my GPS to get around on my phone. I had left in in my console and went back out to get it. Somebody had to know I was leaving my room, because there was three Mexicans at the door as I walked out blocking my way to my car. Then once they moved a Black man flagged me down to ask what hotel this is. I acted as if I didn’t hear him, but he kept acting dumb, until I finally got to moving. As I looked up to leave, there was about 10 Mexicans walking towards me. I didn’t freeze that would have made me a “sitting duck”. I just walked with purpose and got to my SUV and retrieved my phone and they were almost on me. I couldn’t go back the way I had come, they had all huddled there. I went around to the front entrance and into my room.

I was raped when I was 14 years old. It was two days before my 15th birthday.I thought these men were going to gang rape me in the parking lot. I never told the building manager. To this day the management and OCSD use cameras to tell the men when I’m leaving my room, and they all gather in the lobby to gawk and see if I’ve changed my mind about prostituting. This is for a deputy who used to beat my friend 30 years ago. I guess cops have no statue of limitations on their crimes. My brother’s been home for three. If it means that he or I will have to go to prison, I'll try to keep him safe by staying away. I love my brother very much! The way they railroaded me, there is no way the couldn’t do him the same way. I don’t think it would be easy for him. My brother did 19 years; God help him if he did more time or if they had him killed. Illegal Mexicans aren’t all of it. They steal, that’s the reason they lost my job at Home Depot, in 2002, they were stealing from Sears where I worked. I saw the same cast of characters at Home Depot. It had been over 20 years.They single handedly closed that, Mall. There is nothing there now but an empty field! I’m “the one that got away”. I’ve been dealing with these people for my entire adult life.

I went to Farmington Hills Police and filed a police report. The men don’t come around anymore to work, the Farmington Hills Police drive the territory, but the ones left harass me. I think they are permanent residents that prostitute for room and board. They beat on the walls, stomp on the floor and make all kinds of noise around here. I guess they think if I go away, things can go back to the way they were. The clerk at the front desk said I shouldn’t have called ICE, “they are great guys”. Great guys who buy the women they let live here. ICE never came, anyway. They are more than likely a part of the corruption. At the time I was in jail they had one Asian woman, my girl, Lisa. Now they have massage parlors, nail shops and restaurants that cater to Asian prostitution. I’m sure all those women aren’t legal, either. Since the Mexicans are few, they’ve been hauling Indians/Asian men to sell prostitutes to. I’m not sure if they are legal, but they are low-grade men who have no respect for me, just like the Mexicans. I have an MBA now! My sister is a doctor of internal medicine. What makes any of these men think I’m a prostitute? I am a woman that uses her mind and not her body to get by. I wrote a book about my time in jail. Thank you for your time…

Lesley Stanley

"13 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2 Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3 For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. 4 For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer."

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