They Not Like Us: The Kelly Breen Trafficking Bill

This is Tucker Cipriano, today I went to a coffee hour for a State Represenative who isn't my State Representative Brenda Carter. Her name is Kelly Breen. She has a bill in the House that she can't get passed, because her leader doesn't like her. That threw up a major red flag, because why aren't you making friends that can help you? Why are you taking up the lead on such an important legislation if you will have a problem getting it passed? She even said in a statement "If she has a gavel." I asked her does that means a promotion, she said it meant if she'll be a representative after the next election. I unserstanding because she's fake and is simply going through the motions, 1, 2, 3. If she really cared about what goes on with sex trafficking in Michigan, she would want to hear what I had to say, instead of me having to blurt out statements anytime I get a chance. A White retired Wayne County Sheriff Captain pulled out his badge and laid it on the table. I told him I love the police, my fiance is the police and he looks like you. He looked at me in shock and I waited for a reaction from the other four people in the room. Representative Breen picked up her phone and sent a text. I remember when I told Jackson the patrol cop in Auburn Hills that I was Lesley as in Uggams, you know the Black attress that married the White business man. His eyes got wide, too.

There was another White man there, large in the belly. He cringed everytime I said prostititute. It seems that a man built like him would have indulged in a prostitue more than once or twice. He sat down with authority and said he was a lawyer. I looked at him and wanted to let him know my uncle was an attorney and if he was trying to tell us he's a crook? I decided to wait and see if they would all introduce themselves. Sure enough the other White man, a gentleman, introduced himself and the woman seated to my left at the end of the table. She smelled of female sexual parts and I sumized she was gay. It didn't bother me. Since they all knew I was coming, I wondered if she was hitting on me, had bad hygiene or just wanted me to know. I know what it smells like after dealing with so many in the State Corrections Facility, State Mental Health System and County Jail. It's not specific to Michigan, because Todd Christly just told a story about a gay female warden at a Federal prison he was in. It's harder to tell if men are gay. I digress...

I never stopped, and brought up the killing spree of Tucker Cipriano. He was let out early from the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). He then went back to Farmington Hills, where his family lived and killed his father, mamed his brother and scared his mother half-way to death. Being the tried and true monster that he is, he spared his little sister's life. He's an Oakland County prostitute. I knew it when he they said he was released early from OCJ on the news. I've told you more than once they sell men in the clinic, too. They are not exempt, because men who are gay love pretty boys like Cipriano, and that guy who beat his girlfriend last year. I explained that judges give lighter sentences to those who prostitute in the jail. I have women in drive thru's that don't like me. They don't want to go to prison. They want it to stay the same. She said her bill will expunge the records of the people that commit crimes while being trafficked. That's when I explained in Oakland County judges give lighter sentences. There is nothing to be expunged. People in these suburbs are afraid they will be the victim of an Oakland County prostitutes let out early.

I told them I had gotten angry with Carolyn Clifford for doing that interview with the two women/girls at Vista Maria. They claimed living there was good. Breen asked me what if that was their story. I wanted to ask her if she was questioning my experience. I know I woke up to an FSA looking through my stuff looking through my stuff looking for my locker key. I don't know how many times I sat in the dayroom waiting for the supervisor to come with the master key, in my pajamas. Some people just go long, to get along. I was punish a lot. Most people can't take that kind of stuff. I did it because there would be a better day. My "man" hand dragged me into his world having faith I could do it. He'd sat in class in high school and listened to me take on our teacher. He had faith in me, but now I have to have faith in me. I can't say I was undercover, because I wasn't. They all knew who I was and what I was about. I had no training or anything. I just would walk in and be myself. I had plenty of help, however, but what I did on Friday took a lot of nerve. I tell you, it was a bit much. Without being asked to flat leave I was asked to leve several times. When I finally took the message and began putting on my jacket, I called the women I had been incarcerated with "My Girls". I said Larry Nassar girls were vindicated, they talk about Epstein's girls everyday, but my girls get nothing because they are drug addicts and prostitutes. I still got nothing...

Well, I got set-up to run into a black Ram pick up on the freeway. I don't think that counts. God is good...

Sunny: A poem for Momma...

Sunny

I love you, Momma!

With all that we’ve been through,

I give thanks to you.

My whole wide world.

I’ll always be your little girl.

You gave life to me.

I will always see.

That you are watching over me.

We had our times, Good, bad, you were in front of my mind.

Through thick and thin,

Nothing was as good as your ham hocks and greens.

We shared a bed until I was thirteen

A good-hearted person, and a close friend.

Woe is me if you could only see, Homeless at the same time.

Always together and for that,

I’ll love you forever.

I was your love boat, zerburts on your thighs,

Life is so fleeting.

I thought you’d be with me all the time.

Momma, I’m not going to lie,

I’ll miss you,

And sometimes I’ll cry and cry and cry.

I know, however, heaven is much, much better for you.

It’s for people like you loyal and true.

I wish we could always be together.

Sunshine, Sunny.

Sometimes it’s going to rain.

You know, stormy weather?

I thought it was forever, but life brings so much pain.

I’ll see you, Momma where the ocean meets the sand.

I love you Momma and that won’t ever change.

-Lesley

February 1, 2026

The Worst Mother in the World

Kelli Bryant in court:

Well, things aren’t going well for Kelli Bryant. It wasn’t all “full-court press” when she went to court. She was all smiles, until the judge went to do business, and she was doing business. She was setting court dates and sentencing dates and asking her why she didn’t have a job. My attorney, the one who got me off probation, after Colleen O’Brien over-sentenced me for the second time, each time that I was accused of stalking a White police detective, two of her favorite things. I as told by my lawyer that she had planned on giving me eight years as a “front” if I was convicted. The truth is that my entire sentence was 17-months. I had done 18 months. I took a plea deal when I didn’t have to. The phone evidence was the only evidence they had, and it turns out they had both lied. Lied about who called whom first. Plus, how many times we had phoned one another, after he initially called me, after I had called him to ask him to call me. He tried to make it seem as if I called him, on Saturday, when he wouldn’t answer the phone call, he didn’t work on Saturday. Just to see if he would call back. Guess what? He called back trying to reach me six times and he tried to say that it was me, calling him six times. The initial call wasn’t supposed to be from him, but his best police friend. He claimed that the initial call was from His friend to tell me not to call anymore. Something he never did in the first case. He said he never told me to stop or leave him alone, because you’re not supposed to give people like me, a stalker, any attention, because it might make them think you want them or something.

I don’t know which of them wanted me, but the phone records show him, them or they called me six times. The number of times they claimed I called them, and that was their entire case. The look on Colleen O’Brien’s face told me she wasn’t happy with that revelation at all. Kelly Collin’s face was equally torn up. I called one day, equal to an entire morning of phone calls between us. I guess he was going to get away with lying like he did the first time. Truth is, he enjoys the attention from me and when he can he likes to keep it going. I think he lied on purpose not to convict me, but to have a romantic relationship of any kind at any time. My own lawyer, brought up the folly, but didn’t move to dismiss the case. I was the only evidence they had. She would later come to my Pod with stories about over-sentencing and scaring me to death and even after a hung jury, I knew what she, O’Brien, had did the last time. Still a bit “green”, I took a plea and asked for two years’ probation. Collins said no five-years’ probation. Over-sentencing me for the second time. One evening my nephew wanted to fight over the remote control and accidentally got hit in the mouth with that remote control. I was arrested while doing that five years’ probation and went to reside in the Oaklan County Jail. I had an arraignment and court on my violation. I was out on bond, and that woman defending Kelli Bryant said, “Your Honor, my client has been over-sentenced. Her PSI limit was 17-months with this last stay in jail for the probation violation she’s close to 18-months spent in jail your Honor, this isn’t right.” I think her name is Cecilia Braunsoe.

Cheryl Matthews asked with authority, "So, what you’re saying is you would like to file a motion to resentence your client?” “This is wrong," Brunsoe went on to say, "she has done too much time on this case. Her PSI says 17-months, she’s done that and more!” See I was still green about the court system. I thought, because she didn’t give me jail or prison time she could give me probation time. No, she couldn’t give me more time of any kind. My own lawyer let it go. She ran for circuit judge in 2023. Maybe she wants some pimping money. She surely was pimping me, or should I say, “pick me”. Oakland County pays court-appointed lawyers $5K for a case, start to finish. Ten of those a month and your set for life. She wanted to show the judge she would throw a Black person under the bus, and the pimping money! Some attorneys put money on their clients books, they get a commission on her prostituting.

“Is what your saying is that you would like to file a motion to have your client, resentenced?” She repeated herself. My lawyer got the gist this time and replied, “Yes your Honor”. She wasn’t supposed to point out an obvious slight by O’Brien, even if was obvious in black & white, every bit of pun attended. Matthew granted the resentencing and let me off probation citing that, “If I see you back in my court again, I won’t be so nice!” I guess she knew my so-called victim was White. I think if he wanted to tell more lies, he would try. White folks get away with murder in Oakland County. When I got the hung jury, my so-called lawyer asked the foreman of the jury, why he didn’t acquit, both detectives lied and got caught. He said he didn’t hear that and wanted to know why I didn’t testify. He put it back on her. I wanted to know why, too. I had laid out my own defense, with the phone records, I had wrapped up my own acquittal and she couldn’t stand it. We fought every time she came to my pod. She couldn’t stand how smart I was. She didn’t tell me about the phone records proving they lied, because I told her. She let them do all that to me, because I was smart. One Black man heard the lie, and he and he alone hung that jury. The only Black person on that jury! All the White people sai, "Guilty", even after sitting there and hearing them get caught in a lie. Jessica Cooper hailed Kelly Collins as a hero. Railroding a Black women with lying police detectives.

Now, Kelli Bryant wants to have that same attorney to help her out. She wants to act like she’s me. This is not an act, Baby. I’ve lost friends, family don’t spend time with me. I don’t get involved in prostitution at all. Kelli wants to “have her cake and eat it, too". I said she was working for the Feds because of her lawyer. If she isn’t working with them and thinks she’s fooling me, I’m not the one you need to impress. Too many people want her in prison. They can’t let her just go! I’m over here suffering, alone. Mr. Beane used to eat my burgers when they came, when they put me on them fake lockdowns. I didn’t come out of jail like Charlie in the Chocolate Factory. I came out looking like one of those kids in Ethiopia. My hair falls out; my skin is bumpy and ashy from not getting any sunlight. I look like a mess. Kelli Bryant still hasn’t lost weight since her last stay at OCJ. Got her nerves to have on ripped jeans. Jesus take the wheel! She’s an imposter, and she better learn to play the game or she’s going to prison.

Our Hero

Ellen Brenann is a probate Judge. She smiling at her, and those judges don't know nothing about prostitution, not like that. She's into protecting kids. Even if she would do a favor for the pimps and send a kid to live with a prostitutes parents, it's still for the best interest of the child. Bryant should have known she was up for the worst of it. people all over the country or all over the world want her to pay for what she did to those kids. She is the world's worst mother. They've chosen Ellen Brennan to be the hero in this case. I believe because she will do the job and have those children see a brighter day. I believe she's done that for other Oakland County children before and I believe she's ready to do it again. Let's pray she gets it right again.

Hagar (Genesis 21:15-16): In a moment of extreme despair and hopelessness in the desert, Hagar placed her son Ishmael under a bush and moved away from him, unable to bear watching him die. The text notes she did not want to watch him die, indicating desperate, temporary abandonment due to crisis.

"Get Out!" The Good Farmington Hills Police...

he "mean" or dishonest manager/steward in the Bible appears in Jesus's parable in Luke 16:1-13, often called the "Parable of the Unjust Steward" or "Dishonest Manager". He is a shrewd steward who wastes his master’s goods and, upon being fired, reduces debtors' bills to secure his own future. The Character: The manager is portrayed as dishonest and lazy, refusing to do manual labor and being too proud to beg. The Action: To ensure1 he has1 friends1 to1 welcome1 him1 after1 he1 loses1 his1 job,1 he1 tells1 his1 master's1 debtors1 to1 slash1 their1 bills1 (e.g.,1 from1 1001 measures1 of1 oil1 to1 50)1. The Paradox: Surprisingly, the master commends the dishonest manager not for his dishonesty, but for his "shrewdness" in using his remaining time to secure his future. The Lesson: Jesus uses this character to teach that followers should use worldly wealth wisely to gain "friends" (make an impact) for eternity, rather than serving money. This character is not a literal "hotel" manager, but rather a steward of an estate (Greek oikonomos).

My Complaint

Mixed Race Protest: Oakland County White Racist Female Judges Pt. 2

Somethings are hard, and this was a hard day. Summer of '89 I don't like to talk about prison, my so-called victim had made friends all over the State of Michigan. How he did it... or maybe it wasn't him at all, but from day one, I was never alone. It was a bunch of them. Women who looked out for me everyday. My breakfast buddy was an old head who had been there so long there was only two women who had been there longer than her. I mentioned her in a blog and her son started having problems. So, let's just say I went to prison and came home. I was still myself, drug-free, not having sex ith women or beat up. I made it! Colleen O'Brien could care less. She over-sentenced me and gave me 18 months to 5 years in prison. I wasn't going to make that 18 months, because I had no idea how to "jail" and she knew it. Judges know hat they are doing when they hand out these sentences. She thought I might gain a taste for women and lose my taste for White men. I missed that 18 month date. I had gotten three tickets and one fight, before my parole hearing. I told them you're not going to put me in prison on a lie and make me change my way of life. No way...

Meeting Kelly Collins-So called Special Prosecutor

When I came home I was whole. The same woman I was, but stronger and meaner. Paul McDougal is angry, because he didn't get what he wanted, and was afraid of what I could say. I had written all the people involved in my case to tell them that McDougal had beat my friend. My lawyer tried to use it, too. When I asked him if he had mentioned it to the judge or prosecutor, he said they, two White women didn't want to hear it. At some point it had all become about my brother, and McDougal making my so-called victim a drug dealing cop. That was actually what he was. If he didn't charge me with stalking, McDougal would bring a charge up on him. It was obvious they could do it. Here I was on trial for stalking, and I hadn't made one threat, an element of the crime. You're not a stalker for writing seven (7) love letters of which they only had three (3). They copied the three (7) over and over in different ways to make them look like they had seven (7). When I came home, I knew all of this, and McDougal kept interferring in my life. In school, with my nephew and people I knew. I got tired of him and reached out to The Chief of Police and was charged with stalking him. I went to court and my defective lawyer did one thing right. He said this was a special case concerning a high ranking police official. It should be investigated by State Police and not local police detective, Jeff "slutty" Buchanann. They said that it would be prosecuted by a Special Prosecutor, Kelly Collins. The racist woman that punished two Black kids for wearing pink socks during Cancer Awareness month. Racist Kelly Collins who comes after me for loving my so-called victim and forces him to go on the witness stand and lie on me about calling me, because there is no way he called a Black woman for any reason. So, when she gets phone records to prove that he and his best police friend lied, she sends them to the witness stand to lie. She had kept me in jail for over four years fighting the Chief of Police case, and lost. She wasn't going to lose to a Black woman, again. So, she instructed the two of them to lie on the witness stand, again. They had already lied at the prelimenary exam.

She was not a "special" anything. A special kind of racist after a woman that felt was going after a White man who didn't want her. Until she got those phone records. When he got caught in that lie about who called whom and how many times, nobody moved to dismiss the case and that's what the entire case was about those calls. My lawyer didn't even open her mouth, but to say he lied. The judge, the third time they sent me back to O'Brien, because it was my first so-called victim. They wanted to give the White racist the chance to over-sentence me. The first time with the 18 months to five years, the most I should have done was 90-days in jail. That was my statutory limit. She wasn't suppose to give me more than my PSI limit, which was 90-days, the low end was five (5) years probation. What they call lifetime probation. She did it and was suppose to write an affidavit on why she went over my guidelines, she never wrote it, because she had no reason to exceed my guidelines. That White racist judge had no reason to find me guilty of a crime, accept I was a Black woman in love with a White man. Well, sort of in love. He had said and done a lot by then. He was still holding on to his job and his title. His colleagues no at the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) were still using me to keep him down, because I guess the Feds wasn't ready to tell the truth. My brother was in his about 13th year in prison and I was once again over-sentenced by the head White racist female judge Colleen O'Brien. Snyder felt so sorry for her, he gave her a spot on the Court of Appeals. They can use her in that court, too, but it's harder. She has others she has to covince. But if you're all on the same page, friends help friends. There was a woman in prison bragging about the action she was getting the the upper court. We all know you never get action once you been sentenced in the lower court. You have to go to the court you were sentenced in first and no judge is ever going to admit they made a mistake. Her clerk wrote a quick "denied" on my paper. she knew what had to happen. McDougal had to be protected and so did my so-called victim, who we know is not a victim at all, not of me! I'm smart and beautiful and don't need to stalk anyone.

He, my so-called victim, would get on the witness stand and say he told his wife, "She's at it again!" Me, I'm at it again? I've seen that wife of his on the internet and she looks old and haggered and she could definitely use a cheeseburger. She's a White woman like Black ain't where it's at. I don't have to be at anyone. I'm beautiful and damn smart. I could have been a lawyer if the men I knew wasn't so sorry. I got my MBA, though. A person like me being so productive in their life. Getting degrees and taking on "the man" well, "the woman" isn't the one to be chasing down a sorry man who needs to lie about his life and who he is. My big eyes and full lips are enough, for me not to be at it again and my pretty brown skin that "they" are out in the sun to imitate is enough for me not to ever chase a man. You better believe it. I'm fine and this thing is the worse thing that could ever happen to a woman like me. Letting someone with no life skills live on my good looks and intelligence. These White woman, his wife, Colleen O'Brien wished they were me. "I'm at it, again, for what? What do you have to offer me? A woman brought down by God and his principles. I could have lied and ruined his entire existence. Without that badge and gun, he has no existence. "Do unto others," God said, "As you would have them do unto you". Not lie on them, give a class of homosexuals things to say about her. Stand up and be a truth teller that maybe God will shine on you! You'll never shine bright in the world using women as a stepping stone, and lying like you do, and I know I'm looking for my retribution. Everyday you live I want you to suffer for the things you've said and done to me. You are the bane of my existence and that's the truth, because you're too weak to tell it...Amen

The Unjust Judge (Luke 18:1-8): In one of Jesus' parables, a judge is described who "neither feared God nor cared about people." He deliberately ignored a widow's need for justice until her persistence forced him to act, serving as a contrast to God's desire to deliver justice.

Mixed Race Protest: Oakland County Racist Female Judges Pt. I

First Time

My last blog about the Somali people didn't get many views. It seems that maybe I should be more kind to people living for equality in America. Maybe, becaue I'm Black living in America? Well, let me tell you who I really am. I'm a Black woman who spent four (4) years in prison for writing a White man seven (7) love letters. My record has been ruined, because I am in love with a White man. I have never threatened this man or made any kind of moves towards him in any way. I would really be crazy to do that. He carries a 9mm and I carry a pen. The He-Man woman at the gym, a White woman tried to get me on how many times I came to the gym. Didn't work. I worked and was a student. I didn't have time for the gym, and eventually stopped going. In order to try to make himself look good, he hired a friend of his, an acquaintence of mine to budge me back to the gym. She was interested in him, and at some point he was interested in her and she did him a favor. Classes changed, hours changed and again I started missing sessions at the gym. The big He-Man b*tch stopped rushing to sign me in, because my interested as they hoped I'd be. It had been August since I had been to to the gym, when I was arrested for stalking him, October 2, 2002. They came knocking at my door bothering my mother. When I went to my mother's house that day, after work, not to the gym, I took off to the gym to ask him what it was all about. When I got there, however, I got this feeling in my gut. I took off back to my apartment and the feeling I had got easy. I went to the police station and was arrested for stalking him the next day. I didn't even know what stalking was, and Waterman didn't believe I had did it and sent me home on a personal bond. They had to get me circuit court and no other judge would do it, so they gave it to Boweman, the only White man on the bench at that time. Thomas, Brown and Waterman were the only other men on the bench at the time and they were all Black. Neither of them would bound me over, it had to be Leo Boweman. He became the only male involved in prostitution on the bench in circuit court and the only Black person involved in prostitution on the court. He is featured to the far left on this picture.

I sat in the police station the entire afternoon and evening. My hair was done and I had on a nice outfit, but I was being called a stalker. What is a stalker, I kept asking myself? Then I remembered, my sister had said I was stalking a guy I used to sleep with about 12-years before. I didn't think I was doing that. I would drive by his house to see if he was there, and one time got his phone shut off, but that was all in fun. Stalkers kill people, follow people to work and kill them. His sister was a cop, if she thought that, I would have been in jail years ago, and he used to follow me to the club I used to hang out at. He wasn't any better himself and my sisters were over for a visit, they saw him creeping around my house one night. Everyone wants to be so special, more special than they are, but I am special. I moved on from him and on to the next guy. I'm glad that this isn't a fairytale. because no one came to rescue me. The first White woman I met was Colleen O'Brien. She changed my charge from stalking to aggravated stalking. My good for nothing lawyer did object to the upgrade. He said that I should be punished for my indescretion. Given a few days in jail, 30-days even, but she was changing my crime to a crime that could mean prison time. She quietly said, "I know." No, I know she is a "Pimping Judge". Moreover she liked my so-called victim and doing him a favor. Everytime he went on the witness stand to lie, he would tap the bench where she was seated and give her cooperative nod. They were playing on the same team. I wonder sometimes if they weren't having sex. It was obvious to me that she was on some kind of drugs, so sleeping with a young police detective from her docket wouldn't be so far fetched. He was headed to a seat to lie on me and about me. He wasn't the greatest guy in the world, either.

I ended up breaking the rules a couple of times and my good for nothing lawyer, Bill Cataldo, told me to just stay out of trouble. when I didn't go back to get my tether put back on. I was arrested by US Marshals at school thre (3) months later and handcuffed with my back against a short wall. White women in my class were mad at me. I just couldn't bring myself to admit something was wrong. This is the 00's. People couldn't still be that racist that they are putting us in prison for being involved in a inter-racial relationship, and a White man is calling a Black woman crazy for loving him to appease a judge and a prosecutor. Well, he did and it worked. When I found guilty for violating my probation, when I was found guilty in a bench trial, I went to prison. I only got one chance. Those women sent me up, always only one chance for me. I knew a woman who was a prostitute that couldn't make it home from jail without harassing her victim. I've been out of jail 18-years, because they can't get me to prostitute, they are still trying to get me on a stalking case or whatever man I have a relationship with. Especially my 24-year so-called victim. They set me up with this politician, who finally made it to office. He thinks they're going to save him from me. I'm not the only skeleton in his closet. How can they save him, when they can't save themselves. One of his corrupt allies has already been fired. They got me good giving me White lawyers. Men who are hen-pecked by their mates. Most White men will do anything their counter-partner says. Plus, those women run the courts. How will you get another case, when you've gone against one of them? Oakland County is the biggest "pick me" county in Michigan. That means lawyers get dressed, sit in a courtroom, and when a smart criminal fires their lousy attorney, you sit and wait for the judge to "pick me"!

I never did that, because my lawyer, Bill Cataldo, was old and smart. He was so smart, he tricked me into having a "bench" trial. That means the judge would be my jury. I asked him, "Does she like Black people?" She can't use your race against you. Who can stop her. Not only did she hate Black people, she loved cops more than she hated Black folk. My so-called victim was a rookie-detective on the Pontiac police force. She wanted him to win. See, the real story is my brother had just been convicted of conspiracy. That new drug law. He and six of his friend got 20-years a piece. The idea that the two of us were talking, scared this detective, Paul McDougal, who used to beat my best friend from "00" to "04", when he finally beat her so bad she left and went back to Detroit. Not until She she came me to show me the final beating. One day when she was back at home, he started to beat her again and she uttered the words, "I showed..." She did right, he stopped. But when I started writing my so-called victim, he got scared. When my victim got scared he gave the letters to his high-yellow Sergeant who McDougal, color struck, would eat 10 miles of her sh*t, got the letters and took them to the Prosecutor, Denise Brainard. A woman that worked with me at Gantos. This means that not only did McDougal had no business bringing a case against me, but neither did Denise. She was a thief when she worked at Gantos, and probably a thief, now. They are everywhere, she knew me from working at Sears, and me blocking the stealing going on there then and at that time. I had quit however, but they don't care those people are vicious.

Samuel's sons, Joel (firstborn) and Abijah (second), were appointed as judges over Israel in Beersheba by their elderly father, as described in 1 Samuel 8. Contrary to Samuel's righteous life, they were corrupt, greedy, accepted bribes, and perverted justice. Their misconduct directly led the elders of Israel to demand a king.

OMG...I know Somalis

As you or may not know, I have been subject to many people of different nationalities in this situation I am in. One such people are Somalians. I met a woman named Ladan at Sears. She was a sweet young woman, but as a Somalian woman she's bi-sexual. I'm not interested in women and I discovered her prowess to late for the people at work to understand, we weren't a couple per say. She had come to America via London, Ontario. Not London, England, which had me confused when she said they were driving there. Back then there as no "word out" on Somalis in Americans. Now, there is a "word out" on them and Trump has put an APB out on Minnesota and there is fighting in the streets, and I can't say he's wrong.

I've told you what was wrong at Sears. They were stealing. Stealing and taking the stuff, "Up North", where they didn't have Walmart and Target and selling it. One place I remembered was Bad Axe in the thumb. Oh, and Cass City, but Walmart has built stores in those places, or near them. Since Home Depot is doing business somewhere they must have gone further North. Wherever they went, the took Somali people with them. Who has ever been at the African hair braiders and the phone rings and your braider starts writing down numbers and you remember that Dateline NBC when people get swindled out of money by buying gift cards and giving the numbers over the phone. I do, and now Trump is cracking down.

I had a friend ask me, "I thought you were a Trumper?" I was on his side about the Mexicans. While at the Extended Stay Farmington Hills, I was followed from about 10 or 15 of them that thought I was a prostitute. When Trump said they ere sexual deviants, I had to agree. Seeing that they don't speak English, trying to tell them your not a prostitute is like talking to a deaf-mute, impossible! Here's another one, a Mexican woman and her husband buying work tools. He points to her to pay, and she pulls out a wad of one hundred dollar bills and an EBT card. I've seen it and it makes me mad. I fight my caseworker for $23 in food benefits.The idea they are claiming to be single mothers, while their men go out and work and get food benefits is crazy. Remember, it's Black and everbody else. That everybody else is considered White.

So, due to these incidents in my life, I've decided to be an Independent and have my own mind and think for myself. Not lean left or right, but on my own scale that is mine. There will be no more what Schumer said or what Johnson said, only the facts filtered through what I said. An idependent thinker, I hope that's what it means. As evil as they say Trump is, sometimes he gets it right, but the way he's trying to clean it up is horrible! There is a group of people in this country running for their lives! Frantically, trying to hold on to their way of life. It wouldn't be so unfair if they weren't allowed to get it all in the first place. These people are very smart and blend in well with corrupt Americans while keeping with their own traditions and habits, while stealin, drug dealing and creating their own illegal enterprises in America. Trump "hit the roof" when he found out!

As law abiding citizens, we get out to protect and preserve these illegal people that are committing crimes in America. There has been one woman that has lost their life for the people. Will we continue to ignore the facts and die for them? America is not a place for illegal criminals, and deadly protest, but peace. Blacks in America get none of this privilege and you only see a handful of us out there challenging the stystem. MLK Day has passed and we remember the dogs and the lynching. Our fightis gone and long passed, too. There needs to be a better way than fighting, smoke bombs and rubber bullets. Just like anything, there should be a peaceful medium. The only person I saw fit to handle this is now Sescretary of State and Whiter than White. Who will go for them and who will He send, God and Allah knows, but I pray they find them quickly. MLK marched, but he organized. He didn't stand out in the street in this fridged weather and asked to die! He had a group of people worthy enough to plan, he was a wanted man, yet, he still found a peaceful way. These men and women had children, but they still found a way. Those people out there have a death wish, they are either going to freeze to death or get shot, but they ant to die for people they don't even know. Illegal people, criminal people and people comitting fraud. It's not all of them true, but enough of them to go home to your children.

Proverbs 17:22 states, "A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones," meaning a joyful attitude promotes health and well-being, while persistent negativity and despair are damaging to both the mind and body, affecting physical vitality. It highlights the strong connection between one's inner emotional state (heart/spirit) and physical health, suggesting that inner happiness acts like healing medicine, while a broken spirit weakens a person.

KMac is never Ignorant that's OUR girl!

I don't like many people. I can tell you that for a fact. I like Karen McDonald and that's a true fighter. She's a lawyer, a mother and a wife and has tons of friends. I've never met Karen McDonald, but I've sent her flowers and have seen her on TV. Many of my blogs, I write for her. I somehow in my ego-essence thinks she doesn't have a lawyer on her side as smart as me. I do know, however, that she doesn't have a friend like me who knows what I know, lived through what I've lived through and can tell about it. I just met a woman that felt that KMac-that's my name for her-was ignorant about sex trafficking. God forbid...I just sent her a bunch of pictures from the four days I spent at the Quality Inn in Southfield. I was illegally kicked out of my room in Farmington Hills for refusing to prostitute, because I was chosen for sex by men living at the Extended Stay. I sent the photos to her, because I was poorly negotiating a deal with their lawyers and the woman negtiating the deal for me, Kathy Smith was a poor negotiator, and I decided I didn't want to take $1,500 to not ever say a word about the way I was treated. The Farmington Hills Police was never any help. The police officer who was called to stand by actually ran my plate as I drove down 12Mile, angry my plates, my tab and my name were all good, and clear of any wrong doing. He almost ran into the back of my car when he found out the news. I called out to my man and asked, "What the is going on?" He never told me that the Farmington Hills police would be running into the back of my SUV, and running my tags and stuff! I knew he couldn't hear me, but it was all I could do. He knew I was going there, why didn't he tell me that their police were dirty and in on the sex trafficking. He's MSP with FBI affiliation. I could have left them out of the entire equation. Julian was there and he's a snitch, bring the crooked police in it and I could end up in jail.

So, once the Extended Stay kicked me out for not prostituting, I went to my live in other hotels. The Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) went around telling people that it was true my man did work for the MSP, but if I talked to him I would go to prison. Dee, a female pimp at the Mainstay in Auburn Hills kept messing with me on those words from OCSD. I;ve been talking to him on a regular basis since 2004. They can't prove it and in order to prove it, we'd have to evoke the name of the FBI. I'm always amazed at the things they can do. At some point, I ended up at the Quality Inn in Southfield. Their current bust of pimps let's me know they aren't playing. I spent an entire night there seeing women come off the street asking, "Can I have my key?" I wondered why they didn't have their key. So, I started taking pictures of these women, who had to ask for their key. The word got out and more people came out to have their pictures taken. I thought because they want to go home, especially the little boy:

All of their lives matter. and if they want to they should be allowed to go home.

I am Mentally Ill?

With a little help my new comrade, in April of 2010, I discoved the Oakland County Sheriff's Department was raping women in the jail's clinic. I had no idea what was going on. She came back from court one day with a story to tell. One of her codefendants was her pimp. With a juvenile record and countless other crime he had did over his adult life, he was looking at LIFE, he got those 20 years thanks to my new friend named Jess. She had told James, her pimp, that this one particular "John" she serviced every week would have a wad of cash wrapped in a rubberband in his pocket. He pulled it out everytime he paid her. What got me is what James blurted out in court, when the detective was testifying, "She's a whore, and she probably f*cking him!" Jess said the judge was livid, probably, because she was one of those judges giving time off for people prostituting in Jail. I can't remember her judge right now. Jess, had turned on everybody in her little group. Everybody got the time they deserved. James and his friend got natrual LIFE. Jess got 20 years and the woman driving the "get away" car got something like 9 or 15-years. The man died for no reason. He didn't even have the wad of cash on him, he probably felt something iffy about Jess and his money. He decided to leave it at home or in his car. His feelings were right, she had told on him like she did James, his friend and the "get away driver". Once she got caught the first thing she could always look back to her "twat" to save herself. She was pitiful, too. She thought everyboby was in love with her, even me! I used to talk to her and give her coffee cakes and stuff. but she was a "working girl", in there, all she had to do is get Beane to order her something off commissary, that was his job, to take care of the girls. When I started feeding her that's exactly what they started doing. Her eggs sat in her desk for days and was no measure to that cherry cheescake I'd give her...

Jess wanted so badly to get an Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity, plea. An NGRI, could get a pretty whore like herself home in three to six years. So, she was taking psychotic drugs like Sarah and Amy. She was good enough to get an NGRI, but unlike Amy and Sarah, she didn't kill a Black man. She killed an Asian from India. I went to Family Foods the other day, and there was an Indian man in front of me flashing money. The older woman who was working there, and I forget her name was looking at me smiling. I stood there looking at his wad of cash and wasn't interested in what he was buying and thought, "That's something they do to women they want," flash money in your face. I was thinking, "he better be glad he hasn't run into a Jess". Her and her pimps trigger happy friend would send him to his grave". The man's family was present at every hearing, every courtdate at Circuit Court date, and even came to the sentencing. There was no way she was getting away with murder like Sarah and Amy, if a doctor found her NGRI, they would want a second and third opinion, until she went to prison. Her forensic exam gave her "a clean bill of health". She was not allowed to act like her victim was Black, even if he was a darky. In America you are White or Black. We are Black and everyone else is White. I learned that from a mulatto woman who was passing. She had a great credit score from the beginning of her adult life's score. Her mother told her to keep passing, she get's all their apartments, buys all the cars and so forth. Her father blessed her with that skin tone and she uses it to the hilt. She is White. I couldn't tell, I thought she was Puerto Rican. You can't always "tell your own...

So, Jess told me she was a prostitute and she once lived in cell #1 for "a while". I was heavy on the list. Then it seemed like Jess was quietly making plans for something else. She was going to be on the yard with one of her codefendants that she was asked not to testify against. and she really didn't want to go to prison either. She cried out after her sentencing, "It won't bring him back!" She had joined a woman in cell #1, the "f*ck me cell". She was trying to work down that 20 piece, but the man's family was too involved. Once I found out what was really going on, I got scared. I began a writing crusade that went all the way to the governor and Pennsylvania Avenue. No takers, and Rae Lee Chabot did something tricky. She had a lawyer who looked like my lawyer to send me to the Forensic Center for an evaluation, and of course, I was incompetent. Judges had gotten afraid someone was going to find them out and wouldn;t let "hooker inmates" go, like Rae Lee Chabot. Martha Anderson, tried to badger me into taking a NGRI screaming at me, "Don't you know you've committed a crime!" Chabot was already in trouble. Channel seven as following her to KFC and Macy's to pick up shoes when she's supposed to be on the bench. She even switched courtrooms to dodge cameras on me and my court appearances. They weren't trying to do anything with me, but send me to the Forensic Center and declare me unfit to stand trial. Giving me a diagnoses of bi-polar an schyzophrenic. Yes, both! When I got out of jail, they told two, four, and seven that I was a basket case and not to listen to a word I had to say. Then came the free money. I started SSI, that turned into SSDI and to now $1,300 a month. The Home Depot tried to just fire me and two charges placed on the by the State, Michigan Department of Civil Rights and the Equal Employment Opportunity Commision (EEOC) a Federal employee organization. They've changed their mind now, I'm not crazy anymore and they around town challenging the validity of my saneness.I objected to my being insane and roared against it all the way. After my psychotic break this last September, I sit cozily in it and count my blessings. Trinity Health claims it was my blood sugars fault. Lies an garbage. I had hat we used to call a "nervous break-down", now known as pstchotic break. I lost it. No money, no place to live and $4K out there somebody wouldn't let me have. $2K is still lost.

I have a home now. I still only have half the money the State owes me. I told you OCSD run the State. For my 2024 taxes the lady simply state "they just didn't do it" and my 2021 has disappeared. They say I can't go back that far. Why not send me a letter? Why are you holding on to my tax forms and not saying anything? Someone wants me destitute and without money. Maybe I'll starve and give up my body to sexual favors to eat and pay my rent. Last week thet didn't send my unemployment money. Said I had to reapply for a job I worked at for a week and got fired from. I went out to Waterford's Michigan Work's and got it all taken care of in less than an hour. the guy who worked there knew a lot, and used it to make sure the lady didn't cheat me or waste time. She knew who she was dealing with and quickly solved my situation. You go to Pontiac Michigan Work's nobody knows nothing and can't help me do anything. Somebody told them not to help me. I get the run around everytime. People come and go down there or been there for years without promotion. I wonder why? Maybe it's that other job on those 18 wheelers. Pontiac is nowhere to go if you want to do your business, unless you're involved in drugs or a ex-con homosexual inmate. They get special treatment, too. They've been calling me crazy since junior high, Mike Epps said he tarted using cocaine at 14-years old. Most girls have sex at 11 or 12-years old. I stopped after the first time. It didn't excite me. Finally, being crazy ain't so bad either. I get to be myself, collect money, and finally get to sue people for firing me for no reason. They are mad at the OCSD. They thought that they were going to ruin me. Sending me from one whorehouse to another. In prison, they made me crazy to keep me from fighting bulldaggers, who wouldn't leave me alone. I got my own room for three years. Now, they've made me crazy to stop people from listening to me. I digress and they follow me to Kroger. I don't know what to say, I'm always winning no matter what. God is so good. I've been healed...

In Luke 8:26-39, "Legion" refers to a man possessed by a multitude of demons who tells Jesus his name is "Legion" because there are many of them, a reference to a large Roman military unit. Jesus casts these demons out, allowing them to enter a nearby herd of pigs, which then rush into a lake and drown, leaving the man healed, clothed, and in his right mind, prompting him to proclaim what Jesus did for him.

D'Antons Cheeseburger Suprememe

I like D'Antons for years. It first opened in 1991. My sister was pregnant with my niece and the anser to her baby shower question was, D'Antons cheeseburger when asked about her favorite craving. My sister had to have one everyday. She was living with her then close friend on Palmer that runs from Huron to Orchard Lake. Not to be confused with the dead end Palmer off of University. I go confused and thought I had missed the party in 2018. No one would be driving or walking that distance to get a burger everyday. I never was pregnant like that. The Oakland County Sheriff's Depart thinks that my hysterical pregnancies are enough for me to stop blowing up their spots. I tell these stories all the time. It helps people like myself who don't know about their situation get help.I know a woman who knows about her negative blood. She had the toughest time carrying her baby to term, but thank goodness, she made it. She and her husband has a little girl that looks just like him. I saw them shopping the other night and he put his hand to his hip and said, she this tall. I said, "She tall just like her Daddy!" He's six- three or six-four. My sister had this high-yello beauty. Like her father's mother and is built like a brick house like her mother's mother. I love my bunny! She has five bunnies of her own now and a man that stands by her. Those hips were born from D'Antons burgers that are yummy!

Seeing I was living around the corner at my grandmothers house, I kinda caught the bug. Ofcourse everybody got it from her. What made it so good is they used to wrap the burger in foil and it would just use to melt into it's self and create this gob of cheeses and veggies, mayo, ketchup and mustard. It was delicious and you could ruin your shirt easily, by the guts of the burger running down the othe end of the burger hen you took a bite. "Jesus take the wheel!" They had coney's too. Big juicy hot dogs, nothing like Pete'd puny hot dogs, George, the man who owned it, created his own flare on Huron Street and it as delicious, always! It came that after a while of getting my burgers from no where else, they were hooking up with the crooked fraction of Pontiac the OCSD and I was out. My burgers were always nasty, filled with mustard, dry or ice cold. George tried to blame it on the idea that I didn't come there often. What health conscience person would? All that grease and processed meat. That stuff is good, maybe once a month or when you get a taste for it.

George's wife got tired of waiting on Black folk quick and started going to school to be a medical professional. She had given him three or four sons and looked like she could give him or somebody else four more. If you catch my grift. She was gorgeous, so he let her do whatever she wanted. She did a good job in school. In their country, wives helped their husband in whatever business they were doing. George thought she had taken on too many American ways. He was mad, but he still made D'Antons a place to thouroughly enjoy in Pontiac. George could talk more shit than anybody. He got tired and sold the business to his brother-in-law. His wife's brother. He's no George and the business started struggling and like any rackatering city they stepped in to give him business and make him do what "they" want. That means burning my burgers and stacking my veggies on the middle of the burger. brown out fries, and no offer of a combo. The black folk mad, because they're going there and the food isn't as good as when Georgewas there. Although the food is the same there is no foil to wrap the burgers in. Wax paper in, and the fries are cut short, and that means they're dry. Cheaper not better. George is old, but if he came back one day a week. D'Antons could be something like the same. George was never scared just respectful. He never put any of that bullet proof glass at the counter either. He'd just get that look in his eye that let you know, he would kill somebody. My brother said he was mafia. You could just tell.

Psalm 107:9 (ESV): "For he satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul he fills with good things".

I Have a New Friend...Kayla E.

My new friend's name is Kayla. She followed me on Facebook out of the blue. She's a pretty woman that looks like she's 16, when in fact she has an 18 year old getting ready to graduate from high school. I went to her page curious to why she wants to follow me. My pages are full of drama. She didn't look like she was full of drama like me, but then I read a post on her page about her son in high school. He has run into some really bad people. I don't know their names or their role in the incident, but I know there is a whole lots of drama going on with her son in the Pontiac Schools. I grew up in Pontiac Schools in the 80's and a lot of us are doing well, when you think that was the age of drug dealing an drug using, many of us are doing just fine. If there is anyone calling people's Momma "Ho's" Angelo and his briefcase would be in the Principal's office trying to get that person fired. If that didn't work, he would cause a sit-in or walk-out to show he wasn't kidding. Ms. Phillips an Mr. Speaks would be our faculty advisors, and it would go on until it was fixed. You ask anyone, and Angelo is still around. He was a student that didn't take no mess, and our President, Brett, went along with whatever we felt strongly about. Most of the time the parents didn't even know unless we went home and told them. Angelo and his briefcase shined light on these kinds of incidents in the schools. We loved it, time out of class was always ideal.

It seems these days they've taken the most of the power out of the hands of the children, and given it to derogatory adults. People who have no respet for them or their families. If someone's mother does things that are sexually deviant, no employee of the school should be allowed to say those words out of his/her mouth. Simply. because children should not be exposed to that kind of language period. Our children and their families deserve the common respect to not have to hear such foul language at school. Where is the administration? Where is the OCSD? Who are these people sitting idly by and letting these CHILDREN be treated this way? We need to get boots on the ground to get these children in a safe enviroment where they can be safe and their mother's can be safe, too. This is a sad day when a mother can't protect her children, because the "system" won't let her! Here is a woman trying to do right by her child, but all we can hear about is filth and squalor. Those kinds of mothers get to much press, too much television news time, and not enough help. A mother who loves her children, cares for her children and gets no support and no help when her child is demonized is sad. Everyone should be coming to her rescue. Everyone should be coming to his defense. So, she has to leave him, abandon him, to get help? What a sad and sorry existence for the children of Pontiac. They need hope for the future. HELP. Help take on Kayla's trouble with this administration and work it out...

"And He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, “Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea." <p> Matthew 18: 2-6