An American Story: This is the real America

America was made in rebellion. This was originally a part of England. The men sent here were criminals and men without the means to live on their own. Many died on the first leg, due to the winters in the northeast. They tried again, but this time with stronger men, skilled in building. Fishing and hunting. Those men lived on the land well They were not alone; however, they had the natives that helped them. When it came time to farm the land on their own, they created treaties to balance out who farmed what land, from there the people from England and the Dutch land felt their portion were not enough and began to infringe on the Natives portion with a disregard for their livelihood. That began a war between the two sides. The Natives, not knowing much about war, fought in an aggressive manner. If an English man went to church, they would lead his cow to his front porch and slaughter the animal where he and his family would see, when they arrived home.

It was disturbing to the Englishmen, who I will now refer to as the Settlers. They were building their lives, and they felt the Natives were getting in their way, and their war antics were unsettling. They would go off to fight to see that the Natives had been to their homes and murdered their children and wives, skinned them and hung them in a tree. The idea that a man would even think of something like that put the settlers on edge. That’s why there is such a push by America’s government to keep them hostage in worst land in our territory, they are afraid if they could organize, they would create a war like never before. This land is stolen and created to better the lives of the Settlers and no one else. Just like the buffalo.

"I'm your Huckleberry"

I know I love the movie "Tombstone" with Kurt Russel and Val Kilmer. Wyatt Earp was more than a lawman; he was a hunter of buffalo. That was the food of choice for the Natives. H was famous for taking down a herd in record time. That was also wiping out a harvest of food for the Natives, too. They Romanize the story of him, Doc Holiday and Ringo, because he did them a huge favor by helping wipe out the Natives. I had to tell David Boweman that people control people with food. I was in Osteopathic now known as McClaren for 24 hours without a meal. When men like Wyatt Earp got rich off Buffalo Hyde, he helps kill a race of people. Those people are the same people Trump is trying to stop from coming back to reclaim the land they stole; the Mexicans. They even cheated George Lopez out of a show. Two and a half men are sex driven, and ratchet. Where Lopez is funny and family oriented. They are trying to replace Lopez on Cozi with sex for little kids. Ashton Kutcher has frequented Diddy parties, you know? And the things Demi wrote about him; remember? He has no place in a show with a kid in it.

As an African American who knows we didn’t win the war with English. I know that they got tired and quit. The reason they started taxing the Settlers is that the Settlers were making money, and the English had just gotten over fighting France and were financially drained. They came to tax the Settlers and make their money back they lost when fighting France. Men like John Hancock, said, “No!” So, the war began. George Washington wasn’t all that great. He ran, when his troops got tired and was losing, the order was “RETREAT!” We’ve been fed all these lies about American History that are half-truths and lies. By the way, these celebrations are ways to boost the economy. Something our country needs, badly, I was going to bar-b-que some chicken for the cause, but knowing what I know, it’s just a waste of time and money celebrating losing a war.

OCSD PEDOPHILIA

Exposing family secrets is a hard thing to do. I think I’ve let a few people off the hook. The man who thought he had taken over my family is astonished. I ran to him telling him everything. He knew all my movements, and his brother had told him to leave me alone It had been 40 years, and I hadn’t moved in my stance, I didn’t want him. I’m not one bit attractive to him. I like tall brown-light men, and he don’t fit my taste. When he is looking to capture you, all of that doesn’t matter. He drove me around, showed me interesting things, and taught me and my sister how to drive.

This is Oakland County Sheriff’s pedophile. Doug was a sheriff’s deputy. He got caught and went into exile and then was unalived. I called his daughter and she didn’t believe it and I didn’t believe it either. She has three children, a husband and a wife. I only called her once She might be their next victim if she talked too much. There have been plenty of deaths surrounding their prostitution ring. Deaths rang out all around Baldwin. The one that struck me the hardest was that little boy on the bike hit by a white van. You know white is their color. They all drive white cars, trucks, vans and SUVs. I first learned that working at Sears Here are three that came to perch near me at Walmart when I went to get my groceries

They follow me up and down the street all the time, acting like they are going to run me off the road, too. They had to get a BiG black pick up trucks to block so I can be safe!

PEDOPHILE DISPHORIA

Pedophiles are real slick kind of people. They can live amongst you for years and you will never know it. I was approached by one at 15 and didn’t know the extent he had taken over my family. I had no idea this shy quiet man was a child molester. After he had come onto me and I turned him down, he only asked me for sex one other time, I was vulnerable and still, didn’t want to have sex with anyone. It was when I was homeless and living on the street. My sister kicked me out. He offered me a room, he and his wife’s room at their house. He made it easy; he had his two brothers roaming in and out. He locked me in. I didn’t go out unless I heard complete silence outside the door. So, prison wasn’t the first time I had to hold my pee. He came to the room and asked to have sex with me, and I flat turned him down. He said, “It’s so hard to have something you want so bad and not ask for it.”

I was 16 years old, I’m not sure if that’s a crime or not, but I’m going to tell them about him. My niece grew up and he went after her. My sister was so stupid She gave her to him. Since he’s her husband and she’s nearly 400 pounds, she had no other choice in her mind. He tried to have sex with all of us. That’s what they do. Come between everybody in the household. They are the quietest people in the house, but the house is full of fighting and chaos. That’s the way they keep control. Keep everyone fighting and they stay in control. My family has been fighting for 40 years since this man came in our lives, my sister and her insecurities brought him in our lives, and he got to everybody, but me. He almost got to me. When Steve told me that he was a pedophile I begged for a pass for him. He had done so much for me since I was 15 years old. Steve said no!

This is my sister’s husband this “mad man” who came between my sister and my daughter Who raped my niece at 16 years old. Whom I knew, because he had tried to do to me. The young woman that my sister pushed out the door and said, “Go with your Daddy!” Who wasn’t her Daddy at all but was a man who stuck his tongue down her throat and grabbed her in the crouch and made her cry, because she was so frustrated, because she didn’t want her mother’s man, even if her mother was sleeping with someone else’s man. I was confused, because he never did that to me. So, I had doubts, I don’t have any doubts now. He’s poisoning my food to murder me. He’s been coming into my apartment stealing things and putting them back. He’s the one who puts the locks on mt door. I haven’t seen my niece since my sister died. She’s broken and probably lonely like me. My sister and I were close before this man. Now, she’s gone forever and he and his pedophile brother are giving dap over her coffin; twin souls.

My niece has been in Oakland County Jail (OCJ) enough times to be an OaklandCounty-Whore. She says he comes to her house and lay around looking for sex now and then. She says sometimes she obliges him and sometimes he makes her sick I text my little sister who has eight or nine grand kids, because I told him the street she lives on, before I knew he and my nephew had tainted my water filter, because it was helping with the poison they were putting in my water, and yes, from the grocery store. Walmart, Kroger and Dollar Tree. This is all disappointing. It would all be over if I had believed my nephew back then. About the drugs he fed her, the days he allowed her to skip school to do ungodly things. He told me why he never did those things to me, I wasn’t interested, in sex, in drugs and evil things. We didn’t have a father figure. So, we were easy targets, but my sister finally told my Momma told me. I think he knows this entire time I know, but I need him. Not no more, I’m out with it. I finally told it all and let the light shine on the truth. He was trying to kill me before I could though. My nieces and nephews need to be protected. My sister knows and she’s dead. Dap over her coffin and a smile?

I hope they have made plans. Plans to protect my entire family. I pray that Steve realizes he’s too old to be “The Best” and quit letting them leave me unprotected and vulnerable. It’s time to come home you have more to worry about than yourself. I’m more than a notion. I’ve given my life for you. I expect no less than that from you. The answer is: One more time, NO! At least it won’t be with Kenny, he’ll be in jail. All those OCSD are pedophiles, they haven’t gotten them for their little prostitution ring, and Michael Bouchard ing for office. This feels hopeless. I’m glad I believe in God not man. Then it would be hopeless.

PRAY FOR MY FAMILY

Water Woes: Interracial Relationships

I just cussed out the air, but I was really trying to cuss out Steve. I can’t cuss him out, because the people he work’s for don’t want him with a Black. Blacks don’t want him with a Black either. See, they’ve been coming into my house and stealing my stuff and tainting my water. My case manager at CNS told me that they are letting the bad cops into this mission and making it drag on longer than it should. I believe that, now, because what they are putting in my water is killing me. I’ve never been so sick in my life.

I told y’all they know specific drugs that can give certain symptoms that mimic different sicknesses and diseases. I’m supposed to be diabetic, the woman at CNS gave it to me. The people looking out for me allowed me to be shot up with saline. The woman at the hospital I was in last month told me I was never being shot up with any diabetic medication. Psychotropic medication either, it would have done damage to my system. My mother lived at 83 years old and never had any issues like me. She abused alcohol, smoked and had six children. Was cut once to tie her tubes. I have never abused anything, I have blood clots, tumors high cholesterol, diabetes, and a mental illness that came on when I was 40 and refused to prostitute for the local sheriff’s department. It actually started in prison when I was railroaded for writing a White cop love letters.

With diabetes you get Neuropathy. It’s where your hands and feet get numb and hurt. The stuff they put in my water mimics those symptoms and makes my stomach hurt. It’s not just my hands and feet. It’s my hands and eyes. I’m mad, because the people who are supposed to be looking out for me see the hoodlums coming into my house and tainting my water and stealing my clothes. See, they let them, because they want to catch them tainting my stuff and stealing my stuff, because someone, when caught is going to squeal. I just want to know why I got to suffer?

These are all Jealous men who envy Steve. Men who want what he has; me. They want him to be down and low. He doesn’t use drugs or he isn’t lonely. He’s been had me since 8 years old, and will always have me, I love him. They’ve been through all my exes, asked them all about me and I’m without spot or wrinkle, in Pontiac terms. They tainted my water the other day, I had to cuss out the delivery boy who looked like he could be Steves and my son. This White man stood outside his door, waiting for what? I don’t know. I guess he didn’t mind being on tape. They really believe they’ve left me. I went to drinking tap water and got this in the mail:

They think I am as stupid as they are. If they believe that they don't see them! And that Steve would just let them in my house. Especially taking my "Italy" hat, and he is Italian. They are jealous of his Italian heritage, and got friends at the DNA place and going around telling people he's not Italian!

ENOUGH

Here is the one problem I’m having with this prostitution thing, these women don’t want to go to prison, Washington is helping by keeping the women’s prisons overcrowded. The women who are prostituting keep the population down. Keeping them on the streets is dangerous to society. I believe that’s why judges help put an end to the corruption. They were elected to do a job, only they are letting criminals out for giving blow jobs. Only to go back on the streets to cause more death and destruction on the streets, my biggest and best example is always Tucker Cipriano. The kid they let out early that beat his brother to death and maimed his dad and tried to kill his mother. Seeing his friend on the stand shaking and saying. “Tucker would never hurt his sister”. What a great guy to spare her. Women aren’t usually that violent, but… Those boyfriend fights can be crucial.

One woman took a knife to her boyfriend’s chest. A whore was at her door immediately with a word. “You sliced his chest up! That’s a crucial area; he could have been stuck in the chest and died. That’s temp murder!” Then the woman panics and starts prostituting. Now, if she’s picked. She could just be a part of a “Freak Nasty Panty Dropping Party” and get out of her mischief. They really don’t want to go to prison. I try to tell them it’s better. Not these days, but 10 years ago, it wasn’t so bad. They get stuck on having an out date and get out at 12:01 am. In prison you get your outdated and must wait six months. Dirty people, if they don’t like you will pick a fight, to make you lose your date. You’re waiting those months hoping you don’t get in a fight or something. Those are things they tell you to scare you into prostituting, too.

I’d try and tell them it wasn’t that bad. The deputies are such good manipulators and so many of the women are so young. They try to convince them I’m gay, which is just stupid. The young girl at Popeye’s called me “baby”. She doesn’t have a clue. She be my grandchild. At the Dollar Store, there was a Chris Barnett look alike. I spoke to him last week; he’s the Supervisor of Orion Township. He really nice and gave me lots of his time considering he runs a town. The guy they sent looked like Uncle Fester. Chris is no Steve, but he is no Uncle Fester, either. Then there was a woman of 19 years old with her hair picked out down her back. When I went to prison for something I didn’t do, a trumped-up lie. I took Depakote, to live in a unit where I had a room for myself.

This little girl came into the Dollar Tree with her hair all combed down her shoulder. They do it all the time. I always remember the old saying “Hair ain’t never made a woman,” These days I have to believe in that, because I don’t have any. I was letting the Africans do it, but they (OCSD) got them to pull it all out. I’m telling you, they listen into my house and my phone conversations and run back and tell people what I say to get them on their side, sometimes, I truly believe they tape my conversations and let them listen. We will know soon enough. I hold on to who I am and who I used to be. In prison to be able to get my own room, I had to take the medication.Even if It took all my hair out. I have male pattern baldness. I'm still the same and don't judge other's, I don't want to sleep with women and should have that choice. Those Deps are surely nasty, and the Officers moved me 18 times, before I beat the breaks off Tamara Marshal and got my suite in RTP. That's also where I lost all my hair. I'm still who I am, still who I want to be, still the same...

Kelli Bryant: JAIL v. CFP II

I saw Kelli Bryant and she looked so good, and I said she must live in a crack house. You know when she’s not in jail, because her skin is dark and ashy. She’s out now, and usually in the summer you get dark. Not Kelli, her skin is bright like she’s been on a health kick. You must understand, the Forensic Center is a type of hospital. That means it’s a place you go and get healthy, Whatever ailment you have they will fix it. Kelli is not like me, she cooperates. She kept on looking at her hands. They look white, she has a skin condition; I’m thinking eczema and it’s getting better. Her face is already gorgeous. Miss Mary is loving and will order a tube of cream to heal your skin. Eczema runs in my family and I have a touch. She ordered me a tube of cream, but Sue stole it and did something with it. That cream was expensive and the tube that I had was barely used. Miss Mary is Black and Sue is White. I saw it, she put a dab on me that night. Sue, a thief, is White, came in and saw it and stole it. Miss Mary comes in in the afternoon, and that night, before I go to bed, she goes in my drawer to put it on. It was gone. Sue hit a good little lick. I heard she sells it on the street.

Miss Mary was good to me; I was still getting my period back then. She would wet a washcloth, put it in the microwave and heat it up and give me for my cramps. I loved her so much. They wanted to fire her about that cream that Sue had stolen. The nurse practitioner hated me. First, I wasn’t cooperating and y’all know me, I always have something to say. The nurse practitioner wasn’t a doctor, but she thought she was, and so did Sue. There was these three White women who cooperated to the fullest. The nurse practitioner loved them like Miss Mary loved me. She gave them whatever they wanted. I asked for cream for my feet. Lisa, Brenna and Myrna; Myrna from one of those foreign countries. Sweden or something. And didn’t speak English well. Whoring however is a universal language. Lisa asked for cream for her feet, she was at a table with her feet propped up on a table rubbing ointment o her feet. She wouldn’t let Miss Mary re-order the cream Sue had stolen. Dorothy had some kind of infection from having sex with those men and told the practitioner about it. She told her to stop listening to me! Me?

By now, everybody knew I wasn’t mentally ill, especially the nurse practitioner, I had been a medic in the Army and knew some basic things about medicine. Not a lot, but enough to “piss of” our practitioner. We only had three stalls and sometimes there was a line. Dorothy waited so I came after her, and she did have some kind of vaginal order. It wasn’t strong, because it was a ritual to bathe everyday at the Forensic Center, but a women giving a pap smear would notice it. I did just go after her in the stall, but she didn’t check on it and blamed me! We just talked a lot. Dorothy was smart all by herself. All the women at the Forensic Cener were “stand alone intelligent” the were just whores, which was a different kind of smart in their current situation. I’m not sure if I was really in trouble that I wouldn’t be one of those women. Hell, we were well taken care of there, but I had Steve and I love him. Besides, I was working to keep him out of trouble, what would I look like getting another man and posting up at the Forensic Center? Not good…

The reason why I wrote this blog is OCSD put this sorry up on Facebook, about a woman having bed bugs. I HAVE BED BUGS! Remember, I was homeless. I was living with my brother-in-law, my sister, who is dead, husband. One day he came home from scavenging with this apartment. My land lady had two grills in her hands, that got his attention, he get a good buck for grills. We came and sat in it a good half hour, no bugs or anything. I moved in, because she took my payment how I had them in four (4)s, I think. I quickly left my brother-in-law’s place in Uber, never felt comfortable there. I slept on the hard floor the first few nights, it took my cousin a minute to get my stuff out of storage. They are mad, I said Kelli Bryant looks so good. She does, and she didn’t look that good in OCJ, and they need to get her a “stay” so she can go back! She can go back, until her trial. It seems that they want to give her a Not Guilty by Reason of Insanity (NGRI). Depending on what she told them about Payne, and them, she could have a case. I know they tried to make me lose my mind. Sometimes, I didn’t take a shower for three and four days. I was miserable. They did whatever they wanted. Even now, I know they are the reason I’m in this bed bug infested apartment. My brother-in-law can't pass up a grill and she had two! They knew it was bed bug infested at one time. It's not easy to get rid of them. You don't see them, but you feel the itch!

It’s not that bad. When you consider homelessness. That's what they counted on to get me into this infested place. I wanted and needed a home. They’ll do anything to show the girls not to go against them. I’ll do anything to show they can and will be defeated. I’m an example of why flock is a dirty business. They watch everything I say and do all day. They count my baths, if I wash my hair, listen to all my phone calls then try to regurgitate it back to me like I’m nasty or something. When it is nasty and funky in that jail. That forensic center is so clean. You could eat off the floor. You might not get HOT FOOD, but you get peace of mind. When they tried to turn me out, this inmate flushed the toilet all night long, until the toilet erupted continually flushing. At the Center, you get up and shower first thing. You don’t eat without washing your face and cleaning your body. You don’t sit around with a whole lot of women who haven’t bathed all day. Everybody has taken a shower. EVERYBODY! I know Kelli feels nasty in that jail. I hope the make plans to send her back soon!

I'm telling you even in that yellow suit she looks damn good!

Kelli Bryant's JAIL v. CFP

HER SKIN IS DARK, IT'S WINTER!

I’ve been trying to tell you about Crumbley’s and how the mother was prosecuting for the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) while awaiting trial. OCSD took down the blog. I went to look for it to compare what I’m talking about to Kelli Bryant. She’s 30 pounds lighter. Compared to the pounds she had on her when she first left home and the ones she had on her before she left. See, they don’t feed you at the Forensic Center! Mr. Baker might have some Klondike bars or pizza sometimes, but it’s nothing like HOT FOOD. Calzones, potato wedges and nuggets. Cat ate so much, she raised her cholesterol so high she had to get open heart surgery. It’s not like that in Saline and they are nasty. Stan doesn’t like women and ain’t going to give you nothing and racist? So, I knew she was coming back skinny, but I didn’t want to mis-speak and be wrong or they fed her in an attempt to make me wrong and make look bad. Nope, she is much smaller. The Forensic Center isn’t a place filled with 100 Gumps. There are only two or three and the White!

ETHAN AFTER MONTHS IN JAIL

JENNIFER AFTER JAIL TIME

It wasn’t what they told her. They love to lie in jail. Boost everything up for the “let down”. She was happy to be back here to HOT FOOD, and Pepsi. Regular, you only get diet at the Forensic Center. The medication mixes badly with sugar and makes you gain weight. I mean Denice, might make you popcorn during the week, but nothing like OCJ. Those girls eat like queens; Cat gives freak shows in the gym. She eats whatever she wants she had 21 packs of cookies one time. That’s 33 cookies, 21 bags of chips and 6 nuggets. She was on the news with a scar down her chest from open heart surgery. I thought, “She ate so much HOT FOOD, she clogged her arteries and had to get heart surgery! “She got so much when they put me next to her when I went on my hunger strike, she gave me her dinner. I was funny she gave me nuggets wedged and peanut butter cookies for the first time. The Dep told me I couldn’t have it. She said if you take one more bite, I’m coming in there and flush it. I just ate faster.

I ain’t worried about Cat, she’ll do whatever they want. They took down my Crumbley blog, because those people in Oxford will have a fit when they find out they were feeding Ethan Crumbley after he killed those four teenagers, and the mother was having sex for money. In the pictures of him he is fat, and much bigger than he was free. So is his mother. Sure, their family could send them money for food, but they give so much away the prices are sky-high. You would need $500 a month for HOT FOOD, $1,000 for two people. They were giving it to them. Kelli Bryant will be large in a minute. She’ll be on 2, 4 & 7 tonight at 10 & 11 check her out, she has lost a lot of weight!

You must bathe every day at the Forensic Center. No jnuk food everyday, you get lotion and toothpaste she looks good. (SMH) HER SKIN IS BRIGHT, IT'S SUMMER! SHE MUST LIVE IN A CRACK HOUSE!

The Boys Club: Marcus Bowman

I was a Girl Scout Troop Leader in the mid-nineties, and I had about five or six girls who were bi-sexual and gay. They were nine and ten years old and were going with each other. I found it to be too much, because they were too young for that kind of stuff. At teen, I was still playing with my Barbie. These little girls were beyond Barbies and toys. You could tell by watching them, they had done things. There was one who was the head-dyke and her mother helped me with event and stuff and was great. These girls, however, were too much. I knew girls like that in school, but it was high school, this was a bit early if you asked me.

Well, when Dr. Diedra was Mayor there would be events and I went one afternoon and saw a few of those girls there hanging out. I walked up to the leader and asked how she was doing; she was doing well and didn’t have any children. Then she pointed to a young man and told me, but…did and that he was her “baby daddy”. I looked towards where she was pointing and there was this slender, tall and handsome brother with a whistle in his mouth refereeing to a basketball game. He had long dreads that bounced with him as he ran up and down the court. He was fine, which came as no surprise. She was a pretty young woman. It was Marcus Bowman.

Marcus is a member of Ahmad Taylor’s crew that plan to take over Pontiac and give it over to White men such as David Todd and Alan Bishop for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Maybe more, because they are damming the lake to make it seem viable. It is not and has run its course. Remember, the Clinton River use to flow over the Mill Dam when you drove in? It doesn’t do that no more. I told “Mayor Mike” Waterford needs to pay us for that water, because if they didn’t, we could make it flow through Pontiac and flow out. Mike would never do that, but it would make Pontiac lots of money, that lake is “liquid gold”.

They are planning to displace people with land that’s worthless, people they find worthless. They think they can dam it up forever and kick the Black folk out. Kenyada either is needed elsewhere or wasn’t doing a good enough job at the school board and had to be replaced, but he won’t do any better, he is also being controlled by the “D”. They keep telling Ahmad I can be handled. I was made homes in 1996, by David Todd, when he lied to Judge Christopher Brown a friend of my Father. My father’s, who must have understood he wasn’t the “big time” drug dealer he had been. I was on the street. On David Todd’s lie!

t Marcus Bowman will do no better than his wife. He will fail, miserably, too. There are people in high places that don’t want to see Pontiac swallowed up by these scoundrels. Everyone involved better understand that Ahmad Taylor is a snake and a snake, and snakes haven’t any loyalty to anyone. He can’t handle me, because I deal with people who will scoop him up and put him in a jail cell on an indictment at any time. Then the people will know Ms. Kaiser wasn’t lying. The

Orion Tell

So, I’ve been following this man named Chris Barnett. He and a bunch of other White men are mad at Dave Coulter, because he won’t give them numbers for their mileage. I’ve been calling him to talk about Oakland County and Mike Bouchard. I called him once, and he called me back. I didn’t call him back, because I had gotten a letter telling me that Dave Coulter has not cheated on his taxes. In my eyes that meant he was good. I wrote this blog saying that Coulter was a good man and Barnett was barking up the wrong tree. Well, I turned the blog into a “draft” and did some digging, because my regular friends who weren’t politicians asked me if I knew what the hell, I was talking about. Even the Attorney General was making funny faces. I’m a Black woman that shouldn’t be asserting myself in White men business, but when you are kidnapped by them, held hostage by them, and an attempt is made by them to make you their prostitute is tried. Their business becomes your business. These “Hood Rats” have no sense at all. I have an MBA and a Daddy that was a drug dealing pimp. I got this…I think.

I’m even going to give him a word on Priority whose little garbage boy buys sex from the McDonald’s on Orchard Lake in Keego Harbor, from the Mexican Women who work there. He called the police, because I was filming. The mothers over there are tired of them going in the bathroom buying sex. He thought I was one of them! Barnett, you didn’t call back, this is all I wanted…

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UWM...From Underwriting to Underpanties, Major Payne Style

I have people that call me from time to time, and we talk. When that woman left those three kids over there near Stonegate in all that filth and trash, I knew she was working for who we inmates at Oakland County Jail had named, “Major Payne”. He was a quiet little man, who if he didn’t eat protein as much as he did and work out as much as he did, with his bald head, would easily resemble a Q-tip. He reminds me of Steve in that both are skinny; true. What most people wouldn’t guess is that they both have speech impediments. So, neither of them talks much. Payne uses this as an advantage in his illegal activity The most you could get out of him is when you say, “Hi, Payne.” He would reply, “What up!” With a ghetto slur. He wanted me to know, he liked Black people, he could talk like them and everything. His crew was one-thirds African American, and the other one-third could recite Run DMC off the top of his head. It is all about money. Steve, too, he just makes it honest.

When my friend called me up and told me that Kelli Bryant worked at United Wholesale Mortgages, I figured she was working with Payne and them. She and some of the women had an apartment and they’d work ay UWM during the day and danced and prostituted during the night, when they weren’t turning “tricks” with exec during the workday. It was busy work, no time to be a Mama to two kids and have a full-time job underwriting loans. This is the culprit behind all the child neglect in Pontiac, while Mike Bouchard is on television crying, and carrying on, UWM has teamed up with OCSD and causing mothers to leave their children in filth and squalor. Anyone hear from the worst mother in the world, Kelli Bryant? She hasn’t picked up her last check from UWM, yet. J/K lol…

Brown, Paynes muscle was married to a deputy; I only knew her as Brown. They got a divorce and she started going with a drug dealer. Lanehart, they say he lived on the lake around the bend on Orchard Lake. That was some heck of some information to give me, most of the women knew what my man did. I guess that was the point. Hopefully, they’ll be swooping them up in the next bunch of cops and drug dealers. We’ll stay tuned for those events…

House of Payne is Moving

When I was in Oakland County Jail in 2010 to 2017 there was a deputy named Payne that ran the strippers in the gym. Deputy Bron was the muscle and Kendall was the DJ. On the pay periods, usually the last pay period, the free check, they would have their parties in the gym. They always wanted me to participate, because I was on the top of the list for being chosen from the mug shots. One time, I had stopped eating, because then had put me on food loaf. I wasn't eating that. plus they weren't giving me water, the expected me to drink out the toilet-sink. When I fell out getting in the shower, Payne and Ms. A rushed in disappointed and pissed, eventhough Payne looked a bit scared. He wasn't always as sure as the others that I wasn't an FBI plant. He wasn't so sure that me and Lisa's conversations weren't weren't weren't two plants getting there stuff together. When I was talking about the women who were being killed in Oalland County, he looked up at me from the floor and shook his head with the fear of God. He didn't want to have nothing to do with any of that. But now he's retiring from OCSD, and he has brothers who are cops elsewhere. I don't know if he's taking the show on the road when he retires or if he will keep his talents here. I hope he knows that the Feds are on him here and if he moves to be near his family and pimp, he'll bring thr heat with him there abd blow their spot up, too. That is especially true, if they have women snitching on him making him HOT as hell!

Here are Payne's passive pals kinda breaking up a fight. They look pretty aggressive NOT! You can't be aggressive with women you trick with. Those women are running that show! https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2026/05/a-day-late.html https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2026/01/kelli-bryant-in-court-well-things-arent.html https://yaktownlaisly.blogspot.com/2025/11/and-another-oneleft-in-squalor.html

OUR STORY...II

Loving a Policeman ain't either, I stand by you; forever yours, FAITHFULLY...

My brother was found guilty of delivering or manufacturing 750 grams of heroine or cocaine and I was sent back to jail, twice, I missed Thanksgiving and Mother’s Day, 2003. I cried in the pod, where all the women could here. My mother had no sympathy for me. All she had to say was, “You need to leave that man alone!” All I could say is, “I know…” That’s the Black Mama’s anthem when her daughter has gotten caught up with a man that ends with her going to jail, getting in a fight or getting pregnant more than once without a ring. “You need to leave that man alone!” Because obviously he ain’t no good for you!!!,” We rarely listen to them. And the penalty is usually worse than the issue at hand. At least Steve had a job. I had gotten arrested in college, when I had gotten my tether taken off. All my no-good lawyer had to say, was to send me a letter the day of the hearing saying to “Avoid Police Contact”. Well, Paul McDougall had a snitch at the school who ran back and told him I called him a woman beater. The US Marshals were there the next day, I was at school, and they handcuffed me and stood me against the wall as the students filed in. I laid on the cuffs, so they didn’t see them, but I got the feeling some of them knew.

We had to wait for the Pontiac Police Department to come get me. They didn’t call them for a while and when they came the crooked one had a big gulp, The trick was to get me to turn on Steve. It’s 2003, and I’m as pissed as I’m going to get. When I get out and my mother and I get home the refrigerator is fixed and Steve and I are seated together by a trick tat is working to this day. From faith-to-faith. I was sitting in the kitchen and the train kept sounding and it sounded like it was calling for me, and when I walked to the train stopped. There was a notebook on the table, and I reached for it and the train went crazy. So, I began to write. I asked, “Is this you Steve?” The train sounded once for “Yes”. My heart and my mind opened to an entire world of the unknown, and I began to ask a million questions that the train answered. I asked the train if it loved me and the train went crazy, again and I leaned back in my chair busted out in a silent howl. I didn’t want my mother to think I’d really lost my mind. I was in love with the train and a piece of paper. Up until this moment, I had no idea how Steve felt. Steve can be demanding and on days when I wasn’t feeling him. He would make those guys lay on that horn. I think the people in the neighborhood got tired of him. They would just complain but really didn’t know what was going on.

Every day after work and until 11 on weekdays and 12 on the weekends, I wat with Steve and listened to music. Pretty much, except for Thursday and Sunday morning. I’m sure there are days he puts tricks in the game, and he starts an argument or fixes the playlist. Amongst other things. Ha-Ha-Ha (wink) We like one another a lot. That’s my man 100%. People can’t understand why we are still in love. It’s been so long. Not until a few minutes ago when he played the last song. When he worked at the PPD, he would have the whole day if nothing was going on. They didn’t do anything all day. I guess police work is mental. He plays the sweetest tunes. All the songs I wished a man would play for me all my life, he had played and some I never knew I wanted played, he has played. How you say, when a relationship hinges on an FBI investigation station cooperates. We’ve used some of the biggest names in music. We’ve used Pandora, YouTube and Playlist, Playlist, until they put a bunch of viruses in it. We used radio stations, too! Radio, before I got my first laptop.

In Sickness & In In Health - Fake Illnesses

When I was at the Forensic Center in Saline, across from the Women’s Prison I discovered something. They have pimps there, too. They all have access to medication and what kinds and combinations will make you sick. They can cause diabetes, Crohn’s and mental illnesses like bi-polar and schizophrenia. I am in a bout of Crohn’s right now. I ordered a case of alkaline water with my grocery store order this week. When it came it was torn open. I told Walmart but didn’t think anything about it. My eyes started to hurt and be sensitive to light, and my stomach began to be upset. I wouldn’t pass gas or do a number two, but I was nauseous and sick to my stomach. While lying in my bed, deafly ill, something told me to drink the Magnesium Citrate I had on the dresser. I did and felt much better. I woke up and everything that wasn’t moving moved. Someone was coming in my house and poisoning my water, and it was slowly killing me. They want me to go to the hospital, they will tell me I have Crohn’s they will treat me for Crohn’s, and it will kill me. Like the diabetes diagnosis, I will stop taking the medication all together. I have a close friend that has Chron’s. Here eyes don’t hurt and she doesn’t have sensitivity to light. They were putting something in my water that mimics the symptoms of Chron’s but isn’t the disease itself. I am not going to the hospital; doctors are their biggest clientele and hospital workers their biggest flunkies.

There was this guy, Dave, at the Forensic Center who liked to put LSD or PCP in the peanut butter we have with our snacks. He liked to shoot the oranges with stuff, I liked oranges. Many of the woman living there weren’t mentally ill at all. They were just pretty enough to stay long enough to make them some money. We would wake up at times in “the morning asking each other, “Did you hear that?” We would quietly discuss it, they have speakers at the Forensic Center that listened to everything. You could sit in the kitchen and watch Mr. Charles listening. He would be so engulfed in the patient’s conversation, that he didn’t notice you watching him. We didn’t have any privacy. They sat and listened to everything, tainted our food when they wanted and had sex with “them” at will. I remember, I kept having bad dreams. I couldn’t go to sleep for the dreams. One day an older woman living there walked by me and softly whispered, “Stop eating the peanut butter and graham crackers at night.” And shuffled away in her way. She walked towards the door, where we lined up to go on Main Street. Then she walked back towards me and started being belligerent and acting crazy. She said loudly, because you never know these jokers could be putting LSD or PCP in that food!”! She rambled in her purse as I watched the show and thought, I can’t stop eating the peanut butter and crackers, It was all I had to eat. Since Stan had given his speech about our food being tainted with Adderall and not Cocaine, I had stopped eating. I would only eat snacks and fruit, from what my friend had just informed me they had started putting stuff in that.

Now, OCSD has commercials that play that tell me about my sickness. They really believe that Steve is sitting and willingly watching them hurt me. I’m surely upset that they think he thinks so little of me, after all I did to keep them from ruining his career. Plus, that they think so little of him as a man that he would just let them rule his life. It’s been 25 years! That’s a long time. He’s umbel and they believe that’s fear or compliance, but it’s not, it’s patience. And its loyalty of good friends he made. They have those Flex vans ride by me when I’m driving my car out and about. Steve calls them “Crackhead Ubers”. I’ve ridden them before it’s not bad. My jail and Forensic Center friends use them. I tried to tell Steve I’m one of them; he made me one of them when he accused me of stalking him and sending me to jail. Those female deputies believe it, too. Even though, I’m a better cop than them and I don’t have a gun or a badge. We are a team. Those women that judge my relationship with my man, when they couldn’t have done a quarter of what I’ve done, this female dep couldn’t come in my house. I’ve been to prison twice and jail so many times I lost count. If all that is criteria for me to not have my man, you all need stop being so shallow and start understanding what real love is, because he ain’t leaving me.

And you all call me a stalker, I love my Steve, but he's possessive... You all should take heed, too!

Karen Who?

I’m not taken down my video of Furios the character from “Boyz in da Hood” who shoots at a burglar who breaks in his house in the middle of the night while he and his son are sleeping. Karen McDonald throws up a video against gun violence, she’s still trying to get perks from the murder of those four kids in Oxford in November 2021, when those four students were murdered by the weird kid Ethan Crumbley. McDonald prosecuted his parents in a landmark case. Now, she’s tough on gun violence and my blog. Even if Furious was in his own home protecting his home and most importantly his son. He’s Black, however and the thought of a Black man having a gun is scary no matter what the circumstances. When I think of those four teenagers. I think of Hanna St. Juliana and her likeness to my friend and confidant in jail, Lisa Yee. They don’t grieve at her like they do the four kids at Oxford. She’s not given the privilege of being memorized as special and honored. Oakland County Sheriffs just use her for sex and to make money, and bring a dog for the kids at Oxford.

Lisa Yee is bi-polar, and up until her first year at U of M. when her illness took over, she was brilliant. Then the illness took over. Now I met Lisa, she was having sex with deputies for Hungry Howie’s Bread sticks. Back in 2010, she was the only Asian the deputies had, and when she came into the jail, she was more than likely in a manic state and hypersexual. She would sometimes have sex on her stool in her cell; she showed me how she did it once. Sixteen years later they have brothels full of Asian women. I look at that picture Hannah and wonder what would have happened if she would have grown into a young woman and unintentionally ended up in Oakland County Jail (OCJ). No one would hold a vigil, light a candle or anything like that. There wouldn’t be a fake Michael Bouchard coming to the school with an emotional support dog, she would just be changed. Lisa is just some crazy Asian woman.

They call me crazy. They got a licensed professional to say that I was both bi-polar and schizophrenic. That way, the news reporters wouldn’t listen to what I have to say. The man at the bank called me crazy the other day, and I told him, “Like a fox”. They had changed my pin on my debit card, and they thought OCSD was running the show. Fifth-Third, a bunch of low-class racists in Waterford. Not until Simon took notice would anyone look sideways at me and my stories about these pimping deputies. You have no idea. I am nobody’s politician, and I will take back my stance on anyone who shows me contrary of what or who I see them as. I take back my stance on Karen McDonald. She cares about the kids in Oxford, but not people like Lisa and me, somebody came to my house last night and stole my remote and the last pair of broken glasses I had. I put a share to the door, but there must be another way they are getting in. If I had a gun and had caught them in there, I would have shot them. As a convicted felone I can't own ot possess a gun. This is what happen to my wall after I published my Grace Centers of Hope blog...

LESLEY & STEVE...OUR STORY I

My man is Steve "Witt" Wittebort. I met and fell in love with him when I was eight years old. He claims that he fell in love with me, too. We fought on the playground a few days after we met, because I loved his eyes. I wanted a closer look and he had been fighting and was mad. They are gorgeous, this green like crystal, not like hazel, but I like to say peridot. When he gets mad, they look like he’s crying, but he is angry. I really think he is handsome, but he’s so quiet he’s kind of weird and awkward acting, but I like that, too. He’s always thinking about something, working you out. He likes me, so whatever he gets from me is good. He had left once, went to Lake Orion, I think. He came back when we were 15. I was walking down the hall from the West Commons to the East, and he was walking from the other way. His eyes were glowing down the hall to me. I hadn’t seen him since he was a little, but the eyes had it. I said to myself, “It’s the little boy! God sent him back to me!” I walked to my best friend’s locker and exclaimed, “He’s here, he’s here!” She is just as quiet and awkward as he is. She shifted her notebook book back and forth and asked me frustrated, “Who is here?” I took my hands and shook her shoulders back and forth. “The little boy!” She was still fixing up her papers. I didn’t remember his name. “The boy from Webster, he’s big now!” “You are crazy, you know that?” “Yeah, but I saw him!” Did he see you?” She asked. "I don’t know!” I mumbled.

It wasn't until 12th grade that we had a class together. This cracked Colleen O’Brien up in court. She looked at Denise Brainard When I said it to let her know it’s destiny. See I was there on trial for stalking him, but not really. Everyone there knew except the woman beating cop, McDougal, and me, that the Feds were doing something. So, when Brainard asked the question and I answered, the answer made O'Brien chuckle. That one class was “Investigative Paper”. Steve was now a cop, he had just become a detective in 1999. He had sat directly in front of me and watched him for the entire hour. His hair is grey now, but back then it was this brown that wasn’t quite bear-brown and not dirty blond either, for me it was as unique as his green eyes. I’d watch as he’d sink into his chair thinking. I asked my favorite,sister, one of those thinkers too, what they think about when they do that, she said she didn’t know. He’d probably give the same response. Now, Macallister is gone, I kind of knew something was up with him. He was Mississippi’s State Trooper of the Year. He had interviewed little old me for this bogus stalking case. What was he doing in Pontiac working on this little funky old stalking case, and he kept laughing at me, and taking pictures of Steve and me. He gave one to Steve of me, and one to me of Steve. I looked at mine; Steve had turned his head. I balled it up and threw it in the toilet and flushed it. I don’t know what he did with me. Judge Bill Waterman sent me home. He said I didn’t do anything and gave me a $100 personal bond. Steve was mad, as usual. They got Bowman, and he bound me over. Steve was pleased.He was not going to be a drug dealing cop. Plus, his mom was sick with cancer, he couldn't do that to her!

My brother was a drug dealer. Steve is and was a narcotics cop. The woman beating cop is Paul McDougal. I met his girlfriend when we both worked at a clothing store in Bloomfield Hills. We became good friends. We were like 22 and 24. She had lost her mom when she was 16 years old. She and Paul lived in Crystal Lake Apartments with their twins, and her son. She had come to Michigan by way of San Antonio, by way of New York. She had two sisters who lived in Detroit and she came here to be close to them and met Paul. We both got jobs and became close friends. To this day he tells people we were lovers. I have never had sex with a woman, but I loved her, she was a very sad person. No mother, a sister who took advantage of her and in her words, “A boyfriend that beat the shit out of her”. She would cry on my shoulders and tell me how strong I was. How she wished she could be like me and how I could stand up to anybody. I still don’t know what she meant. Any of the women I met in jail or prison, since. Our phone was tapped from my brother drug dealing. One day I called Steve and McDougal found out and was scared. He needed to find a way to discredit me. I guess he went to Pam Chambers to tell her about it, and she told him that I had stalked her younger brother Jukie when I was with him in the summer of ’01. I never did such a thing. The other brother Nate had woken us up one morning,because he needed Jukie’s truck. His had gotten repossessed through the the morning, and he had a job to do. He slipped up and said he was going to get $2,500 from Boo, one of my brother’s co-defendants, a drug dealer. Pam was a Seargent with Pontiac at the time. She wants to help McDougal because I know her brother is getting money from a drug dealer, which most likely she’s a “drug dealing cop”.

She tells McDougal at some point that I’ve stalked her brother Jukie before. Their brother Nathan tells that lie, because he got a big mouth, talking bout he’s going to get money from who the Feds call a “King Pin”. One that today has done every lick of his time, my brother has, too. Nathan Chambers thought I was nothing, just someone his brother could lay up with and he could lie on. He knows better these days. My father was a dealer, too, caught in ’82, and he started working with the Feds then. He dealt drugs with Don Cornelios of “Soul Train”. He did 18 months on his indictment; my brother did 19 years on his. He didn’t want to snitch. I did four for my man, who wasn’t really my man at the time. I got to prison protected. Those LIFERS run prisons. They walked past me every day, “You alright? I would answer, “I’m okay”. Everybody knew not to mess with me. Only the real troublemaker’s mad trouble. I’m starting to question if they were making trouble getting me to RTP so I could have my own room. From day one it was a setup, like they set Steve up with this young girl meant to break his heart and turn him out on drugs. The same way Pam Chambers brother, Jukie was meant to turn me out. After he got me pregnant, he told people that he never asked me to be his girlfriend. This child they put on Steve almost got him to marry her. After she got him to fall in love, they turned her out and she was smoking crack, having sex with different kind of men and one day I called and saved his entire life. That little boy in the hall, the Webster Hall at Central and 1200. My entire life in those eyes of peridot. God keeps putting us together. To tell the truth, I thought I had a choice. “My man” would look like me, be Black and beautiful. Nope, he's Italian

What lies we tell ourselves, what lies we tell…Amen

If there are stupid typos count them to OCSD, I'm not coming back to check until tomorrow morning 6-5

Grace Centers, No Hope, Not for me, Anyway.

About a year ago, I was homeless. I remembered that my job had did a “Team Depot” at Grace Centers of Hope on the corner of Woodward and Perry’s. A guy named Jaguar was running the place back then. I called and had to leave a message for a call back and never got a call back. So, I called my friend that used to work with our ex-mayor, his name is Dewayne Anthony. He was always nice to me. He was a good friend of Jaguars. I don’t know what had happened, but the program that was so good, before had turned into a space for White women and their children. When I did get a call back the women who worked there had the nastiest spirits and attitudes like I had did something to them. I mean just funky and nasty. Thet said they had a program that lasted an entire year. And the program had to be an entire year, no exceptions. I went to the office to speak to a woman, and was met by a man at the door that wouldn’t let me in. He acted like he had seen a ghost. I figured that was from the Oakland County Sherrif Department and they were primping the women out of the “Grace Centers of Hope” or having sex with them. The man who refused to let me in the door was White, too. There was about 20, women with children at the playground and all of them were White, too.

Back when I had come there with Home Depot, there had been several Black women living there, recovering from addiction, working in the kitchen and getting their lives together. I wasn’t on drugs, but I had no place to go. I had no place to live! I left a message that said just that and couldn’t get a call back. The woman that I spoke with I said that I was willing to work the program, but I didn’t need the program that long. I had a masters and If I could just work the program for a month, find housing and a job, that would be all I would need. That wasn’t enough, I needed to need more from them. It seemed I didn’t need enough. I had already got the feeling that I wouldn’t be wanted there, anyway. Most of the White women playing with their children on the playground didn’t even turn to look towards me. I had a vehicle then, I’ve found an apartment, with no help From Grace Centers of Hope. I think they may have thought I was uppity or something. That got me a look, like I was a ghost, again. An Asian woman walked past me and told me she was volunteering. I wasn’t there to help; I needed a place to stay and get on my feet.

I figured the OCSD had reached out and told them that I was some kind of spy or something. I practically begged. I remembered that I had torn their prostitution wide open. The men were having sex with the women; I could tell that when I was there the winter before. The women, especially the young ones only had help and empathy for White women and all their resources were going towards them. For a woman who had done four a White man she known for many years, but sacrificed those years for, that was disheartening. I was a Godly person. Even if he lied on me, I never told a lie on him and always gave my heart to Jesus. Dewayne couldn’t get me in. Jaguar was no longer running things he couldn’t reach out to him, anymore. I was just plain out of luck with Grace Centers of Hope, they weren’t helping “my kind,” anymore. I watched on the news, yesterday, our mayor with a Black woman that was being helped by Grace Centers of Hope. She had a daughter named “Miracle”. Yeah, it took me three (3) months to find my apartment. I bumped around in hotels for a month, spent time living in my car, and time living in Detroit with my nephew and brother-in-law. Thanks to OCSD I stayed on the street, they got me this bed bug infested apartment from a slumlord was my miracle. AMEN…

Look at that, nobody is smiling but Mike! He always smiling...

I go Home Anyway I Want...

My friend Brett and his mother are having troubles. I had to take him some clothes, because he doesn’t have any, and Brett talks too much about, about stuff he shouldn’t he shouldn’t talk about. Like when we spoke about L. Brooks Patterson for the first time, he told me that he was at the theater downtown dancing in the aisle, while the two of them, Patterson and Bouchard, did cocaine and young boys dance in the aisles and they played poker. It seems that he is still playing with bootie holes. His mother claimed she put him in the psyche ward, because he is losing it. He seemed fine to me. There is a bunch of good-looking men in there, and they seem to have good minds, too. I think Brett is a prostitute. He wanted me to know, but I didn’t want me to know. They used to lock me up and thought the aesthetics would make me feel better about prostituting, but I wasn’t comfortable at all. I was just as disgusted in the Forensic Center, as I was in that filthy jail.

St. Joseph Mercy Hospital used to be a Catholic Hospital. They used to have big crosses on the walls, now they have abstract sculptures and waterfalls. My cousin was up there, he’s an OCJ victim. He snuck up on me and I screamed. I found out about him when my nieces ex called me to tell me he had spotted him on the OCJ scanner website and he was released in an hour or so. I said to myself, “he has turned a couple of tricks and got out”. Brett’s mother has turned him in and made a few bucks, if he ain’t in on it, too. He knows that he can get more money from suing them than living in the psych ward for a week. “I am picking up what he’s putting down” And all the family members who were in there visiting. Their loved ones are being taken advantage of, and just because they are men doesn’t mean it’s impossible. If they are being dragged into a mental hospital, because they are good-looking to be pimped out to men or women, that is wrong. Brett is handsome and gay. He’s a good pick. Maybe his mom doesn’t know, and I’m wrong she’s not selling him. But…

Attorney Dana Nessel doesn't seem thrilled! When I got the letter about Dave Coulter, he freaked out on the phone, talking about Coulter being a freak, and not to believe it. I told him that the letter came from the IRS. He said Coulter was butt naked in a hotel room dancing around doing lines (cocaine). I got angry at him and asked him how did he know? I’ve never had cocaine in my life, and no one had ever done cocaine in front of me, but my father and he didn’t care. When I was 17, my boyfriend got up to knock out a guy whose house he was selling in, because he tried to pass me the pipe. My brother’s ex melted crack in my weed. I had no idea. She let me smoke the entire thing. I told Brett those were the three times I had gotten even closer to doing drugs and no one had never done drugs in front of me, why would someone do them in front of him, if he wasn’t doing them, too? He wanted to convince me so bad, he admitted he did lines with “boys” sometimes. Now, he is in the “nut house” with a bunch of male prostitutes. Male, young, handsome prostitutes. And Dave Coulter is sitting on his porch like this:

Do you think somebody at the IRS bamboozled me, because Gretchen Whimer is letting a woman's die in Huron Valley and I don't think that is right at all. Not when she's letting drug dealers go free, I wonder why?

JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES AND GO TO SLEEP!

While in jail, I gained skills that I thought I would never need. Like being able to sleep with the light on. One woman who was literally a “street walker” told me while I was complaining that I couldn’t sleep, because they were keeping up so much noise. She said, “If you’re really tired, just close your eyes, you’ll go to sleep”. She was right and I slept until breakfast. So, many of the punishments that they try to give me, today they have already put me through and I have beat. Noise is their easiest way to disturb an inmate that wouldn’t cooperate. They would just tell them to do it and give away Aramark’s commissary come “store day”. That's the reason lotion is probably $10 a bottle, that is $1.25 at the Dollar Store, and a bar of soap that’s $ .75 is $5. It’s been Nine years since I’ve been there, and I’m sure it’s much more than that, by now. The way it gets so high is from paying the women for favors and prostituting. For the women who live in General Population (GP), it’s not fair. They don’t usually participate in “hooking”. They are usually mixed up in “Young Love Affairs”. The female deputies get off on that. But their thing is to turn the inmates on one another, have little lovers’ quarrels, and fist fights over some pretty little girl.

Then they come to where I live in “Discipline” and fight through there food slots. So, you have three grown women having an argument about who was the best lover, or who did who best first or last. It was wild. They would keep us up, too, the first night or day they got over there. They would shut them down sometimes by telling them I was there. As I said in my last blog I don’t like to tell their secrets, because I come to help. They don’t want their families to know about the things that go on in jail and the things they do. Unless they are OCJ Legacies. Then their mothers have been there and know what goes on already. Some of the older Deps carry on conversations with inmates about their mothers. Some even get out, Ms. Dudley prays they would get out, too. I wished I could blame Ms. Dudley. I've search her for evil and couldn’t find any. She had worked with those evil White men for many years and learned how to survive. I watched her snap cuffs on many women and all I could see was a woman who had learned to play the game and live well. BRAVO!

Now, the trucks and cars with bad mufflers that ride down Huron, are meant to disturb my peace, but they have taught me through their diabolical nature to live through it. Kinda like Ms. Dudley, you just go through it, day-by-day. Your skin gets tougher and tougher with every day every day goes by, until you just don’t feel no more. I mean there are large 18 Wheelers that brush up as close as they can to the curb, they shake the entire building. They somehow got in my apartment and are stealing things. They stole both pairs of my glasses and left me with only the boke pair. They want me to go to the eye doctor, and they’ll tell me my diabetes is killing me. Someone came into my apartment and sprayed something that caused me to think I had a stroke. I went to the hospital. They told me I had a stroke, a tumor and blod clots. I believe in God and I've survived 25 years of these evil men, and I believe it's been longer. They are so evil they think can kill me with lies and merely thinking about it. God is real and if you don't believe it believe it by me. All that noise outside my window and over my head is meant to disturb my peace and drive me mad. I will carry on, it won't touch my spirit, becaue it's all coming from a bunch of drug addicted, delusional, sub-human people...Amen

Morning Run...

My neighbor in Acute at Huron Valley >

Rosetta "They need to let her go" Bush

Well…Well…Well, I see they read my blog. I went out to get orange juice this morning. I went out this morning, because I drank orange juice in the morning and not to avoid the crackheads OCSD send out to harass me, but guess who showed up? Now, what are they trying to tell me? Thet aren’t crack heads? Well, I don’t know them. Furthermore, not one of them said a word or did nothing to me! So, were they telling me they are a crack head, and they come out before 10 in the morning? Either way it’s stupid. I hear that the cops that participate in illegal activities are sub-standard. Mainly, because no one shares anything with them, because they are no good cops. They know how to be no good and that’s it.

Some of them thought they would get fired, retire or go on a leave or something, snitch out their old coworkers and get on the winning team. No, you stay out until you need to tell something, and then you sit before the other rats and be a rat. That’s why your team is so weak. You’re too quick to let rats in. eager to cause confusion and make fast money like criminals do. The real cops know you peck at each other’s flesh and only the strongest survive. I know the good cops, well some of them. They admire my man and respect me. I don’t have to walk around swinging fake hair like my man runs the world, because I know it’s his job to protect it. To bring peace, not chaos, love not to hate. To let stores practice free commerce and not shut down an entire chain of drug stores in a month. Racketeering is the job of gangsters, not the Police.

Someone once told me, “They can’t get them all.” They can get enough that the killing stops, and the children in Pontiac can go back to getting a half-way decent education like I got, back before crack took the lives of the adults responsible for taking care of thing, so they don’t spend the money on drugs, before anything can get done that needs to be done. Better yet, so we can hire people who can do a good job, instead of being able to do an okay job despite doing drugs. Now, I know this includes Blacks and Whites. One thing I know now is White people do not eat their young. If someone in their fold loses control, they cut them out. Black folk won’t shame them, less they shame themselves and ruin their “game”. Whites believe children are the future, for real. Black folk send their children to the slaughter. If I hadn’t seen it all my life growing up in Pontiac, I would not have said it. I seen it in my own family. My father was indicted in 1982 and was on the front page of the Oakland Press, my brother got the front page in 1998. They both were dealing drugs. Me, God gave me the most overzealous narcotics cop on this side of Michigan when I was eight. I have never intentionally done a narcotic in my life. Do you see why I love him so much? God, I’m talking about Jehovah.

2018

Mom...Dad...Mike B. Don't Care, He Can't Save Mike B.

I have several issues that I have on my mind. At the top of my list is members of the Oakland County Sheriff Department knocking at my door, yesterday, May 28, 2026. I went out on a quick shopping trip. I like to go out early, due to crackheads having the tendency to get out late in the day. If I’m getting out, it’s before 10. Those OCSD like to use their crack heads from the jail to “call themselves” harassing me. Like I said I don’t really go out anymore. I ordered my groceries via Walmart. Since I discovered that they put stuff in my food at the local fast-food joints, I don’t eat there either. I came back, ate, and took a nap. I woke up and checked my phone and my neighbor had phoned, so I called her back. She informed me that the police had been knocking at my door, but hadn’t been knocking at hers, but mine and my male neighbor who lived upstairs. Since I’ve been sitting here, I’ve found out Sal, the guy upstairs is getting a welfare check. Come to find out he was up there butt naked.

OCSD has some young boys that are nice. I’m not going to be mean to them. It’s the old ones that are getting on my nerves and who the Feds are trying to make go broke. There are 70 trying to stay working in the Sheriff’s Department. I think they are going to cut that out. I think unless you have some skill. 50 is ideal. For a male or female in the jail or on the street 40 is perfect for a deputy. After that those inmates are hard to handle, even if all you do all day is sit and “chop it up all shift”. They made a place for themselves to thrive. A utopia of White folk to thrive and Mike Bouchard gets on T.V. And tells Waterford, Lake Orion, Orion Township, Oxford, Southfield, Farmington Hills, Bloomfield Hills, Township, Novi, Lake Angelus. Keego Harbor, Orchard Lake, Hazel Park. Royal Oak. Berkley, Hazel Park and others that when Michael Bouchard gets on television and tells tall tales about Pontiac that the women being sold in Oakland County Jail are Black and poor. All those women are of every race, creed and color. Those men in OCJ have a particular taste in women and the spectrum is filled by the women of Oakland County and passed around Wayne and Washtenaw Counties. Don’t think Detroit is not involved, just not as deep.

Sheriffs in Oakland County’s children go to private schools, drive vehicles at a great expense, with homes in the North with lakes, jet skis and boats. One Deputy “threw up” pictures of his two daughters and held a conversation about how he pays their tuition, car payment and insurance. We all know college students stay in their parents’ pockets. You are working for your children to live good, for them to get drunk, make a mistake, end up in OCJ and a deputy’s son or daughter get all the perks you have worked so hard for your child to have. All they’ve done all day is ride back in a chair and usher your child to the clinic to be sold to some pervert that picked their picture from the internet. You think you taught them better, but those “brides” know every which way to come. My sisters and I was raised by a pimp that taught us. Either you will pimp or be pimped. Not lay up with a woman, eat HOT FOOD and have sex in the Trustee Pod, after having sex with a deputy and his friends to be "special", because you told them they were special all their lives. Now they’re special sucking strange men’s penises in OCJ. Ms. Lydia a so-called Deaconess, likes to watch young women have sex in the doorway.

Then Ole Mike gets on television and drags Pontiac, and you read my blog, see my Black face and think it’s only happening to people who look like me, from poor and crime infested Pontiac. So, you don’t call Karen McDonald and ask her what’s going on and if what I say is true. You don’t go to the Feds and tell them what your daughter said. I know somebody did, because somebody let them railroad me into prison, and make me like it. I’ve seen you daughters pretending to like it and when the deputies turn their heads give me a sad face and a thank you, which let’s me beg God to let me make it through another day. I don’t want to tell their secrets, but I want you, the parents to know, I hear, “They need to learn a lesson”, too much. That’s not the lesson your child needs to learn! Bouchard doesn’t care about your child and comes to jail occasionally. Those deputies do whatever they want to them. They wouldn't let me take a shower!If you have the money, go get it, if you can borrow it. borrow it! Make them get a job to pay you back. Let them pay you back. Not until they act like they don’t care do you let them fester. There is a female deputy that stands in the doorway and watch two females have sex and claims to be a deaconess. Bouchard is running for office. Protect your children. PLEASE… I am a huge Karen McDonald fan. No one has come to my house on trumped charges to arrest me, since she's been in office and if they do, I'm sure it will be for a good cause. Patrica. my old ex best friend was beat by a law enforcement agent that's how this all started. That was 25 years ago. They fired him just last year...

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