I Got Plenty of Gay Friends

Thick versus Jackson

Thick is fine. Jackson is alright. Those women in jail want any man they can get, but they are evil. They created a lie about Thick. Said he had sex with an infamous prostitute and left the condom inside her. Thick never got an arrest warrant or charged with a crime. It was just an urban legend. Thick has dark hair and the bluest eyes. A White woman and a group of inmates said Jackson was having sex in the caustic closet. The same closet the size six bulldaggers did the strip searches. Besides they are selling sex on the regular. What makes him any different than the ones sticking their penises in foodslots? He was arrested and charged with criminal sexual assault. Oakland County is racist. There is no reason Jackson should have done a day in prison. Just because what a bunch of inmates said? He's Black and dont have sex with inmates and Thick is White and don't have sex with inmates. This just "stuck up", but who does Jackson think he is that uppity Nigger will pay. I told you about Amy and Sarah, they killed Black men and got away with it. Amy did "Open Murder" and got to prostitute her way out of LIFE in prison. How could an instititution be so blatanly racist and bias towards their employees. Not to mention the old Dep that got caught on the downstroke one night by an inmate. He was given some time off, but came back. The woman that caught him was declared insane and went to the Forensic Center. Just like they did me, when I discovered they were running prostitutes out the clinic. Jackson camee in Home Depot when he got oit, glad to see I was hanging in there. I'm a lot of people HOPE. I'm just holding on to God's unchanging hand and pray i can be of service. AMEN

My Sister Amy...HAPPY BIRTHDAY

This post is a day late. My sister died two years ago. I never knew how sad she was until a month ago. Her eldesr son and his pedophile father came in my house and attempted to wreak havoc in my life. Replacing my water that the negroids had tainted. They discovered my man had planned to have it tested. Then he went forward to taint other things in my house. He sat with me saying he would be working with my man. He don't know my man doesn't do that job. He believed that I'm stupid and all alone and don't have anything or anyone. He treated me like a stranger. He didn't know I knew the things I did. He thought he was coming over to beat me up. To put a few blows in my sack. If not to knock me into oblivion, but to put a stagger in my walk. All he did was make my soul cry. One more love of my life gone. A crushing blow to my heart. My sister may have had questions, but that man who had destroyed her self-esteem had ruined her childs mind. He had done it long before that day he invaded the sanctity of my home and spoiled our love. His father told him that they would drag me back in their favor, my heart breaks for them, because they have lost a good friend, forever. I have lost good friends, too. The pedophile moved an entire half a house for me, by himself. Didn't ask for a dime. My nephew was always my friend someone I could talk to. Blessed me out, when I got close to knowing the sexual exploits of the people of their family. Put me out on the street. I cussed him out, but he never forgave me and his father only helped me to get me to trust him enough to get close to me to ruin my relationship. Monsters. People who have been sexually abused are crafty. They have been brought up to keep secrets and manipulate everybody, so they don't know their parents crimes. This man is 40 still under his father's thumb. His father still believing he's smarter than the law and drags his child into. A child that he didn't tell me that he don't even like. A man that direspects law enforcement so much that he thought they would leave me destitute. I wanted, never needed and he came back thinking I neened potato chips and gas from a man who grooms and rapes childen. I missed a very important appointment, because he was trying to come back in my life with a smile. The devil greatest trick was to convince the word he didn't exist. For 41 years I believed that his moves he made on me were isolated incidents. He was going through the family and victimizing his son's and my nieces and nephews. My sisters death released me from the sexual diviance and burdens. A lot makes sense now. I will miss that lille boy that would eat and fall asleep at the table who loved his Ma so much. Who always wanted to be a man. His father put him up to the mess as a sacrifice. Thinking I couldn't tell who the real Monster is. I kept telling him I'm not 15-years old anymore, but that goes back to thinking he's smarter than everyone. I know he wasn't smarter than my sister, but she loved him. She saw what he was and loved him despite of it all. Women have a tendency to be blind where there "man" is concerned. My man, however, is not a pedophile. So, I leave them to their vices and the negroids, who got my gas shut-off thinkin I would run to him for help. Since they disrupted my peace, no one has been in my home, to steal it again. I thought of my sister yesterday. How she loved birthdays and every special occassion. Then came the food with the special day and how she just couldn't get it under control. Knowing what I know now, it was simply impossible. Past hurts and present pains simply made it impossible. I loved my sister and refused to do anything to add to her pain. I hope wherever she is she is better and that she'll never have to face the things that contributed to the unhappiness. I hope wherever she is she is happy. Happy Birthday, Amy...

I Need Panties

I had six an entire boxes of notes I had taken while in jail. I took them all and threw them in the trash at the old Ridgemont apartments on Perry. We had a small apartment my Mama and me. Those boxes sat at the bottom of the steps stopping the door from closing all the way. I just got tired of it and the ones at the foot of my bed. I thought what ever I need to tell people, God would give me utterance, and he did. My book is 327 pages long. I had so much I had to tell people about Oakland County Jail, I would stay up writing. Steve didn't sleep when I was up. He didnt sleep until I slept "the people" made sure he had 24/7 access to me. I just sat around, unless I was fortunate enough to get a job. Then they put cameras in there, too! I did a lot of writing, because that's how we communicated. I would write all evening or day if the PPD was slow. I would wonder if he was reading what I was putting on my lap top. I was an app on his phone, and he could read my writing as it appeared on the screen. One day I was reading the paper the reporter wrote that he found Wittebort on his phone reading something on his phone. I got geeked and grinned from ear to ear, "That's me! he reading the messages from me!" He could have been checking the weather for all I knew, but I just love him so much I wanted him to be into me.

When I was in jail, they had access to what I wrote at my desk. I didn't know at first. One day, Clause came in the "Bubble" and put his hand on Bowerman's shoulder and asked, "What did she say?" Sitting in my food slot pretending to watch television. I wanted to know what was going on. They couldn't be perfect all the time. Plus, I liked watching them watch me and they were obsessed. They act like I'm a stalker to this day, but at least 10 of them followed me like I was on Facebook. They knew everything that was going on. Deputies who weren't even working that pod, would come to see if there was any action or if I had writtem him anything explosive . When the Sergeant hung the fake "Lockdowns" up, they use to come and read what they said. It was like I was a depraved animal living in a cage or something. Only I wasn't and my survival depended on them having a whorehouse that would survive me. Everyday, it was something or some one new. I kept steady with my commitment to God. I don't speak of him often, I want to curse. I pray all the time that I will stop. I do, but just take off sometimes. I'm thinking its my thorn, and his grace is sufficient.

So, about these panties, they were important to me. Usually, if you weren't in a pod with double cells where you have a bunkie and don't wear underwear, you wash your draws in the shower. One woman got so mad at how much weight she lost in jail, she left her panties in the shower for the Trustees to dispose of. She was just done with not having enough to eat.I would buy smaller panties as I lost, which is why I have a great distaste for Ms. Lydia and Cristina, they are not two of my favorite people. Ms. Lydia picked and chose who she gave new panties to. Me not cooperating with "the game" has never gotten a pair of underwear from Lydia in the 24 year span of me going in and out of jail, and them trying to put me in prison, and the times I went to prison, She never gave me a single pair. When women have periods we should have undergarments to protect our clothing and bedding. We only get tampons which supports the no panties protocol. I didnt like not wearing panties, but I couldn't wear them wet. I had to wash them and hang them up, every other day. Cristina is on my list, because she failed to bring the two pair I bought one day. The soap isn't bleach and they get dingy. You got to get new ones.

Now, a Thick story is Naomi. We called her that, because she was tall with long legs and had dark skin.She came in on a mistaken identity, her cousin had used her name. She also had a couple of warrants. Thick came in that morning and she asked for a fresh pair of uniform pants. She had started her period during the night and had bled through her uniform pants. He told her no and she should have worn her underwear and it wouldn't have been so bad. She countered that no panties would stop blood, and he said it would have helped. That's when the argument started. She got mad and threw the pants at him. He did not take kindly to her action, even if they hit the cell door, he wasn't going for that. He marched her up to "Discipline" in nothing but her uniform top. She had her hair in Shirley Temple curls with a part in the middle. She looked too cute for jail. Thick put her in the cell with no food slot. That room is cold, and every time we ate, they have to open the entire door. She told us all the story. We got her toilet paper, and Jeri went and started something with him because she wanted to be part of the action. He dragged her back to her cell. She went upstairs to take her the toilet paper. She can't do that, we told her not to get caught. She lived downstairs. Naomi ended up in cell six, and it was all meant to put her in MAX. Six is one cell from Bam-Bam. She was a prostitute. She chose the right one to get there. Thick don't play...

Chief Judge Nanci Grant: All in the Game

Let me tell you, as Chief Judge, Nanci Grant was never above being a pimping judge. One day while in a holding cell, Jackie Curry and a couple of inmates were giving me a hard time. When I went to court, I always had a hard time. The women usually would pick a fight with me. I wouldn’t even be doing anything to anyone. Some little skinny White girl sitting between a Black woman’s legs playing in her hair. She would suddenly turn on me with fiery words of negativity. Being who I am, I would let her have it with everything I had. Then all the little White girls started in. It was like three of them. They all acted like the were so big and bad, with another two or three Black women who they thought would “Have their back”. I wasn’t scared of not one of them and would have fought all of them. I was about to pull the one who had stood up on the concrete bench, off her thorn and beat the brakes off her. They all got extremely loud like they had read my mind. One girl started beating on the door. Amanda Hernandez is a prostitute. Mr. Murray must not die in vain.

The Dep came to the door furious. “What’s going on in here?” He demanded. He looked around and one of the girls exploded, “It’s her!” She pointed at me.

I pointed to myself, “Bitch! I didn’t say shit to none of y’all! You started with me!”

“It’s her she always starting stuff.”

“All the girls rang out, “It’s her!”

I was the third time it had happened, and I was used to it. It was Ms. Lydia. It was never the girls from my pod; it was always from general population. Where she reigned as the mother of the teenagers, and low-level criminals. Shoplifters and uttering and publishing and credit card fraud. The women over there were cursed with a lack of things to do. They usually turned on one another or helped the Deps create havoc in the pod. Miss Lydia had given them word for them to make enough noise for the Deputy to come and when he got there blame it all on me. She knew that they would have to move me. They always did. Before I left, however, Jackie let me know her judge was the Chief Judge, Nanci Grant. Jackie spent her days in Bam-Bam. That’s the place in the jail where the lights are on 24/7. It’s so-called “suicide watch”, in reality, it’s a sex dungeon. Deputies come down in the Annex and stick their penises in the food slots and get hand jobs and blow jobs. In the medium pod they have sex with one another. Sometimes Ms. Lydia would watch. The Deaconess.

They say that she stands across the fence and talks about how pitiful we are, popping her lips and shaking her head. She has a great big bubble butt that the Sergeant likes a lot. When they put me in that cell by myself and blew that cold air on me all morning, I was miserable. Just like I am now having to take cold showers, because they scammed me into changing my gas carrier. I got a bill for $659. But they sent bills for $50. Ms. Lydia’s games to get me to prostitute is no match to the men who are hounding me now. They are relentless. Cold showers are no joke.

Starving in Jail

I remember when Trump was voted in as President the Black people wanted us to do. Dick Gregory said in a hostile tone, “Nothing, it’s none of our business!” I didn’t know what that mean old man meant by that. It has been 10 years ant I know now There is a lot that people take for granted and one of them is status, money and the idea that things will continue the way they will. That corruption is what’s going to hold up the bad things in the world, because it will not. I heard some horrific things from both sides of the aisle this evening. First, kids aren’t reading at a fourth-grade level. Not just Black kids but most kids. This means, Welfare and Jail. People have complained their children aren’t getting that education; now what?

I know what you can do. Fire some of those older deputies, making all that money and bring some younger ones in. Since you’ve acquired Pontiac more intelligent African Americans who don’t want to steal and be involved with corruption. I know I have lived in the jail and they don’t feed you. They keep all the real food for their prostitutes. In prison on every Saturday, you get sausage and pancakes and oatmeal and syrup. Aramark serves the same meal at the jail, but we didn’t get it on Saturday. When my niece was there a few years ago, they got chips and sandwiches for two meals a day. They are stealing everything else. She didn’t speak to me and didn’t come to my mother’s funeral. She’s one of them. They love to get her there to prostitute for them. It makes them feel good about not getting me. Food insecurity is something they use to get you in their grips. I went to McClaren and didn’t eat for 24 hours.

Everybody is selling themselves these days. Hospital, party stores, McDonalds, the guys at the donut shop. EVERYWHERE the Oakland County Sherrif’s Department has this entire municipality posing as a whorehouse with our sons and daughter posing as whores. I’m telling whoever is listening and I think they are listening, and that milage was close. I spelled it wrong and they spelled it wrong on WWJ. There is only one “l”, Mike has to do these two years. He won’t make it, unless he’s a good faker!

It's None of Our Business

Good Girlfriend

Well, Mike chosen to take the eyes of the people off Pontiac and put it on a 14-year-old, who is having sex with a 20-year-old man. I don’t know about y’all, but my friends were having sex at 14 years old with 20-year-old men. I wasn’t having sex at 14 years old, but I had sex, with a boy my age, I started having sex at 17, with a boy my age. This isn’t news what Bouchard is using to keep the eyes of Oakland County off his inmates sleeping on the streets. See, you gotta feed inmates and if they aren’t working to make you money, there is no return on investment, no benefit for your expense. I’m sure the FBI has infiltrated their jail. It’s getting hard to run their operation unnoticed. Plus, the have so many “wanna-be- Lesley’s” It’s hard to keep them all in line. I know my nemesis has turned at CNS; she’d use any scheme to be on my level. She doesn’t know there is no such thing. I’ll use all the help I can get.

This girl went home and told her mother where she’d been, what she had done and with whom she had done it with. Seems to me she’s not new to this. She came home when she was done, if you ask me. When I was 14 and I had left my home for an extended period, it would still be a secret. Having sex with a grown man is not for your mother to ever know. Having sex with a 13-year-old isn’t something your mother should know. She’s dead, my mother and Jesus were the only way she would ever know. Now, months later they are looking for other victims. That man is her man and she’s his one and only. She just wanted to spend a few nights with him like real women do, that’s all. Bouchard knows how it goes. He is acting “new”. He’s been in the game long enough to know that girl was the catalyst and not the victim.

So Mike, let’s get down to it. You’ve got a 36% raise from Pontiac. That’s a lot of money. What about our misplaced homeless people that won’t make you any money? Are you going to take our money and leave it on the library steps. Everybody has money for new offices and suites, but none for the homeless? I’m going to let Tu Pac say that story. Bouchard’s distractions aren’t going to stop me from asking touchy questions. What about the women and children and the veterans? The men who have fallen on hard times. I fell victim to homelessness and I’m an MBA. Let’s get on the right track, you too, Dave.

Pontiac...Coruption...Homelesness... The Real Story

There is a problem with the City’s Building and Safety, Court System and Landlords. Many of the landlords pay the people to get out of these programs the tenants are in. I know that I was on an Escrow Program that left me homeless for almost a year. When I found an apartment, it was riddled with bed bugs. Afraid of being homeless again, I’m still here dealing with bed bug infestations every few months. My landlord was a type of freak that came in my house while I was at work and rummaged through my underwear. Spread them out on the floor and threw money in the seats. I went to the city and spoke to Clarence Cohen of the Building and Safety Commisision. He talked me into the Escrow Program to get my money back every month. It really was just a “Money Grab”, because my landlord kicked me out, when Cohen promised me, he couldn’t. Chief Judge Cynthia Walker said I had to let him in, if he wanted to come in. First, he never gave me notice, and I had attempted to get a Personal Protection Order (PPO) against him for coming in my house while I was away. I wasn’t letting him into my house; alone!

On that she evicted me, and I appealed. That was November 17, 2024. The apartment had no heat. Judge Bowman stayed Judge Watkins’ judgement. I had already moved out, because the Winter was already getting horrible. He told the judge he was going to fix the heat and never fix the heat. Locked me out and stole all my stuff. I tried to file an appeal with the 6th Circuit Court. Just like the 50th District Cout. I was living in a hotel and as soon as they discovered I was homeless they started to pressure me to prostitute. Prostitution is big in Auburn Hills. Now, that the Pistons are gone and the Palace is torn down they have all those hotels, and they use them as whorehouses. I don’t give into those kinds of dealings. I moved around until I ran out of money, then I started sleeping in my car. My brother-in-law took me in, but he started walking around the house with no shirt on. I had to get out of there. He found me this place, and I’ve been living with bed bugs, mice and roaches ever since. They are all gone, but the bed bugs. They come back every three months or so.

It’s all due to the Oakland County Sheriff's Department stalking me, because I refuse to prostitute for them. I see a lot of women on Baldwin from the jail; homeless. I see men, too. That one man is like me, He’s clean and is just in a bad spot, due to his circumstances. OCSD won’t let me get a job. I have a Masters’s of Business Administration (MBA), and I can’t get a job nowhere. I might as well be homeless; I can’t make any money beyond my disability to pay my rent. They are trying to make me a prostitute by default. Make it my last resort. Those women and men suffer from a system meant to tear them down and not build them up. I’ve lived it! Law Enforcement, the court system and public corruption is the reason for homelessness in Pontiac… -Lesley

I Call Them as I See Them

I started this thing a long time ago. I was 20 years old living in a hopeless place. I was laid up in my house struggling with myself. Everybody had figured out they would smoke crack and lead a menial life, with a menial job and have simple relationships, but I always knew I would do more, but I knew I would always be more complicated and Saturday night. I want to tell you that these men and women steal to live comfortably, my family has been the victims of their stick-up methods. Where Blacks are made to be the victims of their methods. It happened to me once at Gantos and I said, “Never, again!” Anytime a man can live on acres and have a $35K pick-up truck, selling appliances at Sears there is some dirty money coming from some place. I tell you what they do. They take stuff from the stores to Northern Michigan and sell it at trade shows and flea markets. That’s where Kid Rock sings about. That girl’s daddy probably worked at Montgomery Wards or Sears.

The people trying to run me down yesterday are amongst those people who steal to live in these rural cities and find jobs in the city. The Aramark girl 50 pounds heavier was in our city offices yesterday. She got a job of having a baby and giving away all of Aramark food in the jail. She hid her badge from me; I guess she forgot I know. She went on maternity leave for Aramark and came back an Oakland County Sheriff Deputy. She had two things going for her, Christina, she had given birth to an all-White baby, and she had stolen food for the Trustees and prostitutes in jail. She spent her mornings sorting through Aramark’s cupcakes and Lay’s chips, getting all the food ready for the day. Nobody paid for anything, and that’s why a $1 Sauve lotion in jail costs $8 by now. You can’t find them in the Dollar Store no more, because that’s where they steal them from. The soap and the shampoo, too. All the toiletries come from there, where people, poor people used to buy their body goods. That stuff if you can find it is $1, like I said is much, much more in jail.

Their children’s clothes are a lick, too. I go into Meijer and see them giving stuff away. I can’t be in line, because what I see. The food for their houses and everything. I hate to call names, but it’s true and I’m sick of it. I said I love Steve. I never said I loved everybody. That means every Black person in this game in Oakland County, because they steal, too. All the drugs and addiction have moved out this way, too. I’ve been watching council meetings in Lake Orion and Oxford, and people are complaining their school systems are not the same. They say their children need extra help. Things the Pontiac Schools said in the 80’s and 90’s. Get real, the drugs have moved into their neighborhoods now. One judge living in the suburbs was outraged, she said her friend was raising her daughters’ two kids, because her daughter was strung out on meth. I adjusted myself in my seat and laughed. “Black grandmothers have been doing that since heroin in the 1960s!” I made a comment on a page for one of those cities and a man asked me shouldn’t I be commenting on Pontiac’s page. I told him to wait until I showed up at a meeting.

You see, they believe I have my mind right now. I’m down with the White people, I believe that “White is right!” I never said I loved nobody, but Steve!” We work hard! He is not a pimp and risks his life for every dime. I know I’ve worked for years at a time watching the corruption. They don’t want to be called any derogatory term, because they believe that their corruption takes them to the top, until the FBI shows up and their trying to run people off the road. They did all that yesterday thinking I wasn’t going to call ‘em as I see ‘em. Wait until I talk about the homosexuality and child molestation.

THE GAY BRIGRADE AND THE GIVEAWAYS

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

This is sickening to me. The men and women of the group that has been coming after me have banned together to steal money. It used to be that they were individual groups with their own agendas. I remember the same teacher at Oakland Community College (OCC) who told me about the Revolutionary War being a farce, answered my question about the races. There was a time when there were individual races. The Dutch, the Irish, the Italians, the Scottish and so forth. We saw it in movies like The Godfather, Italians, Angela’s Ashes, Irish, Avalon, Jewish… They all had their lives and mix-matched journeys until the Black people got rights and the rights they never wanted us to have and they became one group; White. Even Bill Cosby made it true on an episode of the “Cosby Show”.

Today, they are closing that gap and making Black not so bad anymore. Drugs are flowing into all our lives and all our cities and towns. Men like Michal Bouchard create situations where Whites are superior to Blacks in false police reports. Just like the Jewish Temple, there was no young boys rescued from a fire. A lie he and his Sheriffs made up to give a summer feel-good story to put some sunshine in the day. People need something to believe in and around here it’s that you’re better than someone else. Most Whites want to be better than Black people. Bouchard knows that he gets a cheer when he comes on with bad news about a Black person POS (piece of shit) Whites call them on Facebook. I love to go on and let them know that OCSD is selling White women, too and Kelli Bryant isn’t the only one leaving their kids home alone. All people do things, but in Oakland County they magnify the Black people problems so White people can be on social media calling them names and can feel superior to them.

Last week, I went out to the Elam Brothers Picnic, it was held in the usual place on Sandford, by the Eastside Elam Brothers, run by Mel. Now you all know that I’m into it with the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department. They are at this point charging our city to use our men and women and sell them to feed their kids. The other cities in our area like Waterford, Oxford and Orion had no idea their children were being sold, too, until they were told by Chris Barnett. Now, Mike Bouchard has fake children being rescued out of his windows. These fake lifesaving efforts are astonishing to me, because once these kids get older and make a mistake, end up in Oakland County (OCJ) jail and their mugshot is on file, they’ll be up for sale. That’s the third reason I don’t go outside. All of it is the Deputies. They think they run everything. The truth is their time is up. Most of them are broke and trying to keep their money up. Feds break you, before they indict you. They are giving in to each other. The Black ones don’t even care that Sarah and Amy killed two Black men and got off practically “Scott-Free”. They are trying to keep their money up, because when the money is gone, their little young crackhead is gone, too. She only is there for the money and the crack. I’m out there slim with my hair slick back, reminds them of two things, he money they could have made off me, and what my man has that they will never get. Them telling themselves he’s an asshole and you’ll never have me. He doesn’t have to buy me!

Don’t be confused by what I’m saying, they are on each other’s side trying to get that money. Ony Bouchard still must keep the White folk in Oxford thinking they are better than us, or else he’ll lose his job. They have got to keep me low where they can lie on me, and it is a secret they are selling their kids, too. It’s a deep juggle, but when you need to get high it’s a game worth playing. So, leave me alone. I’m so much more than what you think. Don’t ever think I forgot what none of you all said and did to me while I was fighting these MONSTERS! You were scared and left me alone to fight, and I have all the scars. But will give Walter “I want all the money” Moore to challenge my dedication to my city. While you all have our daughters making a sex tape for pedophiles for a summer camp. Sickening, just plain old sickening.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

I’m not going outside.

Until the Coast is Clear.

You’ll know when that is.

You don’t dictate the rules.

You should know that by now

t It used to be a time when Blacks and Whites like the different nationalities in America, but money is running low and like it says in the Bible they now have one purse. They get their money however they can. `

Dear Walter Moore

Walter Moore is back. He thinks that everybody who watched him run the city in the ground is dead. All the old men and women are dead. I went to Wilberforce in 1988. Where I voted absentee in my first lection for Jesse Jackson. Blinded by the light of a Black man. He was attractive, but I can remember him sitting at council meetings stoned out of his mind. His eyes were so glossy they looked like mirrors. Elick Shorter, one of his key rivals, always gave him a piece of his mind and clicked the mic off like he was trying to break it with his thumb.

It could be a rumor, but it was said that the land where The Mall sat was ours, but he sold it to L. Brooks Patterson. They said he sold the North side to Auburn Hills to build The Palace. Finally, he did it all because he was the biggest crack head in the city. Crack was on the rise in the 90’s. He obviously thinks we’ve forgotten how he pillaged our city. I mean robbed us blind and used the money to get high. Oh, I forgot the housing developer that gave him the brand-new house, for allowing him to build a bunch of trash houses in the city. Whoever talks to him, ask him does he still lives there. He actually left the city while mayor and lived in it. I think that was the last straw. People got tired of his mess. I tell you what, if he’s sniffing around Pontiac, he’s broke. It’s been 30 years since he stole all that GM money and he’s looking to his old days in Pontiac and rubbing his hands together like Scrooge McDuck. He’s looking at getting in.

We must guard our money. “Faith with out works is what???”” You talking to me??? I don’t smoke crack! If you want to know a true saying, “When you dance with the devil, the devil doesn’t change, the devil changes you!” Y’all so quick to want me out there. Because the Feds love me so much. Well, not all of them. But guess who truly loves me? Me, and sometimes Steve. Sometimes it is worth all your trying to find me all the time. That’s the truth. If he becomes a crackhead, I won’t want him, either. “Faith without works is dead” Stealing all the money from the kids is rotten and low-down. You really don’t know me, I took the Girl Scout Cookie lady down. Adrian Burns. Ask Merry Dorkins about it. She was there when she got that Block grant money. I took her down for Webster, Mark Twain and Alcott.

I saw you at Sears staring at me. You want me to come outside and play so you can flip me. That “faith” comment was a dare. Let me tell you Mr. Moore, I’ve fought murderers. Women like Tamara Marshal who when truth is told was on my side fighting for me and the women whose side we were on. She was in prison for being in the room when seven young men were killed.You right in what you know, the Feds love me. I’m a good girl. I let them pick the players, so I am always victorious. I never dance with the devil. I make the devil leave me alone.

Cause the Mayor was getting High

Chris Jackson: The Reason for the Season

There is this handsome young man on Facebook that is running the city. He looks to be a child of mixed origin, like a child of Steve and me, so I watch him every day, I’m proud of him. He and his brother ran. He ran by Cyril Hall’s Office and gave a shot out. My blood boiled in my bones. Cyril Hall propositioned me for sex, along with my old slimy landlord two years ago. My nephew used to pay him with crack in the 80’s and 90’s. He ain’t Sh… like I said. These young boys don’t know who he really is and lump him together with the real men of Pontiac, like Elbert Hatchett and William Waternan. They haven’t run by Seminole Hills near judge Brown’s house or Huron near Kenny Burche’s office. So, they just don’t know. Youth allows for ignorance. Cyril Hall had me living on the street in my car! I refused to have sex with him and my landlord. You need to know that I don’t do anything for money or housing. Gay men run this city and those two young are very good looking. They want to get next to them around here. I’m not leaving my house for you. Not until my man tells me to. Those negroids, move people to poisoning my food! Get with it.

Mike McGuieness sat in Council meetings and did nothing for me to do, the coward. The city has this escrow program that I suggest no one gets into. The Negroids use people like Chris Jackson who is a liar. Who lied on me and said I was stalking him by putting my blog on his Facebook page. It’s funny how I’ve been stalking so many people when the original was my man from the start. That’s why I know these people have nothing to do with the real FBI, because they would know that one fact about the situation, now they are begging me not to tell people how the constituency of Pontiac. Chris Jackson is almost 40-year-old, and those negroids are going around telling people I like children. Come to find out they are the ones having sex with their children and their friends’ children. It’s a bunch of them! Boys on Boys, Men on Men and Women on Women on Women and Girls on Girls. They think Chris Jackson is going to help them? I am never scared of a liar. Never afraid that a lie will beat the truth. Every crack head in this city knows that I’m not afraid to call a “spade a spade”. Even Garland Gilcrist knew that was a “Punk Bitch” move. I went to a meeting at the Pontiac Library for Rosemary Bayer. He was there and I opted to leave. Gilchrist looked at me and said with his eyes, “You better not leave”!

I just shrugged and left the building, because Chris Jackson would have been the third man to bear false witness against me and have me in cuffs and the second man I would have to sue. He and Val Gross sat kitty corners to one another in a council meeting, and I thought he was on our side. At that last Council Meeting, what he did. Baby! You have nothing for me; you’re a liar and try to teach me a lesson? He is trying to work for both sides of the coin. You want me to attend those meetings, because I have pull, I have power? Now why would I go to a meeting or even where someone has lied to me at the dias the kind of man who will stand before a judge and lie on a woman that never did one thing to him but support him and write essays about his youth and maturity. He was asked to do a favor and he did! In part that makes me not go outside. He is at every function the city gives and he’s a liar. He said he feared his daughter’s life from me! My sister has four children. I practically raised two of them, and her daughters two. They are my great niece and nephew. I have three sisters, that are my dad’s. All together that’s 13. I have no complaints. No charges or arrest. I’m not going nowhere near those council meetings while he’s there, unless he apologizes and then we can move on.

Until then, don’t send me any special invites. Don’t throw out any innuendos thinking I’m going to show up! You better not have told those two young men I’m negative. That’s defamation. Knowing what I’ve been through. Don’t go lying on me, when I could destroy you with the truth. I will and won’t be kind to you. You don’t read my blog, because you don’t want to give me any props. But people read it, “trust and believe!”

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD: but they that deal truly are his delight. PROVERBS 12:22

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MIKE, CHRIS, CORNBREAD & ME II

This is a Black man in law enforcement who has been caught doing illegal things in his city. I don't even know what city. It has no revelance in my story, because it's not in Oakland County. Yet, it helps prove a point. Corruption has gone on in Oakland County longer than this man is old. A man's wife has worked there fixing the personel files over 50 years, while he stole from Sears that they have shut it down. It's a consortium, and Blacks have been left out of it and picked out for extinction. Men like Mike Bouchard get on television and convince people it's Black men running the drugs in our cities. It's White men, in reality and White cops like Bouchard if the real truth is told! Oakland County is one big RACKTEER, they even killed seven children 50 years ago and got away with it. Their "own" kids. I can't get over how much the prime suspect looks like Michael Bouchard. RHS

I hate because of Steve, people believe I chase after men. Chris Barnett wore a onsie with his little appendage hangin down. He was inviting people to a carnival in Orion. I thought, I can run an entire township. When I first met Mike he held my hand to long, and I thought, "I can run a County?" I heard about Cleopatra and know for a fact it's true. They know because they looked through my past at all my men and knew for a fact I never had a married man. There is the tell about Steve and that White woman. THAT'S NOT HIS WIFE! For some reason Chris Barnett doesn't have a wife. He put up a pic with no ring, but it doesn't matter, he does have a lady. I respect her and digress. He was trying to help Mike, however, Mike is beyond help. Putting up pics of shady Black men won't save him. They lock up Black men all the time. What's going to be the thriller is when you and your "boyz" go down, MIKE!

MIKE, CHRIS, CORNBREAD & ME I

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I believe that I’ve been tested. I’m in no way shape or form interested in men for status or money. My man is fine. I want the federal agent that thought it would be nice for me to contact Chris Barnett, because I’m into hefty White men know that you obviously don’t like him, because you knew I would reach out and be just this nasty and snarky. I believe in God and that is the only way I got through these pimps and negroids that have tried to ruin my life. There is no other way to make it through such privileged men that believe you are so low that turning you into a prostitute would be so easy. To lock children in a burning building and pretend to save them is ludicrous. I’m not for sale. If you looked at my picture and thought, I looked good enough to get off Mike’s back. You should have looked in the mirror and saw you weren’t good-looking enough. You should have read my blog; Mike can’t save himself. His guys have turned on him; they are broke. They think, however; they will be let in with open arms and let into the fold with open arms. I think they were sadly mistaken. Not after 25-years of corruption. Don't think all your names aren't to the Feds by now!

Just because I like on White man, don’t mean I like them all. You can’t trick me! I keep telling y’all my Daddy was a pimp that taught his daughters the game. I just took the route he should have taken and turned to Jesus. That’s why you will never get your paws on me. He told me who loves me, and I believe Him and nobody else. David, stop looking defeated. Woodward ain’t dragging you into the dirt. I still got my letter from you. Mike, Chris and Carlson, I never got a letter from the IRS about you.

Can you tell who is guilty? Well, I know it's Bouchard. I spent four (4) years in his jail fighting off his pimps and about half an hour telling Chris Barnett about it. MIKE

ENVY: Nobody Tells me Who to Love

I decided I want to finish my education. I don’t know if I’m going to school where I so desperately want to get a degree. Oakland University is well where I wanted to get my undergraduate degree in Business Administration. I started, but Glenn McItosh was asked by the men moving hard to ruin Steve’s life by me. Steve is White, well Italian. These jealous men, got somebody at one of those fake DNA businesses to say he’s Russian or something, had people quoting that mess to me on the street. My man is Italian, and if he ain’t we are claiming it. He been Italian since we were in high school and he read “Hard to Kill” verbatim in class and I made him so mad his eyes did that thing that they do, water and look like glass. I can do that better than anyone. You know, make his eye do the watery thing? Steven Segal, my baby’s favorite. I got a Steven Segal T-shirt I love to wear. A black Italy sweatshirt, a grey T-shirt, a gold one and a black one. This is how I know they got somebody to lie about his DNA. They have got people to do everything. Like McIntosh kicking me out of OU. Paul McDougal wanted to go there so bad, he used to go there and meet women and tell Patricia he was going to study for the police exam. Like those simple-minded deputies that pimped the women. They cheated on the test and that’s how they got their job. You think it was a coincidence that a bunch of like-minded people got the same job? God forbid!

So, him sending me off to prison and my coming home the same wasn’t bad enough, I’m knocking down degrees, too. Attending the University he wants to attend. I was doing entirely too much for him to have destroyed my life; supposedly. My man who they say I keep harassing 25-years later is off in another city. They showed the dope man where he lives, and they think he’s worried about me? I don’t leave the house because of them. The pedophile acted like my friend, and came in my house and stole my “Italia ball” cap. My old landlord stole my black T-shirt. They have something about us being an interracial couple. They want to say he’s a racist cop. Some one in jail thinking the are getting out, because he said a racial slur. He hasn’t a racist bone in his body. He’s mean, though if you make him mad. I got the prize for that. I love it too! I love that face. I love him and nobody is going to make me feel bad. He’s made that face since he was a little boy, and I saw it for the first time a long time ago. He wasn’t a racist at Webster, and he’s not one now. He’s still mean, though, so don’t make him mad!

I eat at home. The people at restaurants put stuff in my food that makes my stomach hurt. They even got Walmart not returning my merchandise they either got them not to send me damaged. They got dirty cops all over. They would advertise stuff that is supposed to miraculously grow my hair, Tee’s Hair, and it would make my hair fall out, and I keep the stuff. The Africans pull my hair out by the root. You better believe my man is Italian. I’m not throwing none of my paraphernalia away. They even have the people at Shein and Temu send me stuff two sizes too small. So, this Glenn McIntosh thing is just what they do. Everybody at OU speaks so highly of him. This man had had the police come to my class and walk me through the school in the middle of the day. While all the students were in the union. Then march me to the psyche building for an exam. He had to die. They never wanted him to come back. Like a character on a Shonda Rhimes show. I know if he did that to me, he was doing all kinds of stuff to people in that school and hiding behind his blackness. Well, I am Black and he was a rotten low-down dog. He had some pretty powerful friends who could hold OU up, ruin them and get a lot of money in the process. Like these little gay boys. Who think they will steal and get away claiming everybody is homophobic and out to get them, because they are gay. I’m just trying to get my “Italy” gear in the right size.

He expelled the male shrine prostitutes from the land and got rid of all the idols his ancestors had made.

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