OCSD: The Indictment is Comimg

Before HOT FOOD but swiftly moving to BIGGER

Michael Bouchard is not in charge; therefore, all these lies and fake tears are not his doing anything for his cause. I’ve never known a man so sorry in my life. Running around with dogs and making sad faces to appear sympathetic. No one is being killed in Pontiac is getting killed. Ethan Crumbley has gotten tired of being in jai and has told on Tate and is now getting what we criminals’ call “action” in the courts. A person like Crumbley can only get “action” if he has something very good to say, like that he and his mother were involved in prostitution while in jail. At 18 years old he can’t take it. He has taken to snitching on Tate. He went to court with Ethan every time he was there. He’s short, glasses, comb over and standing right next to Ethan Crumbley. He’s libeled to blurt out anything in court. Those deputies don’t like him. He killed four kids. They were doing all kinds of stuff to him when Tate wasn’t there, which was most of the time. When I was there, Tate spent his time in the Clinic with the prostitute’s making money.

They try and give the people of Oakland County the impression that it’s Black people who are the reason for all the troubles here. The idea that Ethan exist lets you know that’s not true, and that big party they had for the Jews and the Latter Dat Saints ley you know that the people are being targeted by people other than Black people! In fact, the Black issues are lies, as are the Jewish people issue, but they have made a kinship between the Jews. I know the Chaldean women have taken up space in Oakland County Jail (OCJ). Jewish men don’t look like my family did back in the day, flat nosed and beady eyes. They just look like regular White people. But I’m sure there is a sinister motive behind the sudden comradery between the two groups with their children’s lives being threatened by Muslims. Chaldeans are Catholics and notorious drug dealers. My mother worked for them for years. When my father used to drop her off, he would stay for hours talking to the wife’s husband. There was nothing my father loved to talk about than dope; at least not for hours anyway.

With this indictment on the way, with Ethan Crumbley and Kelli Bryant both tucked away snitching and black folk having nothing to do with OCSD. They fired the ones they had left from Pontiac Police Department. They knew Ethan was snitching before he got to the room. That’s why all those Pontiac stories could take shape before it was told he “Had action”. Just like the Irish, Italians and Germans became “White” the Jews and Chaldeans have united to save their cartel to ensure the prostitution of the past 60 years can molt into something that can make them money. It would have been ideal for them to hook up with the Blacks and Mexicans; they are better at it and don’t get addicted to not being able to function and rehab that doesn’t work. They can deal with it the color thing and that we are too close to savages when we are fighting and angry. They would like to think they are more civilized. Then I think about how my people got here, and the Natives are coming back here. I’m thinking the robots just might win.

Oak Street : Death?

Earlier this year I was flooded with calls from Oak Srteet Health. This young man called me three to four times a week. He wanted me to come into Oak Street Health and get checked out. He was entirely too pushy ans I was pertubed by his pushy ways and never went in. Recently, I got hooked up with Aetna and they hooked me up with Oak Street and I got an appointment. The man on the other end of the phone told me not to worry. I could get a new primary care doctor if this one didn't work out.I was like, why wouldn't it work out. I know why now. I went in early Monday morning. There was about six people in the course of my visit, and they were older elderly people. They were all either in wheelchairs or those scooter wheel chair thing you sit in when your not using it to push yourself around. The woman kept asking me if I wanted some water or coffee. I kept saying no, because I knew I was getting my blood sugar and blood pressure taken. The man taking my blood pressure lied and said my blood sugar was high. My blood pressure is supposedly high too. The man who climbs through the walls stole my blood pressure medication. Now what would he do that for? I have no symptoms of eithr high blood pressure or high blood sugar. But I take my blood pressure pills when I have them. He stole both my old ones and the new ones. I used to sweat and pee. I noticed it only happened when I took the medicine and when I stopped it stopped and I haven't been peeing or sweating since, and it's been almost two years. He also said I'm 197 pounds. Cam Newton 222 and he;s all muscle. I wear a size 14. My waist is a 14. The rest of my body is a 10. People dont recognize me. When he left the office he shut the machine off and fixed it so I couldn't take my own weight. I got on the scale to check for myself. Both scales and blood pressure machines can be callobrated to read more or less than your actual reading. I was a medic in the US Army. I just hate I left those elderly men and women there. There is something in that coffee and water keeping them sick. Medicine can keep you sick until you finally die. I'm sure the people at Oak Street with draw out the process to get money out of visits and medication, before their bodies give out from the wear and tear of their "care". Oakland County has a firm hand on all the corruption in Pontiac. I'm sure they were behind that young mans phone calls that other young man's phony vitals, the water and coffee being spiked and those people in those wheel cairs. I didn't stay for the list of unneccessary medications. I went home.

Whispers in the Night II

I have discovered what's been going on in my apartment. The man next door has been coming in my apartment by removing a piece of wall on his side of the wall and climbin in by the space between the wall and my drop ceiling. He brought a friend with him a few times. When someone does know. He has actually become angry that I don't want him in my apartment. He believes that he should have free-reign of my place where I live and pay rent.I was thinking that he was shy and to himself, but he's been using my house his own personal grocery store. They stood in my hallway arguing one night. He stopped bringing that guy, because he was annoying and tt loud. I just imagine, He's the one who phispered my name in the wall. He thinks that it's all fun and games, but now he knows I know. I'm afraid that he will show himself as a real threat to me. I guess someone told him to frighten me or play tricks, because he took things and put them back. He stole my TV antenna, but he hasn't brought that back. He stole food. He took two sticks of butter last month. He's very thin and has gotten a buff boyfriend, Like it couldn't possibly be his skinng boyfriend living with him climbing between the walls. His boyfriend is black and buff. H couldn;t possibky be crwling through that space and gluing my cup shut.

He thinks he is so slick. I always knew he was coming in my apartment. He was stealing things and I knew what I have. My cups, spoons and forks. You can get four at Walmart for a dollar fifty. He likes to turn his head when he's walking by. I want to shout out, "I know what you look like." They got him off the srteets. He still goes to the library and hangs out. That's where I saw him the last time. He tried to turn his head so I didn't see him. I wanted to yell, "I watched you down the street. I waw tour face!" I'm thinking he's one of America's Most Wanted. He's over there right now being as quiet, but knowing every place I am in my apartment. When he stole my Black Girl Vitamins it kinda threw me off. I've never seen or heard a woman over there. He's just messing with me, but then he also stole my beta-blockers. I take those every day, twice a day. I need those for anxiety. I gues them breaking my phone and keeping me from my funds would drive me to a psychotic break. I've written some of my best work in these days. The OCSD isn't very smart. Garza is probably pretty made right now anout reposting his blog.

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

YOU THINK I DON'T WANT TO HAVE FUN? I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK TO JAIL...

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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.