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It has been a rough couple of months for me. I have tried to keep all my senses intact, but it’s been hard. I asked my nurse practitioner for some pill for depression; it’s been so hard. My life is not what I expected since I’ve decided not to be a prostitute and live my life as a decent human being and love myself as God intended me to. This world is more evil than good. You must stay prayed up to get by. Men will seek your life to destroy it, because they have fallen into the traps of life and are now living a miserable existence like they are. I remember while in Oakland County Jail (OCJ), there was a trustee who disliked me. I overheard her telling her partner that she didn’t understand why they were leaving me alone. She didn’t want to have sex with women, either, but was forced into it by other prisoners. This young woman was barely in her twenties. I don’t see what she was doing in jail in the first place, but it is always best not to ask questions. She didn’t like me, anyway. I was living in the disciplinary pod, because I did “get along” well with others. Like I did in prison, I would fight. Fights usually start with an argument. When it got loud, they would rush in and move me. This young woman worked both sides of the pods, “Max” and “Disciplinary”. When I was in “Max” she was content. Once I got across 29, the door that separated “Max” from “Disciplinary”, she became perturbed. She wouldn’t serve my dinner. I had to stand at my door and watch her. If I was laying down, she would slip right pass and I would miss a meal. Missing meals in jail can be detrimental to your health. They don’t feed you enough to live on. I usually lose about 40 pounds in jail.
I’m in a similar situation living in these hotels in Auburn Hills. They believe that your body is theirs and they can force you into having sex for money. They play games with their more attractive guests, like deactivating your key every time they see you leave out. It may seem petty, but it can really get on your nerves. When you’ve been out running errands half the day and all you want to do is go to your room and sit under the air. You get to your door, and it flashes red instead of green, it’s a hard pill to swallow. I started checking my key, before I closed my door. The madam at the old hotel told me “That’s smart”. It didn’t matter, when I got back, my key was still deactivated. They have no shame and see people as belonging to them and not to themselves. My room was raided, just like my apartment was whenever I left. There is this thing they, OCSD, does with my toilet that I believed as just nasty water in the building. Except, it is happening in the new hotel I live in, too. The same black gunk in the toilet. In this hotel the toilets are brand new. They don’t have a handle to flush, but a button on top. Inside the tank is crowded with different kinds of apparatuses that this guck they put in got all over it. I noticed the top of the tank was ajar one day. I didn’t think anything of it, until the black stuff started leaving a ring around the toilet. I lifted the tank lid, and everything inside had this black stuff on it. This place is different and if the toilet wasn’t so new, I would never have known.
Since I was leaving anyway, I had a time with the living situation, especially when my eggs came up missing. The woman stealing my license was the last straw. I got so mad that I just started yelling. I was asked by the police to sit outside and wait for the patrol officer to get there, and a dear man came to help me. He was the police, but you couldn’t ell by the way he helped me move. I mean it was a miracle. I did not plan to move that day and had to pack and move on a whim. It was not only frustrating, but hard. I’m getting old I must admit and picking up all that stuff and stuffing it in bags were worse. Just like when my slumlord put my things out on the porch. My brother-in-law came to help me. He had just turned 70 in early April. He moved my things by himself and consolidated my new storage that was larger than my old storage. Like that officer God helped me, sending me what I needed. I am so grateful. My brother-in-law, Kenny, has fallen into hard times and needs some help. The other night, he was too tired to take his saws out of his truck and thought they would be safe for the night. He was wrong, and his two saws that he used to make extra money with were stolen. He was bummed and I was, too. After what he had done for me, I couldn’t help me. I’ve fallen into hard times, too. Please, when you read this click the link and give him what you can. It would be greatly appreciated, and it would help him. My sister, his wife, passed in 2023, and he cares for my nephew who just graduated high school. Than you in advance.
Okay, so the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD) had Cynthia Walker put me out. I was living in a heatless apartment, and I moved into an extended-stay hotel. I was there for five months. At the fourth month, they realized that I wasn’t going to prostitute willingly and left me a copy of Auburn Hills ordinance that said that I had to move after being in the hotel for 90-days. If I needed to dispute the issue, I needed to contact the City Manger a man named Thomas Tanghe. He is the interim-city manager. He uses that as an excuse not to follow the law. “Ignorance is no excuse.” The last hotel, Mainstay Suites, put me out without notice and the Auburn Hills Police came and put me out. They claimed the hotel is private property and they can put me out for any reason, it’s their right.
There is a law in Michigan that trumps a city ordinance, all city law must comply with state and federal laws. Michigan State Law states that anyone living in an extended-stay hotel for longer than 28-days is a tenant and no longer a transient guest. They have become a tenant, and that means they have all rights of a landlord-tenant relationship. The manager and their staff are not able to just call the police and remove you from the premises. They must evict you and they must have cause. The days of just putting people out of their homes and creating a homeless person are over.
I moved into another extended stay and the manager just told me that she does 80 days and you can come back in 30 days. I looked at her and she’s Asian and just silently shook my head. They are out here making their own laws. Doing whatever they want. I told her that that’s not the law, and her male minion told me when I mentioned Thomas Tanghe that their lawyers fight to keep it that way. She said that after 80 days, she calls the police. I told her, “The police know who I am.” I was so calm that she was overwhelmed. I don’t get mad and cuss people out. The people at the Mainstay were stealing my stuff. While I was outside talking to the police, they stole all the tops from my storage containers and my pots. Just to get next to me, but they’ll understand. At least I hope they will, but these people are stupid, and they think you’re stupid, too. I’m sad that they don’t respect me as a human but treat me like a prostitute and are stealing my stuff, already. It’s been a week and two days.
The manager has started harassing me. She put signs on my car telling me that my car isn’t registered and it would be towed, today. She put these notes on 8”x11” xerox paper on the back window and my front windshield. It read, something about “valued guest” or something like that. I didn’t feel valued, I felt embarrassed. Someone had stolen my tab from my car months ago. I didn’t know, but the police kept coming behind me and taking off without stopping me. When I was told that it was missing, I knew then why police cars were pulling behind me but not stopping me. I thought it was OCSD checking to see if I have insurance. You know they can do that now. They can tell if you have insurance and pull you over if you don’t and tow your car. If you’re willing to you can just give the patrolman a blow job and go on about your way. I’m going to sue the City of Auburn Hills. I have pointed out the state law and given it to Tanghe. He’s relying on the OCSD to keep him safe.
They never tell them that they are under federal investigation. Chances are I am not the only person these hotels are doing this to, in fact I know I’m not. Extended stays are just that. People have lived in them for years, but the theme in Auburn Hills has changed and prostitution is the game. These hotels aren’t being used for the purposes intended. When I saw the manager was Asian, I knew this was a whorehouse. She thinks I’m going to be a prostitute. Never in her wildest dreams. She keeps talking about the police. I’m going to sue them, too. They are supposed to uphold the law, not make up new ones to arrest you on. They sent Officer Jackson, their muscle to scare and intimidate me. He got in my face and told me if I didn’t keep packing, he was going to arrest me. He said he heard me yelling over the phone.
I was telling me the same stuff the other officer had said about it being private property. I was telling him that I’m a tenant and they must evict me and can’t throw me out at will. He got mad at the truth being told to his face and gave me another threat. He said that he was going to throw all my things out the window onto the driveway. He had “the dumpster”, but there was no dumpster outside my window. Just like the jail, they got muscles just like Thicke and Freedline out here in Auburn Hills. Officer Johnson is at least 6’4” and 250 pounds. I must admit I was afraid. I kept packing and let the truth go. You must be able to pick your battles and that one wasn’t one I was interested in fighting. OCSD got Auburn Hills turned out. For real…
“Food is meant for the stomach “God will destroy one and the other. The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but the Lord, and the Lord for the body”
I Corinthian’s 6:13
I’m late! I ran errands all day yesterday and missed the news at five and six. I was wondering why Michael Bouchard was on television today about finding guns at a graduation two days ago. Kelli Bryant is free. She has prostituted her way out of jail. I saw the look she gave Cynthia Walker at her last court date. She was mad at her. I wrote the Judicial Tenure Commission on Walker, because she made me homeless for not letting my sexually deviant slumlord in my apartment without notice. Anybody in Pontiac who knows Clyde Kemp, knows he’s a pervert. He had been coming into my apartment without permission and decided to call and ask and I’m put out of my home. Kelli Bryant is a sex worker and is free on bond, because Cynthia Walker gave her a break and lowered her bond. Now, I’m living with the same issues I was in jail in the hotels in Auburn Hills. I am not a prostitute, and the police are trying to force me to prostitute in the city. I was thrown out of a hotel, because the men, the transients living in the hotel wanted to buy me, but I wasn’t for sale. Even the City’s Manager wrote me an email and told me I had to leave the hotel and that even if he tells me to stay, they can kick me out whenever they want, because it’s private property. That’s not the law, but Auburn Hills is a lawless city. They make their own laws and use their police to enforce them. Mike doesn’t know what to do. He knows about what I’m going through right now and has created a fictious story about stopping a mass shooting in Pontiac. Two days after it happened! Really Mike, really? Look at this it don't even sound right, they don't look right, they lying...
I don’t know what more I can say about the corruption in Oakland County. Last Friday, I spent my first night in this extended-stay hotel. I was at the Mainstay for five months. I had a place to go to. When Clyde Kemp put my stuff out of my apartment and locked the doors, I was homeless. Oakland County Sheriff’s Department and the Auburn Hills Police thought they had me where they wanted me, and the women in the hotel started harassing me. They had been stealing little things out of my room, but then they started stealing big stuff, my wigs, my food, my beer and anything they wanted. They didn’t care about the police. The police were on there side. The police were helping me move. When we took the carts down to unload and get the last of my things, the housekeeper stole my blender. The cop told me before we left, “Don’t forget your blender when you come back up.” When I got back with the empty cart, my blender was gone! I told you all that Kelli Bryant is a sex worker and if a bail bondsman got her out, she is working for him or the OCSD. I’m not mad that I’m homeless and Kelli Bryant is free. She is probably on her knees right now, it’s Friday! Just like she’s been in Oakland County Jail (OCJ) this entire time. You can’t make this stuff up. Cynthia Walker all holier than though is a pimping judge, and is the facilitator of this “woman”, who left her children to live in filth and trash, they were living in feces, and their hair hadn’t been combed, they weren’t eating properly a dog doesn’t treat their puppies like that. Years she kept them like that. Not months, not weeks not even months, years.
They had to let her go; she would turn them into the Feds. She is going to do that anyway. Those women in prison will be tearing a hole in her about them kids. They let her out. Our society has gone to nothing. Alice killed a man and she’s free, this woman has left her kids in squalor and all Mike can do is lie about some Black kids. He has no power! All he got is a corvette and two dogs. I heard that the people at CNS, you know where Kelli Bryant Daddy used to work, say I’m obsessed with prostitution. They pimp the women from the jail who have mental challenges. All I have to say is I told you. I told you so…
Luke 18:16 KJV: But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.
It was October 2002, when I was arrested for stalking the then Detective Steve Wittebort. I was arrested and taken to the Oakland County Jail (OCJ). It was October, and New Arrest was packed. It was time for the deputies to make their money for Christmas. Now, they pimp women all the time, but they get heavy on it at certain times of the year that coincide with School starting, Summer and Christmas. That is when they do their “sweeps” and fill the jail with prostitutes. They don’t mind, because they are mostly homeless and get free meals and a bed to sleep in. One woman used to sleep on top of the Pheonix Center. I don’t know where she will sleep, now. There is always a group of women in New Arrest who are running things. The group this time I was there were talking in code that I didn’t understand at the time, but know all too well, today.
At the time, Southfield had a sub-station for the Oakland County Sheriff Department. I don’t know if the Southfield Police were stationed there or not, I have nor have I ever had dealings with the Southfield Police. I know the Chief, because I saw him at an event for Brenda Lawrence at her headquarters in Southfield. He knew who I was, because as I passed out my book to Michael Warren, Reverend Douglas Jones and of course, US Representative Brenda Lawrence. Who has resigned as representative and has left the life. I think she knows something the rest of them don’t know. She passed it along to who I call “Jimmy John”, and he passed it on to his wife, who hit me up on social media and told me how much she enjoyed it. She was in Jamaica and enjoying it on the beach. I’ve known her since she was a teenager at church. She’s a good person, raised by good parents, but enjoyed salacious stuff as good as any of us. Michael Warren, my brother from another mother, gave it to Dave Coulter, I’m sure of it, because he now stands 10 feet from Mike Bouchard at press conferences where the county is concerned. Douglas Jones, preacher, is in the middle of a child sex scandal. And who forced $20 in my hand in the parking lot for that event. I had gone to my SUV to get his copy, sign his copy. I was going to give him his book for free, but we fought right in that parking lot, and he won, I got paid for my work. Coulter is angry with Mike, because it’s true what is happening in the jail, the county will suffer. I went to prison just after the scandal that cost the State 40 million dollars. Women ho had never been sexually assaulted got paid for a made-up story. Do you know how many men and women come through that jail in a year? A LOT. They aren’t the most ethical or moral people of this world band there will be lies told by people who were just there for an hour. Coulter is really upset.
The Chief of Police in Southfield looked at me with the “cop stare” that warned me not to come near him with one of my books. I took his stare as he meant for it to do, be scared and I got scared and moved on. I knew he had come from Detroit and meant business. He worked and left under James Craig. Craig has come to be a polarizing figure in politics in Michigan. All the women coming up missing are somehow getting back to Southfield. I saw a video on Facebook with a woman who was looking for her niece and nephew at a strip club in Southfield, and it wasn’t in Detroit. I saw that one in Detroit, This was a club in Southfield. London Thomas’ body was just found in Southfield. We must understand that once the Chief left Detroit, it merged the dope, trafficking and thieves with one another. The enterprise strengthened and became more powerful, and cities corruption and illegal activities merged. These young women are products of a police racket going on between, Wayne, Oakland and Macomb Counties. That’s been going on, but now they are building a much larger clientele, and they need more women and men. I question the trouble at “Men Joe’s” my friend Linzer took me there once. Was that a brawl or an attempt to collect gays to be sold?
When you think of it, Lucido sexually harassed Mallory McMorrow in the Senate, his new Chief of Police is Eric Hawkins who has snuck back in town from Albany, NY. His mother worked at Sears for 40 years, that’s where I originally met the stealing crew. He used to be the Chief in Southfield. William Cataldo, his Homicide Prosecutor is the attorney that threw me under the bus and talked me into having a bench trial, convicting me of stalking. It’s a circle that just continues to grow. I will leave that here and pray for Reverend Jones, because if this is a “shaming ritual” he’s in trouble. Like Shannon Sharpe, he isn’t doing anything they aren’t doing anything they aren’t. Just like Garry Jackson who gave six years for doing what they do, every day. Steve Wittebort dodged a bullet by sending me away and lying on me. They got tired of him getting in the way of their drug money, as a narcotics cop, and told the drug dealers where he lived. He moved somewhere up north to avoid having to kill somebody. Well, that’s what I heard. I haven’t seen him since he got caught lying at my trial. They are trying to get me to leave, too!
Those women back in 2002 were saying in code that their friend was going to Southfield for three days to be sold, I know now. She was a big girl, and didn’t seem to be the type that men would want. I was talking to “Cat” one day, and said how I didn’t understand how those old crackheads were going to the clinic and pulling all-nighters. She told me, “It’s not what they look like, but what that mouth does!” All I could say is, “Oh…” It is getting so hot out there with all the young women vanishing, bodies never being found and showing up dead in white vehicles. I told y’all that white vehicles are their calling card. If they want you to go to prison, you will go! Wittebort knew that they would have no problem sending him to prison. He chose to send me, instead of going himself. I can’t say I blame him after, Jackson and now Pastor Jones. I don’t know what he’s done, but they’ve turned on him. I don’t know what London did to make them kill her, but I know they are trying to put that case on somebody, but the police who are probably responsible for it. Pray for my nephew who just moved to Detroit this month. They have already threatened his life. My sister’s last baby, God rest her soul. They kill people, and that’s why I barely leave my room.
I was thinking about the Escrow Program in Pontiac, that ain’t nothing but a “money grab”, and decided to do something about it. It was my goal, before getting railroaded into prison to get an MBA, and a JD. I was in an accelerated bachelor’s program at Baker College, and they also had an accelerated master’s program. I could get both in three years. I could get my JD in three years. I would be finished, if it was God’s will by 40. Instead, I spent those years in jail or prison. I didn’t stop me, however, and I have four degrees. I have two degrees from Oakland Community College, a bachelor’s from Walsh and a master’s from Strayer University. To help the people in Pontiac, mostly young women who are being exploited by the Pontiac inspectors and judicial system, I needed a law degree. I took the LSAT, and it was no small feat, plus Law School is expensive.
I decided that I would become a paralegal. It is inexpensive and Oakland Community College has a program online that is very good. I’m an “A” student, except at Walsh College, because I know their secret. To expose them could mean losing my degree and making my master’s invalid. So, I digress. My landlord stole my Walsh diploma from the apartment and gave it to Paul McDougal. He then took it to Walsh and asked if it was fake. I posted it on my Facebook page when they finally sent it to me in 2020. McDougal had gone to my Operation Management “professor” and thought he had surely stopped me from passing my final class at Walsh. She had failed me, even though I had not failed. Going to school online is tricky, and you can fail, even if you pass. It’s the same as voting from home on your computer. Data can be compromised, changed and distorted. While at Walsh, people were getting into the system and changing my papers. The administration had told me to start changing my papers to PDF form, before I uploaded them to my professor. A PDF is like a snapshot of your work. It can’t be changed once it’s in PDF. I do that now when filing papers.
When my teacher had shown me what he had received from me, my mouth fell open, and I took the paper with both hands. When I sent a signed paper to Oakland County Circuit Court, when it was signed in my computer, I remember that trashy paper that was sent to my “professor” and started making PDF’s, again. They, OCSD, are good at making fake documents. Not only changing my papers but creating fake diplomas and “Honor Roll” certificates for the sex workers they use, who keep their children locked alone in houses for five years. Yes, I’m talking about Kelli Bryant. This is a fake certificate she sent to her father that he posted on his Facebook page in the five years she was gone. As I said, I went to Strayer and graduated with a 3.89 G.P.A. I never got a certificate for getting all “A’s” or anything else. McDougal took my diploma up to Walsh and asked if it was real., “Because you only see in others what you see in yourself”. They give those women fake credentials, and because he thought he had stunted my progress, thought my diploma was fake, too. Nah, it’s real and I earned every bit of it. Seeing that my “A’s” were turned to “B’s” and my “B’s” into “C’s”, because I know their secrets, I would have graduated with Honors from there, too, but again, I digress. In fear that my education will be all for not. Bryant’s fake Honor Roll certificate:
Now, I’m on another educational journey. This time they are mad about my financial aid. The reason they don’t want me to go to school is the same reason they didn’t want me to be on that escrow program. I’d have money to live and believe it or not they are still trying to make me a prostitute. I don’t use drugs and therefore don’t need to steal or prostitute to live. I had $1,000 yesterday. Today I have $100, because I had bills to pay, and paid them all. My hotel bill and car insurance were paid first! Those financial aid checks will help me pay this hotel bill for real and get my school supplies that will help me tremendously. I need help! God is watching. They stay on me. They try to never let me get ahead. They won’t even let me take a Flex. Everything I do they try to sabotage, but they use people. People are horrible, because they look out for themselves when it all comes down to it. I found it funny that Kelli Bryant’s fake certificate came from Strayer, the school I got my master’s from. Those women see me as some kind of goal in life, I escaped. I didn’t give in. They try to make me fail constantly to make those young women think I’m not as great as they may think. I want them to watch me. I want them to see me win, and they will see that winning is possible and the don’t have to give fellatio to strange men in that nasty, stinky dirty clinic. Leave their children in filth and squalor to put money in the hands of men that use you and don’t care if you live or die. All the young women dying and disappearing in Detroit and Southfield should let you know that. Again, I digress…
"Hear, O my son, and receive my sayings; and the years of thy life shall be many. 11I have taught thee in the way of wisdom; I have led thee in right paths. 12When thou goest, thy steps shall not be straitened; and when thou runnest, thou shalt not stumble. 13Take fast hold of instruction; let her not go: keep her; for she is thy life. 14Enter not into the path of the wicked, and go not in the way of evil men. 15Avoid it, pass not by it, turn from it, and pass away. 16For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; and their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.
I’ve met a woman that is trying to get at the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD). It’s hard, because she’s scared. She knows they will resort to murder if it helps their cause, and their illegal activity is the cause they are protecting with murder. So many of the women who was their regulars for years are dead. I think this new generation is tired. They aren’t glass-eyed crack heads. Back in the day, you had crackheads who broke into their family’s homes and stole whatever of value they had. Microwaves, televisions, phones with caller ID, and guns. Every family had an aunt, uncle or cousin who couldn’t be in the house alone. Raymond stole our Banquet chicken out of our freezer. Today they are hip to get a job and stealing from them, instead of their family.
The man in the picture is Douglas Edgar. He killed himself after being charged with child molestation. When my friend told me about Doug, I was intrigue and went straight to the internet to find out what he had done, allegedly. It seems that Doug had gotten so depressed from getting caught he killed himself. I figured, because all his friends at OCSD had abandoned him. He thought he was better off dead, but I don’t believe that. I’ve had people that I know loved me, and cut me off or send me subliminal messages on Facebook. For most of the people in the world it would crush them. I have never cared. All my friends have ghosted me. Just like they did in 1991. I suspect Doug had a similar experience. They don’t change their protocol. Then they send someone into your path and think your going to be different. Like you’ve grown so lonely you have changed your mind about what you feel and what you believe in or what you’re thinking.
When my friends left in 1991, I just stayed in the house for three years. I wasn’t hard, it wasn’t fun, but something God put me through for a reason. What I’m going through right now is the reason. Being by myself isn’t hard for me. What is hard is not being heard by the people who should care about what I have to say; FBI, State Police, Politicians and such. They quickly get them in their corner with some story about them, putting some prostitutes on them or knowing a secret they don’t want anyone to know.
I believe they made Doug lonely and miserable to kill him and blame it on suicide. I mean, when your friends who you used to fish with, get drunk with, cookout with, and rape little boys and girls with leave to take a charge by yourself, you get depressed. Seeing this picture led me to believe he was a fun guy; and a little nuts. That's why it was left up for a while to be found. But Doug got caught, allegedly. He was told constantly. "You gotta understand…” Maybe Doug thought, because he was going through it alone, maybe he should turn on all his so-called friends. We all know when we get in a pinch, you want to get out of it any way you can. With all these long periods without anyone to talk to, you might want to snitch on the lot of them and do probation. What about one of those times that old friend came to see where his mind was, he wanted to snitch on all of them.
Again, I know an entire family of them. The Chief, his wife and three daughters. The baby girl rebelled and had to go to counseling. There goes that insane excuse. Everyone not down with the agenda is a problem, a troublemaker or crazy. Poor Doug was lonely and afraid. A perfect cocktail for a suicide. Like my diabetes diagnosis was a perfect excuse for a stroke or heart attack. Having sex with your father and his police friends at 12 and 13 years old, will drive you crazy. Remember, “Something About Amelia”? Ted Danson was a successful businessman who was having sex with his teenaged daughter. That was the early 80’s. They were talking about it in school, shortly after the Oakland County Child killer. One of the main suspects was a man who frequented the Oakland County Jail. I started reading it on Kindle. I don’t have any money to buy it. It’s only $13.99, but I don’t have that. They give you a three or four chapter “sneak peek”.
It took me one chapter to decide that he is a cop. When the mother of one of the little boys said they had gone over the “stranger danger” protocol just a week before he disappeared, I knew. Who else would he feel comfortable with than a policeman. Maybe he showed a badge or had one of those fancy caps. The regulars get privileges, and maybe it was a Leopold and Loeb situations. It seems that there were two different tastes in kids, some boys, some girls, some in their teens and some adolescents. The portion I started at an attorney, the father, of one of the murdered boys, talked about being lied to and tricked. I was convinced in the first few lines. He was still having functions for his son and those children. People were still coming. After I have gone through all I’ve been through, I know the lengths they will go through to keep their secrets. I have not found one thing about Doug on the internet. That picture was taken off Flicker. I joined Flicker, and couldn’t find that picture of Doug or any other pictures of him. The OCSD has wiped him off the internet and the world. They wipe my blog of searches, put my stalking cases first thing when people Google me. That's been 20 years ago. Doesn't Google post chronilogically? 2002 was not yesterday! Their FBI friends help them out a lot. Because Doug has disappeared.
I reached out to his daughter, and she called him Doug and not “my father”. I was sad for her. She has children, and a husband, and I felt uncomfortable bringing this all up and so did she. At a point she was like, “This is weird. Where’d you com from? And on Facebook.” I let it go, because I would have to ask if she had ever been molested, which could put her in danger. So, I let it go. I know the women I was jailed with were scared, and that’s why in my book I changed their names, but some of their experiences were so horrific they probably remember who they are.
One last thing, I was at a party with two tweens who came and sat in front of me and smiled. I asked them the usual questions. “How old are you?” “What grade are you in?” You know the usual. They sat looking at me, waiting. When enough time had passed, the younger of the two nudged the older one and they both got up and left without a word. I sat in silence thinking, “They were seeing if I wanted to have sex with one of them or both”, because they had been groomed and wondered if I was a pedophile. After I didn’t say or do the right thing, so they left. I’d never experienced that before. My heart broke inside.
“Pray for children’s protection. Children are a precious gift from God. As adults, we have the privilege and responsibility to care for them, pray for all children’s protection and safety, and help children around their live the full and abundant life God desires for them.”
Matthew 25
I woke up so discouraged this morning. I’ve been dealing with the Oakland County Circuit Court. It just makes you so miserable and feel that your situation is hopeless. My landlord has locked me out of my apartment and is holding my things hostage. It’s not a crime for him to do this. It’s “Civil Trespass”, which as it says it’s a civil infraction. I filed an appeal within the allotted time, but the 50th District Court gave him a writ of eviction, anyway. At the 11th hour I was able to stop him from setting everything I own out on the street. He or his lawyer never answers me. I text him and tell him that if he has taken anything or damaged anything in that apartment, he owes me three times what it is worth, plus what he owes me for this suite I’ve been living in for the last, almost four months. I think he got that message for sure. I wrote to the court this evening and told them I would give up. I’ve been filing papers for the last three weeks and I still haven’t been able to file the motion to get into the apartment with my stuff. The sheriff’s office refuses to let me get into that apartment with my stuff. One woman answering the phone, “Oakland County Sheriff Department." I called the efile department. "Oakland County Sheriff Departmemt? What? You can’t make this stuff up. What should have happened the day the eviction was stopped, a deputy should have come out and made him open the door and let me in with my things. Instead, Deputy Cotton told me to get a magistrate to give an order to let me into my apartment. The sheriff office is standing between me and my stuff, and I’m done. I spoke with Richard Lynch, a court administrator who seem to be a client of the pimps of OCJ, too!.
I didn’t know how quickly I would meet another of their “johns”. I didn’t know it would be a lawyer from one of the largest firms in Metro-Detroit, Ven Johnson’s Law. I thought when watching television, I’ll tell Ven, he represents the families of Oxford. That will show them. Well…Nothing with these crooks works. First, I got Collett. She Black and ignorant. She was short and disrespectful. Not letting me finish sentences and just being rude. When she couldn’t knock me off my square, she suggested that she have a lawyer call me. I relented, reluctantly, but I just hoped it would be better. In about ten minutes I got a call back. A man who was obvious ready to fight was so combative I couldn’t believe he was an educated professional. He started by asking me if I was a prostitute. It took a few more snide comments that caused me to cuss him out, loud and good, like when I was in jail. With everything I’d been going through with the courts, it felt good. I called him a mother fucker and everything. I was generous with my insults as he was. Like I said it felt good. I just wished it was that bitch clerk in Martha Anderson’s Chambers. She failed to let me know that I didn't have court on the 16th.
I got up early yesterday morning. I thought I had court. The clerk in Martha Anderson’s court took my motion off the docket and hadn’t sent me any correspondence that I didn’t have court. I was cool, because I hadn’t been out in a while. They want me to stop blogging about them, but I never will. The impudent lawyer that I cussed out at Ven Johnson told me that there is a statue of limitations on my case and my time to sue is over. That’s not what the Feds say. My case isn’t over, because they are still harassing me. The ordeal with the efile clerks proves the harassment isn’t over so my case isn’t over. Besides, I’m what is known as a whistle blower. I got enough air to blow for a few more years, at least. Even if it's not going to take that long. Who is going to argue with a Federal Prosecutor? I mean, whose going to argue and win with a Federal Prosecutor.? I tell you that Ven Johnson’s lawyer made a mistake in becoming a client of those pimps. They probably targeted him when Ven Johnson took the Oxford Families case. He has a lot to say, and I just wanted to tell him Jennifer Crumbley is a whore, and that’s no surprise she was having an affair on her husband and having sex in jail with strange deputies. About 90% of their business in the Clinic is people who work at Oakland County; male and female. The girls give them nicknames. This little Mexican who works as a deputy is called “Peev Wee”. He has a small penis. The others just switch name tags and spell their names differently.
Thes men are simple. They use sex for everything. That will be the thing that will get them caught up. These people have wives, mothers and friends they don’t want to know they buy sex in the jail’s clinic. I told my friend, they do whatever they want. She told me “they don’t care. I just chuckled and said, “Oh, they’ll care…” They’ve been doing this so long unchecked they are in denial. I’d fight until the end, too. What do they have to lose. They’ve already lost their freedom. They will tell you for eight hours a day they are in jail, too. That may be true, but at the ninth hour, they spend that hour at home…
"On account of a harlot a man is brought to a piece of bread; and the adulteress hunts for the precious life" Proverb 6:26
Yesterday, I watched the motion for James Crumbley. He’s the father of Ethan Crumbley who killed four promising teenagers at Oxford High School. Karen McDonald felt it necessary to prosecute both his parents for manslaughter. She felt they should have known that he was both suicidal and homicidal. One mental health professional called him a “feral child”. You know the word “feral" spoken about concerning cats in the neighborhood. They wander the streets looking for food and some permanent security. Of the cats in my neighborhood, you can tell the ones who have been part of a household, versus the ones that have been feral all their lives. The ones that have had a home want attention and once you feed them, they do what a pet cat will do. They will rub up against your legs, asking to be petted. For those ferals that have been on the streets a long time, it will not allow you to get close. If you’re feeding them and stand too close while they are eating, they will keep one eye on you and one eye on their meal. They do not trust people! If you want to know what kind of feral cat Ethan is, he at some point had a home. James Crumbley’s attorney, Alona Sharon, concluded that Ethan had a home at one time, so he was not feral. I say as he got older, he became feral. His parents started viewing him as a person that they couldn’t understand or looked at him as someonethey couldn't wrap their minds around. A stranger in their own home. When you look at their home and what a perfect mess it was, you know there was little nurturing in that house. A woman that has a loving home creates an atmosphere of love, she takes care of her home, how did Jennife take care of her home; she didn’t. Just like she took care of her son; she didn't, Now, if she needed a dish or plate, she would wash one or two, or if she needed a space on the counter, she would shift the things on the counter to another space. Shifting one mess to another place but never doing a thorough cleaning of her home. She just didn’t care. It was the same for her son. As he needed, she took measures to help. If there was no problem there was nothing, she did for the day-to-day responsibilities of raising her child. The father was worse, all he did was work. We know that a man wants to make money. Any man worth his weight, wants to always make money. If he provides for his family all the days of his life, his purpose in life is done. He really couldn’t take his son’s mood swings and cries, men just aren’t the emotional type, who wants to know what you feeling. They want to know what you need. A mother does and wants to know what will make you happy. The feelings are important to us, but for Jennifer Crumbly, it was on an as needed basis. When Ethan was feeling down and anxious in the days leading to the shooting, he convinced her a gun would make him feel better. He knew she could persuade his father to do things. With that, she told her husband to get him a gun. For her it was in hopes it would make him be “different”, let’s face it, Ethan is a weird kid. For his father, it was more of a transaction. I buy my kid a gun and it will stop whatever it is that makes him be so “different”. An exchange, one action and one result; you see?
So, when we ask who was wrong, we would have to say they both were, but for different reasons, and action. I think they needed more psychotherapy than Ethan did. They needed some parenting classes, too. Karen McDonald in all their 83 years of lawyering could see everything I see. These people were suffering, due to problems in their lives that they had to be reconciled. It’s hard raising a child, when you have not put yourself first. Self-preservation and self-help are two entirely different things. Not being able to see what your child is capable of is one thing but not showing him the way, is an all together different situation. Even if his father never cared about how he was feeling, he knew what he capable of, because he went straight home and looked for that gun when he heard there was a shooting at the school. There is no way he should have let that boy be there if you knew he was capable of a mass shooting; none! The mother in all her emotional treachery was using the school as a babysitter. Most parents do that when their children are very young, in elementary school,and they can’t take care of themselves. When I was 12 years old, I took care of my 2-year-old niece. I made her food, played with her and put her down for her nap. My sister. Who was just in high school herself, trusted me with those duties. If you don’t want your son at home alone, because he could kill himself, how about the hundreds of teens in his path. That’s unforgivable to me, but I care deeply for others. Jennifer Crumbley only cares for herself. She doesn’t care about her son, after what he did. She doesn’t care for her husband; she was having an affair. An affair doesn’t mean you don’t love your husband. It means you don’t love him right. Another reason she needed help. Nobody has ever shown her how to love and she uses manipulation and fierceness to get what she wants. I need to know more about her childhood.He's smittened with her. Coming into court mouthing "I love you" and she ignored the gesture. She had already started prostituting then and was separating her self from him. Watch the glances she and the judge make, Judge Matthews wants to help her, and knows what she is doing, but thos kids and their families. Her hands are tied.
When she got to Oakland County Jail and discovered that she was able to have sex and get favor from the deputies who run a prostitution business out the clinic, she saw her chance to go free. For Jennifer it was a way to get out of the mess her son had gotten her into. In her mind, if she could talk to him, she could turn this whole thing around. Now, Tate, the deputy that usually works in the clinic, walks in with Ethan on his right side, when he enters court is a pimp. He was there to let Ethan feel his precense, to make sure he didn't say anything about what was going on. He was very important, always pointing to the obvious. He was always trying to put someone in my cell, when he needed to make more money. He was the one talking to Jennifer about what to say when she went to talk to Ethan. What to say to the people at the Forensic Center that will make her not look guilty. They get people off murder cases at OCJ. Amy Burdette killed a “john” in a hotel on Telegraph. Sarah Gaynor in a drug and alcohol stupor ran into the back of a car driven by a young man down 94. Both women guilty of murder one “Open Murder” and the other “Negligent Homicide”, but both did less than six years in mental institutions and never went to prison. Sarah was deemed in record time, because the man she killed family was screaming “bloody murder”. Even now when I tagged his brother in my blog about her, people came on calling her bitches and murderers, say “She killed my brother. Sarah was a party girl that did drugs, had sex and gave fellacio as something she just did. Amy was a prostitute who worked in Detroit. She had done what most deem against the rules in Wayne County. She crossed eight-mile road and ended up in Oakland County. A true crime, because they don’t play fair. Amy spent her days butt naked in her cell. She would vanish for days, and they would roll up her bam-bam blanket like she was in her cell sleep. I was at the Forensic Center with Amy twice. She is a smart woman, Sarah, not so much. I don’t know if Jennifer tried to get a deal like that for Ethan, but Tate in all his racist and pimping mentality probably never even gave her that choice. He led her down the path where Ethan would go to prison, forever, and she would abandon her husband in the end. She would make him the scapegoat for all of it. He had killed four exceptional students out of jealousy. The young men whom he resented, because he wanted to be him and the two young women, he knew would never date him. Covetousness, and Hanibal Lecter said it best, we don’t seek out things to covet. We covet what we see every day. To them he was invisible, and he wanted so badly to be seen by them, to be their friend and belong in the same circles they did. He is mentally ill, no matter what his mother told him to say to the psychiatrist. Tate and the other deputies felt that he should go to prison; forever. His mother went down there and did what Tate, and them told her to say. It would make the people of Oxford happy to know “The Monster” was going away forever. They even fed Ethan. He gained a considerably amount of weight, too.
Now, Sarah and Amy had killed Black men. For a bunch of racist, they had done them a favor. They decide who is worthy and who is not, and how much time they get. And how they do it. The Forensic Center is a beautiful place to live, and if you’re going to do time, it’s better than doing time in prison. You wear your own clothes, have classes and have visits where your family brings you food. Once, I sat and talked to her about what she had done and what she was doing. I said she should talk to someone about her folly, and she said that she would think about it. An hour later, she stood in front of me talking to another patient and said, “I’m not doing anything stupid. I won’t get my visit my Bubba is bring my favorite dish.” That was all for that. I can remember the time we were looking for a movie to watch and Sarah went into the drawer and pulled out “Men in Black”. I gave a look of disgust that scared Sarah so bad, she lied from that day on, telling the staff that I was going to beat her up. Matt, the FSA that night came to her smiling and took the movie from her seeing my facial expression. “No”, he said. “We better not watch this one.” I want you to know that when Sarah hit that man from behind, that Black man, his car had exploded, and he burned up in his vehicle. Men in Black could have been making a reference to his race, or the fact he had burned up in the crash. Either way, Sarah became my least favorite person that day. No one really liked her, not even Amy. She despised Sarah’s privileged upbringing. Although they were both White, Amy’s background was different from Sarah’s, and she had struggled most of her life. Sarah did not, and Amy found her ungrateful for what she had. It was like Ethan Crumbley.
Ethan went to school everyday with other White kids and didn’t have their privilege. His home life was horrific in his eyes, and they probably were safe at home. When his mother came down to talk to him, he felt like she finally saw him. Killing those kids finally had gotten her attention. She finally was caring about him and who he was, instead of going through the motions. You better know as children we know when we are just options. He was lonely in that cell. When he got the chance to speak to her, he had been elated. He had not thought it through, about how he would feel and how people would feel about him. I tell my mother at 55 years old that she knows me better than anyone else. She can make my day or make it the worse day of my life. It took me 50 years to come to that conclusion. Ethan was only 15 years old. He took his mother’s words as love for him and would do whatever she wanted. That includes pleading the Fifth to make her seem less of a monster than the one she and his father created; him. They must have a new trial where Ethan is allowed to testify. In his testimony lies the truth about who his parents are and who they were in his life. Not what Tate and those pimps at OCJ feel about who and what he is. I told you for all that follow me, there were always deputies that looked out for me. The ones that believe that prostitution is bad and wrong. They have told the “Powers that be” what Tate was doing, letting Jennifer Crumbley go down there and speak to her son at crucial times in this case. Telling him what to say and do and disrupting the process. That alone is cause for a mistrial and James and Jennifer Crumbley new trials. But Ethan must be able to be there and testify to make it fair. Jennifer gained significant amount of weight, and that could be nerves or the lack of illegal substances, or the hot food their whores get in jail. She is a star to them. Who wouldn’t want to get fellacio from the “Oxford School Shooter” mother? I'm still on the fence if Ethan was having sex. He got LIFE. That's not a lighter sentence, but he is trying to take his plea back. That going through could be a reason to prostitute. Tate, can have it all figured out. They own lots of judgesthat includes Cheryl Matthews. She took Colleen O'Brien's place. When Synder advanced her to a higher court. That means they have one nup there. She made a lot of money for them. She has no problem going back to jail. James was forced like me to be locked up 23/7. Only let out for an hour a day. He wasn’t with their games, wasn’t homosexual, didn’t want to be pimped out for a lighter sentence or hot food and chips, He didn’t even want to come back to jail for the motion on Friday. That means they treated him badly, while they were pimping his wife out for sex.
I don’t know if they asked him or if they just got the vibe, but they didn’t treat him right. In his sentencing hearing, he said there is more to the story that hasn’t been told and needs to be told. That would probably be the deputies who were interfering in the case and Ethan’s actions during the trial and his time in that holding cell. The idea that his mother resented him for doing it all to her and ruining her life, justified in her mind telling her son to go to prison FOREVER. “They eat their own”. I remember growing up, my father told us that cats will eat their kittens if they smell a human scent on them when they are first born. So, it is ironic that that professional called him a feral child. The cat my father spoke of was feral from our neighborhood. She had run passed my brother one day to our basement to deliver her kittens. One night we went down to pet them, and he cautioned us of her feral nature to kill her babies, because their scent was not hers. I think Jennifer Crumbley feels that Ethan is not hers, not after what he’s done to her, himself and the families in Oxford. That helped her ease her conscience about telling him to plead guilty and get LIFE without the possibility of parole. Then she told him to plead the fifth so he couldn’t tell the truth about her. James Crumbley has peace in prison. The way I was treated, having been to prison and jail, I would rather be there than the heathenish deputies at the Oaklan County Jail. We, the public, must hear from him. It is the only way. It must be from a new trial for both his parents and done separately. I pray for all three of them. We are not always responsible for what our children do. All parents make mistakes, but not all parents’ children shoot up a school and take four bright stars from the sky and leave so many broken hearted. Not many parents buy their son a gun to make them better or act better. Karen McDonald knows this, and I believe another jury would also see the same. I don’t think they will be acquitted. Having a new trial will do two things, expose the influence the deputies of OCJ have on the judicial process in Oakland County, and secondly, we will know how and why Ethan went on that spree for real. Those two things will be ideal. Ethan will stay where he is. That was the one thing his callous and manipulative “mother” got right. Ethan deserves LIFE. He has never done anything in life to deserve any less.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.”
Isaiah 49:15
James Crumbley's sentencing. Watch the way Jennifer Crumbly wait in anticipation that he will expose her. It is written all over her face.
I met Douglas Jones in 1996. That was the year I discovered God for real in my life. Before, I would just pray when I was in trouble or when I needed something. I spent time with God at this point in life. I got up and prayed every morning and read my Bible faithfully and “ate up the word”, as they would say. I was hungry for God and wanted to know everything about him and I would go to church every Sunday to be filled. I sang in the choir, attended Sunday School and the first Sunday was amazing and I praised myself for spending an entire day with Jesus. In fact, Sister Carr would sing this song that was appropriate and true, it went “All day long, I’ve been with Jesus. All day long I’ve been with Him…” I was so happy then. I was 26 years old, and the women discovered that I was willing to do anything for the Father. I helped Mrs. Arnette when the church held a repass in our basement, and Mrs. Graham when she fed the New Bethel homeless shelter on the third Thursday of the month. God rest their souls. So, it was the only natural that when our district, The Crystal Lake District had their teachings that I would be there every night it happened. The first time Pastor Jones taught me, he preached about Delilah and how she was such a persuasive lover to Sampson that he told her the secret of his strength; his hair. He taught that we should be like Delilah with our own husbands, and we will keep our men home. I thought of my mother and thought, “That ain’t going to keep him home.” Plus, “What is he going to do for me?” He kind of answered me, but for every woman it’s different.
I listened and thanked him at the end but wasn’t impressed with his ultra-male pseudo masculinity. His little talk for me was the working of a master manipulator. This thing about him being a pedophile escapes me, completely. I have never seen him be over-active with children male or female. He wasn’t my Pastor, however, and I only saw him on occasion. I rarely miss much, but if he really was a child-sex predator, maybe he intentionally didn’t act overly active with the children. Maybe, that was his cover, just act natural. Now, if I would give him homosexual. He has some of the most high- profile gays and lesbians in the city as a part of his congregation. That Frat Day at Welcome puts them all on display on Facebook. Yes, they take pictures. If you didn’t know Black Sororitiesand Fraternities are full of drug use and homosexuality. My first college experience was at an HBCU, and it was rough for me, because I don’t use drugs or have sex with women. They put me out! Back then I had a mouth that was lethal, and I rarely thought before speaking and said the first thing that came to mind. I said it no matter how harsh, embarrassing or hurtful what I had to say was. I’m much better now. Sometimes… I was courted to be a Sweetheart and a Q-tie or whatever. Dated a Kappa, a Q-Dogg and a Beep, spelled BEP. It’s just who I am. Men like me, and I like them. When I was eight, I fell in love with a little boy that grew up to join the largest fraternity in the world and when you’re a GDI it’d tough to deal with the rules of the “the brotherhood”. It’s especially true when the rules apply to you, but not all. Ole Dougie has been wrapped in the rules in Pontiac and will now pay the price. They love pedophiles and CPS belongs to them.
He came here in 1989. That was six years before I met him. We weren’t real cool, but he knew who he was. When I worked for Girl Scouts, I had the idea for the churches in Pontiac to adopt a troop. I went Pastor Jones first and then the late great Solomon Smith, who was also in the Crystal Lake District. They were both open to the idea and I was pleased, and both men were gentlemen and although Pastor Jones flirted a little, he never stepped out of line. I was overstepping my bounds with my boss, however, because she had other plans for me. She was going to sell cookies and steal several thousand dollars and blame it on me. That meant I wouldn’t be around to see my program see its fullness. The next time I sat with him was 2010, when he facilitated a meeting with the community with Michael Bouchard. That was back when Oakland County Sheriff’s Department (OCSD) wanted to take over Pontiac Police Department and was trying to convince the people it as a great idea. When really it would just helps to expand the racket in Oakland County. Remember, after they took over our police, L. Brooks Patterson wanted to make Pontiac a township and he would then be over it. Now, Dave Coulter is bringing 700 of his workers to our town and wants us to clean up our downtown. I want to know how many of that 700 will be Black folk. If the number doesn’t match the percentage of Blacks in Oakland County, they will need to get a subscription to Uber Eats to eat as far as I’m concerned. They can always shop online, and with Amazon you get your order the next day. They don’t hire Black folk, and I told Michael Bouchard that at that meeting in 2010, and they still cheat on the test, hire their friends and people in the White Mafia. Douglas Jones is otherwise preoccupied and can’t use his influence to sell us “down the river”. I'm waiting for their protection.
When I was in jail and found out they were running a prostitution ring in the clinic. I wrote Pastor Jones and told him about it. I went into detail about what was going on. I heard nothing from him about my letter. Then one day, there was church one night one of the times I was in general population in jail. The women told me I should go. I wasn’t doing anything and went to get close to God. I needed to feel His presence, even in hell. I was Welcome MB Church, Pastor Jones' church.They had come to teach a lesson on God, only the two women who were there were more interested in the women in jail. They were touching them, hugging and standing too close and stuff. It was kind of freaky you ask me. I sat far away from the freak fest and just folded my arms in front of me, so if one of the two b*lld*ggers hugged me they would get a chest full of elbow. They came over and got nothing but elbow, the “people’s elbow”. I had written Pastor Jones a mean letter telling him how I felt about him. I thought the “ladies” might have heard about it and stayed quiet the entire program. A few days later I received a card from Welcome, telling me that I was appreciated in class and they hoped to see me again, soon. The women had started some commotion and sent me through the door 29, and I was no longer eligible for church. I took it as Pastor Jones apologizing for ignoring my letter. So, I wrote him a letter apologizing for the second letter, and how he had “heaped burning coals on his head” Romans 12:20. When I told some of the other woman about it, they laughed at me. “No they like you and want you back in church.” I felt dumb, but I do not regret my hope in God and that the man of God wanted to help and right wrongs.
I thought his relationship with Michael Bouchard was strategic to grow his church. If he was “in” with Oakland County he could get his parishioners jobs, and therefore they could pay tithes, and the church would be sustained through their partnership. Mike Bouchard just wanted Pontiac to grow his situation and growth of the drugs, bodies and money. It had nothing to do with our safety as citizens. I went to the E-file workshop at 1200 and got no help. They said if I went down there all my submissions wouldn’t be rejected. Guess what? They rejected my submissions while I was still there. There were Black men there who were in the same boat I was in. He said to me, “So, you know they work together?” I knew and nodded, because I was getting it for the blog, I wrote about Quisenberry and McCabe and molestation. Yep, I did it again. I have linked OCSD with more corruption and crime in Oakland County and Michigan. They love pedophiles. I got a lot more, stay tuned. I still don’t believe we pay them 29 million dollars to rape and molest our young people. When they don't even hire Black people and keep us down and out of good paying jobs. They promoted a White woman from the cafeteria to Collections, the White female worker and thief from Aramark to deputy and we get nothing, and we can be educated. Still, nothing. Melissa Peters-McClendon keeps getting promoted and she's Black. She's doing not one things for us. When I got a ticket for refusing to go to court, she came to hear me on the ticket. I told her, the women start an argument, and they all pointed to me as being the issue for Miss Lydia, another Black woman that is supposed to be a Christian. Who likes watching women having sex with one another. On her command they start an argument, they put me in a cell, and the deputies blow ice cold air on me all day. When Peters-McClendon came to hear me on the ticket and I told her, she suggested I buy a long john shirt. That's it! That was torture, but like her pastor, Pastor Jones, they are guilty tokens, and in the right place, HELL!
“And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him…These both were cast alive into the lake of fire burning with brimstone”
Revelations 19:20
I got a call the other day from a woman named Lee. She told me that her great niece was being harassed by the Oakland County Sheriff's Department, (OCSD). She asked me about some sheriff’s deputies I might know from the jail. She has been reading my blog. She asked me about Under Sheriff McCabe and Quisenberry. There was a Quisenberry who work in the jail, a narcotic dweeb. I know this because I would sit in my food slot and watch the bubble. Due to his narcotic and OCD, these two deputies decided to let him know he’s not the boss, because his uncle was a “big man” with the OCSD. So, they ordered pizza. ordered pizza and ate it in the bubble. They ordered pizza, ate it in the bubble, and left their mess in the bubble, and walked passed him on their way home. They walked passed him and didn’t even say, “Hi”. He came inside the Control Room and threw a “fit”, right there. I mean he went from totally chill to losing his mind. He was cussing and slamming pizza boxes and just losing it. I yelled out or somebody yelled out, “Quisenberry is in the bubble going off”. You could hear him having a conniption. They knew exactly what to do to get back at him. Being a cop is hard, because you are surrounded by Alpha-males and even if you’re not one, when you become a cop, you will become one just to keep up. Quisenberry was dealing with two guys who were not only Alpha-males, but the bullies from high school. What they had was just the equivalent of being shoved in a locker and having to stay locked in there overnight.
Once he finished cleaning up their mess, he sat down, breathing hard and thinking, real hard. I mean just staring at one spot on the floor heaving like he had just had an asthma attack. Some of us were watching him and talking amongst ourselves and agreeing that he was crazy. He is a nepo-deputy. His uncle is Joseph Quisenberry, a lieutenant, with OCSD, there are a lot of Quisenberrys at OCSD. He not only admits his uncle work there, but his cousins, brother, aunts and sisters work there, too. Most of his attitude was the disbelief that they had even done it, “Didn’t they know who he was?” McCabe an undersheriff and his uncle were good friends. It’s just like in “A Few Good Men”. How Jack Nicholson character Nathan Jessup, and JT Walsh’s characters started their careers together, but Jessup had moved up quicker in rank than Markinson in the Marines. There is a lot of that in OCSD. They reach back and help one another. It’s obvious they believe in nepotism and use their friends to run their enterprises in the department. Those who were lazy or who wasn’t liked by the powers that be. The older Joe Quisenberry was working in narcotics.
When Lee asked me about Quisenberry and McCabe I didn’t talk about the drugs, I only talked about the narcotic young Quisenberry that worked in the jail and how he had sex with the women at night, into the morning and how they liked his sex. Forgetting that J. Quisenberry was running the campaign for the opioid crisis in Oakland County. He ran the drugs. The biggest money-making entity for corrupt cops. The next money-maker is prostitution, and he has his nephew running that. So, McCabe has all his basis covered and so does Quisenberry. They’re making money “hand over fist”. They are helping Lee’s great niece’s father, Sean McMasters, whom I believe has been sexually abusing her great-niece since she was 17-months old. Lee is afraid, because now her great niece is old enough to articulate her abuse clearly, not in toddler gibberish, but as a articulate teenager. Now she is being harassed like me. Like Monica Canady and others. When I started talking about strokes, aneurysms and murder she got scared. She started to regret calling me. She asked me, “Am I safe?” I told her that I was living in a hotel for the last three months, and I don’t know if I’m being protected or if my landlord is just an asshole. I explained that we were being listened to while we were having this conversation and that they are watching me here, and were watching me at my apartment, they lost me my job and are responsible for my eviction and try to run me and my family off the road with 18-wheelers. She doesn’t live in Michigan. I told her she might not be safe, because my sister would drive from Michigan to Wisconsin and trucks would try to run her off the road. I told her that they work with the FBI and would call and ask them if I was FBI. This is Joe Quisenberry:
McMasters, the sexually abusive father, worked for the Detroit Police. You don’t get any more drug dealing cops than you get in Detroit. They will usually help people out when they are deeply involved in their game, because if they’re found guilty or have enough evidence, that person might turn evidence on them and start telling them everything. I believe that's why they got McMcMasters’ case dismissed. His story has a lot of lies. That morning when I woke up, I had a link to a page called Rumble. It’s like YouTube, but political in nature. A place where people go to talk about what’s really happening. Conspiracy Theories and stuff. McMasters moved to Florida and filed for joint-custody of the daughter he is abusing. I think they knew the judge down there and that he would do what they need him to do. You know Florida is huge on drug trafficking. Leigh Dundas stood in front of the court and told Lee's niece’s story. The judge, Nilon, gave the former cop, who took her child to the house of a sexual abuser, Larry Orr. Larry Orr raped a 15-year-old who was incapacitated by a closed head injury. He said when he handled her to put her in her chair, he “saw her body” and began to sexually abuse her. She admitted to it, like it was okay. In Michigan, a caregiver can’t have consensual sex with his mentally challenged patient. Just like a deputy can’t have sex with a prisoner. You are trusted with the well-being of that person, or those people and it’s called statutory rape. Orr is on the sex offender list but was allowed to have a room with toys and games, the games used by McMasters’ and Orr to sexually abuse the little girl. Now, a man should have lost custody for even taking the little girl to Orr’s house. Nope, Oakland County and the State of Michigan didn’t see it that way.
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I explained that “they” love pedophiles, and told her a story, I will not repeat here, but I sent her the conversation. I don’t know what she will do with it. I don’t care, because I didn’t lie. I’d say it all over, again. She says that her niece recently went to stay with her father and came home and spent weeks in a psyche ward. I told her they made me insane and gave me pills that took my hair out. I didn’t tell her “Pancho” had people pull it out when I was having it braided. She didn’t need to know all of that. She was scared enough. Her niece had a psychologist that berated her told her and not to talk about the abuse by screaming in her face. There was never a tumultuous divorce. It was amicable and the mother gave him a visitation, until her daughter put her fingers inside her vagina and asked her to smell it. The news never reported that but reported the lie that the mother was bitter and was lying to get custody.
I told her that OCSD owns CPS. They target the prostitutes that work for them in the jail. One day I passed notes asking the women to turn on the deputies. I wanted to organize a rebellion like Nat Turner. Shelly, with her big titties and height, a high-ranking deputy's girl, and at least six feet tall went to talk to the woman next to me. She spoke loudly, and I heard her clearly. “My parent were good to me. I messed up. My son is doing good. I couldn’t stand it if he was taken from them. He has a good life.” My mouth dropped open, “Oh my God. They’ll take her kid”. Then I saw someone on the street who said that another woman was about to lose her son, and another one had lost her daughter. If she thinks CPS will helping them, she needs to forget it. Child Protective Services are a member of the racket that protects pedophiles and scar children for life. Pedophilia is generational and most people who have been abused, become abusers. That’s just how it goes.
McMasters and Orr’s semen were found all around this girl’s bed. It was found that there was a 160.66666666666666666666 match with the sperm around her bed. They passed polygraph, which could be true or not. He could have “brat the box” or the person doing the test could have lied. Orr already confessed to being a child molester. There shouldn’t be any reason for taking his daughter Larry Orr’s house; none! Just like the women in the jail, he gets whatever he wants. If he were to get the life sentence, he deserves he would flip on them in a minute. I’m already getting threats from the Detroit Police through the news. Apartment buildings, burning down and blowing up. Old women, like my mother, being carried out of houses and stuff. I have never lived in Detroit and have never been to Wayne County Jail (WCJ). I never speak about them. Dana Nessel dismissed the case in 2019, because an assistant prosecutor working on the case was a sexual deviant himself, Brian Kolodziej. They probably picked him due to his sexual exploits with victims, knowing he would be lenient. Never thinking it would be found out what he did or was doing. Those women were vulnerable at the time, being sexually abused and everything. He was charged with two counts of felony misconduct but got no jail time. A gift for not turning on his buddies in Oakland County. This is the worse club ever!
“Though hand join in hand, the wicked will not go unpunished…”
Proverbs 11: 12
After Patricia confronted Pancho about the women on the job and he beat her up, she moved back with her sister to Detroit. I had moved from my mother’s and had gotten an apartment. Even if she did like to hang with Black folk, she still looked White. She got herself a job in Waterford and she would stay with me from time to time. I liked the company, and she would bring “the boys”. We would cook and watch television like we did when she lived here. This guy who was crazy about her had put together a piece of car for her and I had lost my car, and she would take me to work. One day, she was taking me to work, and she made a startling confession. She had to go to the Pontiac Police for an interview. Paul had applied for a job there and as a part of the process, people close to him had to be interviewed. Since she had lived with him and had his twins, she was someone they wanted to speak to. “I know you’re not going to do it! Well, not give him a good review.” She told me that he needed the job, and it would help him take care of the twins.
“You still want to give him those boys!” I turned in the car to look at her, “And your going to the police and lie to them after everything he put you through?”
Suddenly there was a voice from the back seat. “My Dad’s going to be a cop, he’s going get the bad guys!” He was elated.
“Your Dad is the bad guy!” I spit out from the front seat and turned to look at him. He looked confused.
“DON’T SAY THAT TO HIM!” Patricia scolded me from the driver’s seat, “That’s his father!”
“I don’t believe you are defending him the way he used to beat your ass!”
She was stuck with him like all the people in his family. Everyone but his mother knows how sorry he is, and she hates it. She blames it on her mother, his grandmother. “Rea was a sweet woman that loved him very much and let him do whatever he wanted all his life, while his mother left him with her to live her life. He hates his mother, probably because she left him to be raised by his mother and when she didn’t like the way he turned out it took it out on him. He was a teenager when she took him from “Rea”, whom he loved dearly. Only to try to raise him when he is grown. She wasn’t his mother, “Rea” was, and she had coddled him and treated him like he was special. All his mother’s discipline was nothing but causing him to resent her, and I guess it turned into hate eventually. Patricia and I talked on the phone for hours and I have to say this to people who want to treat their significant other badly, beat them and talk badly to them, don’t tell them your secrets, because they have no loyalty to you; not really. They’ll tell all your business. Patricia told me everything. Patricia kept “The boys” from their father’s abusive nature. Her eldest son, the one that’s not his knew. When the door was closed to their bedroom, he would bang on the door and cry out, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY MOMMY!”
She left him, though. She went and lied to the Pontiac Police, however, and ruined my life. One time, after she’d left him, he had come to her sister's house and tried to beat her up. She had told him that she had come to my house to show me the last beating. “She knows everything. I showed her.” Then she went and lied to the police and got him that job with the Pontiac Police Department. It was the worse thing anyone has done to me. The man is diabolical, and the badge he has is just a tool he uses to destroy the lives of people in his way. That would be me.
On September 11, 2001, I made a bad choice. I called a friend at the Pontiac Police. Only three years before, my brother had been indicted. My brother’s case had been dismissed, but the prosecutor had sent the indictment to a higher court to have the charge reinstated. We were waiting to see what would happen. The charges were reinstated and two years later, my brother was tried and convicted. He was 19 years in prison. Thanks to Pancho, I did four years. I told my lawyer, wrote letters to the judge saying he used to beat my best friend years before and that he is using his authority as a police detective to punish me for knowing and seeing his brutality all over my friend’s body. Nobody cared and nobody listened to me. They even over sentence me. I had never done time before. I was arrested twice but never convicted or did time in jail. My statutory guidelines were 0-90 days in jail. Upon violating the conditions of my probation, the most I could get is 90-days in jail. Colleen O’Brien gave me 18months to 5years in prison. While in prison, I was declared officially insane, because I was beating up all my bunkies, because they anted to have sex with me. One woman wanted me to steal green peppers out of the kitchen. I didn’t care; I got my own room. I didn’t have to worry about another sleepless night, until now.
Pancho is the devil who is jealous of women. He hates me, because of what I know about him. I told you that his family thinks he walks on water. I saw his cousin at “The Choice” at The Apostolic Church. I asked her about the twins and if Pancho still had them. She had her nerves to say, “Paul would never let Patricia raise them boys!” I turned my head quickly so she could see the expression on my face. I was so pissed, and she knew, they all knew. She didn’t have anyone while she was living in Pontiac. They are just as culpable for her abuse as he was, abusers have a way of turning people who trust them to villainize their victims and even make them believe that they deserve the abuse. Somehow these people are less than human. They do everything wrong that ruins the abuser’s life. Patricia was the primary caretaker for the twins. She gave them to him, because she was worn out and didn’t want the reminder. I begged her not to, but I didn’t know what it was like to be abused. At least that’s what she said.
She tried to still be a mother and come to see the twins on a regular basis, but Pancho didn’t like that people would think she cared. He was telling people she was a horrible mother and person. If she came to see them and loved them people would think she was good. He couldn’t have that, and he put her on child support. Whenever she crossed eight mile, as soon as she got behind, he would have her arrested. His own cousin told me that.
When I came home from prison, he wouldn’t stop either. He was convinced and still convinced Patricia, and I were lovers. He is bi-sexual and wants the world to be bi-sexual, too. Every chance he gets, he tries to put me with a woman. I don’t swing both ways, it goes against God’s Word. I let people do what they want to do, it’s just me. So, when I came home, I wasn’t who he thought I would be. He has never stopped harassing me. I got tired of it, and went to the Chief of Police to make a complaint, and he charged me with stalking him. That’s when I went to Oakland County Jail and was picked out for prostitution and made an enemy of all the deputies who work the Annex. I’m harassed constantly. When I tried to complain to Lt. Robert Ford, he called one Tuesday morning to say if I made another complaint, he would send me back to jail.
People are always talking about how bad White people are, and they are, but Black people can be bad to other Black people, too. I don’t know where Patricia is. I haven’t seen her in 30 years. “The boys”, are grown men now. I heard she got married and was an emotional wreck. I can believe it after all she’s been through. I’m an emotional wreck and I’ve never lived with Pancho or had his children. The racket is relentless and scary. The protect drug dealers, pimp prisoners and steal from local stores. I got fired from Meijer because I refused to give free groceries to mostly White patrons in the racket. They kill people, too. I spend most of my time inside. One day I left my hotel room after three or four days to go to the store, and this crazy bulldagger stepped to me and stared me directly in the eyes and wouldn’t go away. Just stood there looking at me with a grin I didn’t like. She was even blocking me in. As I walked back to the chips, I thought, “Paul.” He’s not giving up; they aren’t giving up. They’re watching me, still, but someone is watching them, too…
"They shoot from ambush at the innocent; they shoot suddenly , without fear. Thet encourage each other in evil plans, they talk about hiding their snares, they say. 'Who will see it?' They plot injustice and say,'"We have devised the perfect plan!' Surely the human heart and mind is cunning."
