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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.
It's an hour and something long, but if you're worried about our babies, it is worth it!
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
