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.
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
