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
