Whatever, I'll never call you!
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
