Val Gross...Please cut all the Bullsh...

Val Gross
Thinking of how to get out of this mess

I got a call today from an attorney who said that he would be representing me.  I had gone to Oakland County Courthouse to retrieve a copy of the Personal Protection Order that was suppose to help Val Gross prove that I was Stalking him.  I had all the parts except the portion that stated that Paul McDougal had told Steve that I was trying to contact him.  I politely went to the window and asked for that portion and the lady ran it off and gave it to me.  Then I went to Kinkos and talked to the manger there.  I asked him to look through the computer's history, because I believe that the woman who worked there had e-mailed the letter I had written Val Gross to someone in the Pontiac Police Department.  He said he would be contacting me before the day was over.

Needless to say, I haven't heard from that manager.  Instead, I get a call from this attorney Chris Brown who tells me that nothing I did today would come to anything.  Excuse me, you must me a homosexual and a crack head, too.  Everything I did today counts for something and goes a long way to prove that I wasn't stalking anyone.  Besides that, he said that he wasn't going to allow me to testify.  Oh, hell nah!  I did that the last time, and this time, I have a lot to say.  These people think I'm dumb and that I'm going to keep falling for the Okie Doke.  There is no way that I'm going to not tell my side this time.  Especially, since I have nothing to hide and I'm the one being harassed and preyed upon.

then this jerk is going to have his nerves to say I might lose my bail.  Oh, that's when all hell surely broke lose.  then his slow ass tried to tell me he didn't say that.  I'm not even going to say what I really want to say, because I'm so mad, I could spit.  Then he tried to pacify my doubts, which I had many by saying that he use to be a cop.  He use to work on the Eastside of Detroit, but then went to the suburbs.  I know he did, because he couldn't hang with me.  Then when he said out loud, about Gross proving that I saw him twice.  Need I say it again, "Oh, heel nah!"  Why are you worried about how he's going to prove I had two unconsenting contacts.  You should have been jumping for joy.

Needless to say, I called him at 10:42 pm and fired his ass, and told him not to call my house anymore.  Then he told me not to speak to the media if they are there.  Why?  I don't have anything to hide.  I was simply making a complaint as a citizen.  As a public official, Val Gross has no privacy and can't expect to be left alone.  He will be approached by people wherever he goes to talk about city issues.  He would first have to prove that what I wanted wasn't city business.  If what I wanted was city business, then what the problem is? Because I am a convicted felon, I have no rights to make a complaint against the a detective to The Chief of Police.

Then this takes the cake.  He tried to convince me that they can prove that I Stalking him, because he says I was harassing him.  You need to come to court and prove that, Boo-Boo.  You need to show a PPO of your own, and not Steve's.  You need police reports that stem from some unwanted contact.  You just can't walk in the courtroom empty handed and say, "She was harassing me."  You are suppose to know and understand the law.  It's not enough to say it, but you have to prove it.  My previous conviction has no bearing on the two of us.  I don't know anything, and you need to prove harassment.  You need some witnesses, some facts or something.  Then I'm going to come back at you with facts of the matter.  I'm going to tell what I did, and why.  I got letters and e-mails that will prove I followed the chain of command and even stepped out of the chain of command, just so I wouldn't have to talk to you.

Nah. I'm not lying down for this one.  I need to speak with someone who can give an attorney not connected to this area.  I need a State or County Investigator to investigate this matter.  This has gotten out of control, when I get a lawyer who tells me he wants to ignore all of my evidence.  I'm not buying this and I need to hurry up and talk to someone about this very soon!!!

Oh, and he told me to stop writing this blog! *wink*

Oakland County Poor-excuses Pt.2

Jessica Cooper
Oakland County Prosecutor

I was thinking about my case and went on-line to see how the case was going with the snooping husband.

Now, they are giving a reason for their prosecution.  He is able to hack into computers at Oakland County.  That is her real reason for going after him.  Since she could fire him without being sued, she prosecutes him instead?  I'm just reeling over the concept, because it's the same thing that Val Gross is doing to me with her help.  Using his authority to convict me of a crime, because he doesn't want to hear my complaint.  What is it with these people?

You are a professional, and you are held to certain standards.  It seems that Cooper is working hard to do something that is a landmark case, than really take care of the business of crime and criminals in our community.  All you have heard from her are things that don't make much sense.  She is fighting these battles that aren't really important to the health of our society, but go against anything valid or reasonable in it.  People want to know that they are safe, and not going to be subject to senseless prosecution.  We know that snooping is one thing, and hacking is another.  Hackers are looking to steal vital information to use for illegal means.  I don't think a marital feud of this magnitude qualifies as a lawless act of depravity.

It seems that she is into attacking Black men, too.  Her focus and agenda seems to mirror that of L. Brooks Patterson, because when I was at the jail last month, there still wasn't any young Black men working as Sheriff's Deputies.  Remember it was Patterson in the late 70's who started the thing with child support that has jailed hundreds of thousands of Black men.  It seems that she is working in that same steed.  Furthering her career on the one thing that this county loves more than anything; keeping Black people down.

I'm not saying this because now she is coming after me.  It was actually David Gorcyca's office that first charge me with Stalking with no evidence or a viable threat.  Sadly, Cooper's office has less evidence than Gorcyca had and still proceeded in the case.  I think they believe that I'm going to fold like I did last time.  I'm no where near that stage in my life.  I will fight until the bitter end.  I just don't believe someone can be so petty.  I hear she is a thief and looks out for high officials when they are guilty of a crime against the people.  I wonder what she will do when it is discovered that Patterson has been lying to the people of Oakland County about being in the black - no pun intended.

Will she charge her idol with crimes against the public.  I know there is a statue about officials intentionally lying to, scheming against and leading his constituency into oblivion.  If not the idea that they have been stealing out there for years.  It's okay when they do it, because "The Good Ole Boys" still run the State.  Now that Granholm has left and threw Paterson under the bus on her way out, they'll look to corrupt Rick Synder, but like Dave Bing he has his own money and no need to pillage the people of Michigan for crack money.

The idea that this man could "hack' Patterson's computer is such a big deal; why?  If he is transparent with his people there is no need for alarm, but they want to know what he knows.  They want to scare him shitless, maybe he will break and tell if he knows something.  They surely don't want him working for Oakland County, because then he might just hack all of them.  I wonder if he's not hacking them all now from house.  If I was him, I would.  I'd find out all of their secrets and hold them over their heads for messing with me.  He has shown he has skills to produce results and now they are running scared.  This is real shame and disgrace to law, but lawyers are "interesting".

It seems that Jessica Cooper is seeking fame and notoriety by once again trying to send a Black man to prison who doesn't deserve to go.  She would never do this to a White man, because the Oakland County "Boys" would be upset.  No, she messes with "Niggers" and they fold their arms and watch the show.  I'm not saying they are rooting for her, but I do say that they are indifferent.

Back to my case, there really is no case, and when it's all over Val Gross will be put to shame, forced to resign and live in obscurity.  Black on Black crime at its finest.  That could be the only reason  they took such a flimsy case.  He stopped the Sheriff's contract and now they see a way to rid the city of him, and take away the strength of the officers who look up to him.  Even if that is for drug money and racketeering.  Nothing can come from my case, accept Gross looking like a liar and drug cop, who takes up for his crooked, woman beating officers.  The fact that he received my letter after I was arrested is irrelevant, because I will acquire the tape from Public Access and prove the whole city knew my story.

Jessica Cooper is good and her cronies know very well how to play her game.  Get the Black man, and you will be the next L. Brooks Patterson.  It's a shame that Val and Paul couldn't see this coming.  I want to know who builds these men minds up to the point they actually feel invisible?  Val Gross, Glenn McIntosh and Paul McDougal.  Three Black me who feel they don't live in America.  Don't you know that in order to survive, you must either play the game or be squeaky clean.  No matter how many people you have working the desk, stealing e-mails, telling you what my letter say at Kinkos, saying that you weren't somewhere you were...So an and so forth.  The key is self preservation, and if the right badge comes knocking on their door; it's over for you.

Pride goes before the fall, and it's a long way down from the top.  You pass all the people you stepped on when you rose to the top.  Only your chance, as ill-gotten as it was is over.  They still have a chance to get to the top; the right way.  Just ask Kwame...SMH

This Week's Council Meeting (December 26, 2010)

Leon Juckowski
Mayor of Pontiac

I don't know what day the Council Meeting was on this week, but I caught it last night.  There was a special presentation by John Conyers.  Remember him?  His wife is now serving five(5) years in a Federal prison for bribery and extortion.  Being a person who has been only accused of a crime and not even convicted, it seems that this man has a lot of nerves.  Just like the Kilpatrick's he and his wife are obviously involved in some shady money schemes.  It's also obvious that they abuse the privileges they obtain from their office.  The whole deal with their son and the Cadillac Escalade showed us that.  Why is this man in our city?

He claimed that he was here to give credence to a resolution concerning water in underdeveloped countries.  Yet his greeting made me quite upset.  It seems that he was her to shame our city and disrespect our Mayor.  Leon Juckowski, for all of his low-profile abilities is a man of wealth.  I don't know if he got it through lies, schemes or stealing, but I've never heard of any of it.  Both Conyers and Juckowski have law degrees.  I can't seem to be found what Conyers undergraduate degree is in, but I know Juckowski's is in Economic Development.  Both men have illustrious careers and great successes.  Conyers working under John Dingell the oldest sitting Representative in Michigan's House.  Yet, Conyer addresses Lee Jones with great honor and respect.  He used the word "illustrious" when introducing him and simply addressed Jucowski as Mayor.

There is nothing Illustrious about Lee Jones.  He didn't even buy the house he lives in, he inherited it from his father.  There is also nothing productive and creative about him either.  His father old store sits as an eye sore on the corner of Luther and Motor as a testament of that.  His father left here over 20 years ago.  There was suppose to be plans to make it a laundry mat then back into a store, but nothing ever took shape for that building.  It just sits there empty, and doing nothing for the community that it is in.  He may no longer own it, I'm not sure, but I would like to think that if Juckowski owned it, it would be a laundry mat, corner store or something by now.  Just look at what he and his family has done for our downtown.  No slight to Mrs. Waterman, he has transformed the Waterman Building from an eyesore, into the most attractive building on Saginaw.

The transformation of the bank, formerly known as NBD as a Reception Center was a pretty good idea.  It's marble floors and fixtures, along with chandeliers and lightings make it a virtual romantic paradise.  The sapce being unique and fabulous to say the least.  How come people don't want to put him out there as his true light; stellar business man.  Instead they see is color and need to build Pontiac up and use the money for good and not evil that our city has.

Lee Jones is another faker and hasn't shown us from living in Pontiac, any positive and productive measures.  Kone Bowman would always bring up the fact that Juckowski sued the city and got a judgement against Pontiac.  That's what business people do, when they are wronged they sue and receive compensation.  The whole parking lot thing was ingenious to me and no more of a slight than the lawsuit.  Pontiac should have been smart enough to think of something similar for a parcel of land they owned.  That doesn't count against him in my opinion, because making money is what he does.  Ironically, that's what he was doing.  In other words, "Don't hate the player, hate the game".  A game he couldn't play very well, because he's no longer a sitting Council Member.  The people saw past Juckowski's business ventures, and made him Mayor.  They obviously didn't see past any of your lacking, because now you are nothing.  If Pontiac was smart, they wouldn't keep living on emotions and begin to live on business sense and exercising some marketability in Oakland County.  The people who work on our Council now, besides a few, have no business sense.  Lee Jones has none that I have ever seen, but they are trying to build him up as a "big" man in Pontiac.  Why?

Well, he loves notiriety and when he looked out and saw John Conyers his face lit up and he didn't know what to do next.  He wanted to get to the celebrity in the audience, he asked the Council what they wanted to do next.  John Conyers was there to build him up to the man he thinks he is.  Calling him, "illustrious" over our more than distinguished Mayor.  A man who has no education, has no background in business and has only done skill trade jobs his entire life.  He is a blue collar person, trying to make it in a white collar world.  There is some accounting similarities, but a man running a municipality must have a firm understanding of Marketing. How to put his product, which is his city out there for potential business and family residents.  He has no clue what that takes.  Administration is only one part of a city.  There is a three-fold approach to any business, which is Administrative, Public Relations and Marketing go hand and hand.  We have to show the entire world that we aren't "The Silverdome Fiasco", but a formative city.

For all his hob nobbing and fame seeking, Lee Jones doesn't "fit the bill".  The crooked fraction of the city want to use a crook like Conyers to build him up in the eyes of the people in Pontiac.  Don't be fooled, and don't take your eyes of the prize.  Lee Jones is fitting for the seat he has, directing his district.  He would not be a good fit for running our city, because he doesn't have the tools to do it.  He would just be a puppet for the crooks to rob this city blind.  Remember, he cut me short during my speech at the Council about Paul McDougal beating my friend Patricia.  He is in there with them, and can't be trusted to always be honest and forth coming with the people.  That slight proves that.

We can't afford to have the same things going on here that has been for years.  It's my prayer that we can rid this city of the corruption that has plagued us for years.  Mostly all of the men and women who brought this city to the Mecca it was during GM's push in the 50's and 60's have passed away.  They would be in disgrace to see how we have allowed poor construction, L. Brooks Patterson and drugs to run this city into the ground.  I am asking that you be color blind and not look at Leon Juckowski as a White Man, but as a very good business man.  I'm not saying give him your first-born, but I do ask that you allow him a chance.  Lee Jones is not a good fit for our Mayor, because he is Black or African-American.  He has never completed anything.  His home isn't even his accomplishment.  Open your eyes and see!!!

I'm not going to even mention that he belongs to Douglas Jones' Welcome! UGH

A Word to My Followers

It seems that people have a view about me and who I am.  I've been reading articles, other blogs and comments on those blogs and newspaper reports.  Some the comments are really interesting.  Two men had a conversation about my being good looking or not, while other men just called me nuts.  Those are the inept creatures who have never been cared about, even by a crazy who really truly guilty of stalking them.  Any man who has the slightest semblance of rhythm or a penis big enough to make a woman make some noise, has had a woman that was hard to shake.  I have gone out with men with women who couldn't take no for an answer.  If you knew me at all, you would know; that ain't me.

First, when it's over it's over.  I don't do the "let's try this again" thing.  Once we have said our good byes, fought over where you been, I catch you with another woman; I'm done.  I don't see you five days, five months or five years later and think it will get better.  It's over, it's that cut and dry for me.  Since neither Val or Steve have ever been in a real relationship with me, I guess it's left up to them to make one up in their own mind.  I guess they would like to be in one with me that it helps them somewhere deep inside to say that I want them so bad I follow them around.  That is there job, not mine and I don't do that.

Which leads me to a comment on the MichiganLive.com website.  The guy jokes about me thinking that my stuff was so good that both of these want it.  Now, I never said that, but...Carry on.  The men that I actually had sex with, are not Val Gross or Steve Wittebort.  They are two cops wanting to get as far away fro my drug dealing brother and his co-defendants as possible.  Thanks to judges and prosecutors willing to give the Feds what they want I went to prison.  None of my exes would ever say that I stalked harassed or molested them.  I don't have to do that!

For the men who keep calling me crazy, a nut case and needing to be in Clinton Valley, I have a lesson in crazy for you.  Since Paul McDougal has been going around saying that I am crazy and dumb people with a lack of knowledge feed into his lies, let me enlighten you.  Crazy people are just that crazy.  They are not in touch with reality.  They don't bath themselves, they don't clean their homes, feed themselves and the long and short of it, they can't function in society.  Sure there are crazy people in the world who think and do things that aren't "normal" in the eyes of society.  Except these people aren't productive parts of society who have valid, concrete and sound things to say about anything.  They will talk for a while, and you will think they have sense, but when they believe they have you interest they begin to feed you bullshit about aliens living amongst us, paranoid delusions about their lives and the people around them and I have know of such a person who will try to convince you that not only could she have married one rich and successful African-American man, but four.  She is unmarried, living in subsidized housing.

I know real crazy and mentally unstable people, and I don't think I have anything in common with them.  In fact as Paul is saying, I lived with a bunch of them.  I found it interesting, but unconcerning.  I saw them as being not a part of my reality, and went on my way.  Also, since I was being kept far from the bulldaggers, I could look over a whole lot.

To the women who warned me to be careful and document everything; I have.  I have every letter I've written trying to get relief from this situation on a disc, on a jump drive as well as on my hard drive.  I have every name of every person I spoke to concerning this case.  The important ones, I sent certified with a return receipt.  I even have the name of the FBI Agent I spoke to about it, after I was suspended from Oakland University without cause.  Every Facebook conversation with my City Councilperson, and the President Lee Jones.  Computers go along way when it comes to keeping good and solid records of documents.  Down to the edits and re-writes when and what.  If you have a good IT person they can go back through you computer and link you every move on it since its first key stroke.  I'm on this laptop most of the day.  I wonder where they are going to say I was?

To the woman who says that I should be afraid, I am.  I don't have to tell you how crooked the police in Pontiac are.  they are a filthy bunch, but there are "others" who are involved in my existence.  That includes media, other PPD as well as the FBI.  I am so self-assured in my writing, because they are watching.  They can't make two steps that they don't know about, and neither can I.  If I was alone and crazy I would have a problem, but I'm not and when this is all over everyone will see me in my true light.  I'm more giving than crazy, more into sacrifice than some delusional trip.

For the woman who says that Pontiac is in trouble, because of Pontiac people.  I would have to agree, but there are also people who are linked o Pontiac who could help more than hurt.  L. Brooks Patterson is one of them.  May I also remind you that Pontiac is a Black city, and Black on Black crime wouldn't be such a strange things since it is Black people who live here.  In Waterford, it is White on White crime.  They steal from each other, rape one another children and women and kill one another.  It would be a big surprise if there was a Black on White crime in a predominantly White area.  Since we don't live there, aren't welcome there, and are harassed away from there it rarely happens.  Even though Waterford, Clarkston and others are on the cusp of Pontiac.  African-Americans live there, too, but there is no Black on Black crime in those cities.  Why?  Demographics, Sweetie...The likelihood of probability.

To those who actually live in Pontiac and have been subjected to the Pontiac Police and their filthy ways; thank you.  Thank you, for hitting me up and telling me that I'm doing a great job.  Thank you, for believing in me and being my support.  I couldn't do it without your encouragement.  Writing is my passion.  to Tim Melton who has deleted me out of fear of losing an election or having your own sins found out.  You have given me yet another reason not to believe in you, and this time, I'm taking you at your word.  I no longer trust or believe in you.  Thanks for offering me a position at your Pontiac Office, and thanks for not doing a thing to help me, but deleting me.

If you are reading this and you have any sense in your head you will realize this as the truth.  The Pontiac Police have nothing on me.  I'm not a drug dealer, drug addict, I don't participate in homosexual sex, have affairs or commit any indiscretion that they could use to hold over my head.  The only thing they have on me is that prior Stalking case and the fact I lived in a mental unit in prison.  They have used those things to try and shut me up and ruin my life.  Sadly, not only are the FBI watching, but most importantly, God is watching.  All the truth will be found out.  Val Gross is a liar and a drug dealing cop.  Everybody knows it, except some men on the Oakland Press website with small dicks.

Beauty and brains can be lost, but a true honest relationship with God lasts an eternity.  All the things I right are true and all the men who lie on me, say bad and negative things about me will perish in their own folly.  The trap they set for me, will mean their demise.  They allowed them just enough rope to hang themselves and they have done just that.  This plan was an intricate plan that has unfolded over the last ten years.  It started with Walter Moore and his stealing and drug dealing.  It will end with Val Gross and his.  It's just a matter of time and 2011 is the year of Lesley.  I'm going to come up from obscurity and into favor.  I believe that; if you don't....Well, who cares?

Val Gross...Please Leave Me Alone!

Val Gross

Okay, there was this police officer going around trying to ruin my life.  He told my so-called victim a lie, went to the university I was attending, got me kicked out unfairly and the wrote a two paged single-spaced letter to DHS so I wouldn't get custody of my nephew.  I went to who I thought was my Councilperson, I went to my Councilperson, I spoke to Lee Jones the President of the Council and his Supervisor.  Who would I go to next? You guess it, the Chief of Police.  Only he knew I was coming, and had something ready for me.  Like I said this detective is his last drug dealing detective.  He couldn't have this situation get out of hand, because he could be demoted or better yet a part of the next round of layoffs.  So what does the Chief of Police do???  He charges me with Stalking him for trying to file a complaint.  A complaint that is well documented; I must add.

First, Val is not my type.  If it wasn't for his high-pressured tactics back in the day, I would have never spent more time on him than humanly necessary.  If you read the men of the last 23 years, and you know a handful of them you know Val is not my type.  My type is tall and thin.  I don't like football players, and Jeff was a dear exception.  If you know him, though, he has a stellar personality.  Unless he gets angry he's not that hard to please or get along with.  He likes all people, except for stupid people and he is giving and nice.  Everybody at the job liked him, and looked passed his fits of anger, because when he wasn't angry he was a good guy.  Val isn't that by far, and probably has more people smiling in his face and wishing he would drop off the face of the earth behind his back.  He's a little power hungry for my taste and far too into being The Chief than he should be.  With that being said, I wonder why he would risk it all for Paul.  I guess he likes Poker a lot, because he's in the midst of an all or nothing fight for his job and reputation.

Second, this isn't a case of Stalking.  I don't think it is a case of harassment.  I went to his home, his ex-wife's home or whatever one time.  Other than the Commissioner's Meetings, I haven't seen him.  I haven't talked to him on the phone, it's obvious I don't know where he really lives.  So what the problem is?  He doesn't have a Personal Protection Order against me, and sent me a reminder from the State Police about my PPO that Steve has against me.  When I opened it, I just laughed so hard the lady in line ahead of asked what was funny.  I just replied, "Some people think you are really stupid."  That PPO is personal, between Steve and me.  It has nothing to do with the Pontiac Police Department.  If that was the case then why do I have "friends" on Facebook who are PPD.  I went to Trinity the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and I didn't know, but there are lots of cops there.  Nobody has brought any charges against me.  Why does he think that Steve's and my business is his business.  What Steve does is his business.  He can choose to disregard that PPO when he wants, go to court to have it cancelled or keep it in place.  All these things have nothing to do with Val Gross.

The document reads "Steven Christopher Wittebort" and not "The entire Pontiac Police Department".  If that's the case a man who works for Ford or Chrysler who gets a PPO out on someone would be under the same rules.  That woman couldn't go to any Chrysler affiliated business.  No car dealerships, businesses or work for the company.  Since these things are very volatile to begin with, judges give them out for sneezing.  Just in case somebody gets killed in the cross-fire, they don't want to be the judge that says that they denied an order.  Steve got his on he said she said stuff.  Someone has stolen my copy of the PPO he has on me, but I'm going to Oakland County and getting a copy and posting it on this blog.  I can tell you what it says, Phreddie says, Kiyoshi says and Paul McDougal says.  No real contact, and no sightings, e-mails, letters or phone calls.  May I add that would be another case of Stalking for me if it does.

So let's take it to MCL. 750.411i.  In the previous blog it says that I have to disregard an order, probation or stipulation.  Since there is no order for me to stay away from Val Gross, he has a problem.  Don't you think?  Before we can even get into my prior case that was eight (8) years ago, you have to show cause for the warrant.  There is no cause for a warrant to be issued, because there is no standing order to stay away from Val Gross.  So, I ask, where are the police reports of other instances and incidents of harassing?  There are none?  Okay, what are the threats that were made?  There are none?  Okay, so why are we here?  I tell you why:

The Pontiac Police are a bunch of liars, racketeering, drug addicted, drug dealing, crooked ass, dirty ass cops.  That's why!


Don't get me wrong that's the same reason why Steve got that conviction for my Stalking him.  Only he was just afraid of them, instead of one of them.  Val Gross is a bully of great extremes, and as you can see in my case, he's willing to go to such extremes he would risk it all.  But I'm a winner and I don't live to lose.  I was fooled last time, but by a man I loved and trusted more than I should have.  Along with a system that stacked the cards against me in the end.  This time, I'm playing with a dirty cop who is holding up the progress of this city.  Doing his best to keep it drug infested and crippled.  I wonder whose side God is on this time.  A liar's or mine?

For the record I neither love or trust Valard Gross, as far as I could throw him!

When I went to the house on Second, there was a black HHR in the driveway.  Since I left there that day, I have seen so many black HHR's in my path.  Yesterday, one rolled in front of my mother and I for a couple of blocks and turned into what use to be "The Hole" on Paddock.  I wonder if he thinks I"m going to bother his son.  The Judge gave me explicit instructions to stay away from his son and his ex-wife.  So why would I bother that young man.  I don't know him, anyway, and other that the couple of minutes I saw him at his home, I have never talked to him!  Why do I need to talk to him now.  To discuss my case, well, I haven'e talked to the police about my case.  I exercised my right to remain silent and have since that Friday.

Then as my mother and I drove down South Boulevard  turning off Golf Drive.  Who was sitting at the opposite corner in front of the church, but Val Gross.  He was talking on the phone trying to seem not phased by the events that are about to go down in his life.  I was silent and didn't tell my mother until we were almost at Woodward.  I needed to get far enough away to feel comfortable that a patrol car wouldn't come behind me and arrest me for being on the same street as he is.  Yes, that's how bad it is!  How do you want to make a complaint, or talk to an old friend and it keep turning into a court case for you?  That shit is crazy!

I haven't been out the house before yesterday since Christmas Eve when my mother went shopping.  I felt very uncomfortable with being out in public.  I saw a few people I knew and was embarrassed.  Nobody mentioned it, but I got some looks and smirks from people.  Plus, I know, and shouldn't I be allowed to be me?  So Val, Please leave me alone.  I don't want you, I'm not interested in a relationship with you or your "fresh" son and I'm good.  The whole idea that we have been in any domestic relationship is what you are trying to prove, and although you won't be able to, just go away.

As Chief of Police, he has a higher notoriety expectation.  His citizens will invade his space for time-to-time.  Show up at place they know he will be, especially when they are invited.  That's the risks you take as being a public figure.  Your privacy will be invaded, your character put on trial and your children subject to hearing bad things about you.  That is twice as likely to happen when your a person who does bad things.  I have done none of those things to you or Steve.  I haven't been violent, cussed you, destroyed your property or anything.  I brought you a bowl of soup.  If you want to say that I am a criminal and should be treated as such for the rest of my life, I beg to differ.  There are numerous admitted felons who are now productive members of society.  Since I haven't been involved in any criminal activities in six(6) years, I think that speaks for itself.

I've never had a case before that last one, and Stalking doesn't have to end with prison.  It can go on even after a person goes to prison.  My old bunky got three(3) more Stalking charges while in prison and went from 1 year to 19 years in prison, because of it.  She really has four, but they gave her Cobbs on the second. So when you think of this in it's totality PPD is the one with the dysfunctional, psychologically baffling personality.  It starts with their leader.  If you get a new leader, you might have a chance at a more reasonible, efficient and trustworthy police force.  I'm just saying...

Gross Misunderstandings...About My Sister

I have sister who is very miserable.  I mean, growing up she wasn't as miserable as she is now.  She just always had to be in control.  She wasn't a very strong personality, because she had to think of tricks to get things her way.  The oldest child has to do this, because they have so much responsibility, and they either let it all go or find a way to get a whole of the situation.  My cousin was the oldest child, and she was the one who said, "I'm going to let it go, but wait till Momma get home."  That meant that she was a snitch, and was going to tell.  She put more stakes into what her mother could do, far more than her own punishing power and she was probably right. She was a real softy.  My sister, however, knew my mother was the softy.  So, she had to devise a way to punish us that didn't include my mother and that began her games of manipulation.

Steve is the eldest of his family, and unlike my sister he only has a brother.  He told me this in high school, so all you PPD reading this, you don't have anything on him.  He is very controlling and manipulating.  Couple that with a broad distrust of people in general from being a cop almost 16 years and you gotta a problem.  Even with all that I've done for him and because of him, he still lacks trust and plays little petty games to test my loyalty.  Like my sister they had to rely on their own means to secure the results they want and that takes planning and schemes.  As one the youngest, I don't have those issues and don' take life nearly as serious.  Nobody made me accountable for anything and I never wanted any of it as mine.  I could laugh and joke and let the wind blow through my hair.  They say that youngest and oldest children make good mates, because they can learn a lot from one another.  Steve can teach me to pay bills and I could teach him how not to be so damn serious all the time!

The eldest usually grow to be very good, responsible and conniving people.  They learn very early how to make people do what they want them to do with little effort and few words.  If they don't hold any resentment towards their parent(s) then they can be very good people.  Most do not make that leap; however.  My sister couldn't understand why she had so much responsibility for us, and would pinch and hit my little brother as soon as we were out of my mother's sight.  I told you he was big cry baby.  I think she built some serious resentment in her heart and mind.  She wanted everything her way, and she really needed to hold on to her relationships.  Mainly the one with our middle sister, and she worked very hard for years and even now to make a division between the two of us.  We have more in common personality wise than the two of them, but the things they do have in common help to create that bridge.  I think the word is insecure, and lacking self-worth, and so she creates a hostile environment to keep control.

I was reading this book once called The Screwtape Letters, by C.S. Lewis.  In it the devil is giving instructions to one of his apprentices.  The one rule that sticks out in my mind is creating control through very skilled and controlled chaos.  If you make the chaos, then you can control the people who you want to control.  We know from living that controlled chaos is impossible.  A lot of the tricks in this book my sister uses, especially the one about turning people against each other in order to control them.  the trick is never to get them in the same place to compare notes and find out that it's you behind all the bad feelings and lies.  One thing that he also suggest is never let people get close to one another when you want to keep major conflict going.  It's best that the people stay strangers, when you personalize thing then people will begin to see people as individuals and humans and not a blanket hate.  Sorta like racism, because it's easy to hate all Black people, but it's hard to hate a person.

My sister practices these things very well, and the fact that she is now 350 only escalates her evil ways.  I remember, once she came home from a visit with us and she was the topic of a heated argument at her complex.  Three or more families were standing in the parking lot arguing, and when my sister drove up, the President of the Board broke away.  She pointed her finger at my sister and exclaimed, "It's you!  Every word that comes out of anybody mouth is followed by your name!  It's you!"  My sister being the true devil that she is, told the woman to get out of her face.  She wasn't the one out in the middle of the parking lot; they were.  She didn't want to hear it, because they were all too ghetto for her taste.  Needless to say, my sister had been to each woman, informing the other what the other had said about them (if that makes sense).  The way she did this was to get one woman to say something about someone else.  Then she went to that woman to gossip and carried the stories and lies to every woman who was ever mentioned with the statement, "Don't tell her I said this."

I use to talk to her when I first got home, but after being on the phone with her for an hour, I was exhausted.  I could make sense of half the things she said.  Her lies were no so obvious, maybe because she has gotten desperate over time, or I have just done a whole lot of growing up.  When she told me that one of my exes told her I use to lurk around his house, I first got angry.  Then I thought to myself, "I never did that."  So, what are the chances he said that.  He ain't crazy, but an honest man, and don't go for all the drama.  Nope, he didn't say it, and when I told my sister I didn't believe it, she went into a fit.  I just laughed and said, "Maybe he did say it.  Maybe he wants to be famous."  At the sound of my bellowing laugh, she wanted to get off the phone.

Now, the crooked PPD wants to use her against me.  They will say what she wants to say, because at 350 pounds she can't walk up the courthouse stairs.  They will go to court and mention our fight last year when she came at me and I kicked her ass.  I'm sorry, but I did it before I knew what had happened.  I had been on parole and she had been messing with me the whole time.  I was so ready to get off parole and kick her ass.  Whew...And she knew it.  She and the crooked police did, too.  They didn't need me back in prison.  I chewed them bitches up and spit them out, too.  They really hated to see me coming.  I can clear the filth out of any situation in a matter of days.  It's funny, people really can't stop being who they are, even when they know they are being watched.  She didn't show up at the hearing to keep me there for two reasons:

1. She never wants people to see how fat she is, because they would know that she is jealous and miserable.  this is the same reason she didn't show in court on the 7th.
2. Those Officers at Huron Valley wanted my ass gone.  I don't play with their games and I don't tolerate their disrespect and harassment.

If they bring that story up at the prelim I'll have to bring in my witnesses, and I must force them to make my sister come to court to testify.  She won't be rolled in there in a wheelchair they way she did when my mother was in the hospital when she instigated that ass kicking.  I don't have no problem saying I did it, because she started and I have witnesses to prove it.  I'll drag them into court to testify to that fact.  My mother is going to come anyway.  I want a jury to see her fat ass wobble from her wheelchair to the witness stand.  All 350 pounds of her.

Besides, they may have not just erase her criminal record from the books, but not from me and my mother's memory.  She has been to court on four assaults that I can remember and in trouble for six.  She has fought on the streets since we were children.  Michelle Draper, Wanda Draper, Karen Campbell, Tonya Gilbert and Brenda Cole.  Brenda she fought in Farmer Jack in 1985, I was there.  She also fought her on Motor Street and TJ Maxx.  She went to Muskegeon chasing her husband and when she got there and he had another woman she fought her, too.  I was there for that one, too.  More recently, she stabbed her husband's cousin who he was having an affair with, when she found her in her kitchen when she returned home from a trip.  She dashed water in the face of a young girl who made fun of her while she sat eating at the Ponderosa's All You Can Eat buffet.  I really wonder what goes through her mind when she goes to places like that.  Does she really believe people aren't going to make fun of her?  She fought her at the party store on the corner of Osmun and Paddock ( the old Miller's store).  She beat her in the head with jars of baby food.

They have wiped her record clean, as a favor for her harassing me and making me look bad.  She is so miserable, she won't potty train her son, because when he is able to care for himself, she knows her husband will go back to being himself.  That means leaving home and not coming back for months and weeks at a time. She's so overweight, he knows she can't properly take care of him.  She told my mother the last month she thought she was pregnant again.  I shook my head, because if she is 350 pounds now, if she had another child, she could easily balloon to 400 with another pregnancy.  She doesn't care, like I said she has low-self worth and instead of working on losing weight, she takes the easy way and the most dangerous and tries to have another baby. 

Oh, and for the record, she is more psychologically capable of Stalking, and have stalked her husband.  He has littered his car with trash, followed him around Pontiac, chased him to Muskegeon.  When his house burned down mysteriously, her then boyfriends son swore that she did it, because after that he was homeless and his young children were forced to come live with her.  That sparked a custody war that lasted two years, because her husbands wifes family didn't like the fact that my sister went with their daughter/sister's husband while she was sick an dying.  It was like she was waiting in the wings for her to die, to step in her place and take over as their Mother.  I agreed with them, and I asked my mother when she was going to court with my sister, "What would you feel if that was her or me?"  She didn't have an answer.

Needless to say, her husband was so upset with the way my sister treated his children.  One day, he packed them up and after all the fighting he did to get them, drove them back from Muskegeon and gave them to their grandmother.  It was Poetic Justice, because it was his choice not to subject his children to my sister.  I agree with that, too.  Now she is fixing them Christmas Dinner, just in case DHS ask them questions about her.  Her own husband's actions speak for themselves, but I wonder if they have any information about her being a pedophile?  Hmmmm!

The Men of My Last 23 years

I started having sex when I was 17 with a guy I'd known for five years.  At 17 years old, that's a long time, since from 0-5 years old you don't remember much.  I'll tell you who he is later.  I want to out all the men that I've been involved with so that if you know them they can tell you all about me.  I am far from neurotic and even farther away from desperate.  I've listed all these men for Steve all ready, and he knows facts that I will not privilege you to.  I'm going to do this out of a need to not seem crazy, even though this might be crazy, it's the truth.  Like I said before, the truth stops here, but a lie would carries on.  I don't and won't pull any punches in an effort to clear my good name and rid myself of the stigma of being a woman who needs to stalk a man.  One of my old love interest just hit me up on Facebook and told me that I was doing good.  I won't mention him, because all we did was sit and talk for hours at a time.  He in his room and me in the bathroom.  I had two sisters and a nosy little brother.  That was the only place I could find peace!  Hey, Miguel! ; )

I'm going to start with the last, which was in 1996.  I told you that I've been celibate the last 14 years.  Nine of which I've carried a torch for Steve.  The men I had are as followed:

Pete Golden:  (September 1996 - November 1996)  Pete was 62 years old and I was 26.  He was a deacon at the church I attended Liberty Missionary Baptist Church, where he and his wife attended since its inception.  His wife had just passed away, and I was shocked at how quickly he wanted to begin a romance after her death.  He had another girlfriend that he acquired when his wife had become to ill to "perform".  Before then he would have affairs here and there, but not like this woman.  He took her on trips, family reunions and spent nights with her claiming over-time.  This woman was the cause of our demise.  When he had taken a break from me.  A break, because we still talked everyday, but an old man isn't like a young one.  He worked six days in the plant.  She wanted his money, and I can assume when she thought he had another woman she clamped down on the loving and the wallet.  We do that you know.  I discovered he was still seeing her.  I got drunk, went to his house, cussed him out and ended it.  He talked too much, anyway.  He was telling all the old men in church about our sex life. SMH

Jeff Kage:  (March 1995 - May 1996)  Jeff was my first White boy, and so sexy.  He was the first White man I've kissed, hugged or had sex with.  He had "Baby Momma Drama", though.  During our relationship, I discovered he had a daughter, whom he claimed, a son who at first he didn't and another child that "just happened".  His ex was serious about having him, and took every opportunity to give him a child that she could.  He was a hard working young man who was very responsible.  He took care of his children and their mother, even if he did tell me that he didn't want anything to do with her.  As I counted back the last two kids birthdays the coincide with a holiday or his daughter's birthday.  I'm just saying...  Jeff said that he wanted to hold on to me, because I was independent and didn't need him for anything and just wanted him.  Needless to say that he was pulled a 100 different ways and was absent far too much.  One day when I got tired of being "on hold" with him, I let me neighbors son answer my phone.  Jeff came over that night, tried to choke me to death, and it was over!

Jonathan "Jukie" Chambers:  (Summer 1991)  Now, Jon is the hardest, because although I only spent three months with him, the effects of this relationship is the one that haunts me.  First, his brother and sister began calling me a stalker when I discovered that it was his sister Pam helping my brother's "boss" deal his drugs.  Then I found out I was pregnant with his child.  A child I never had, but claimed I was pregnant with for a while.  A doctor's secretary called to tell me that I had to come get my "Proof of Pregnancy".  The doctor had told me that I wasn't pregnant, but he would still do blood work in case I'm not far enough along to tell.  After a baby never came to be, I went on a terrible down-turn that included a "hysterical pregnancy" of epic proportion.  This people said was my first delusional episode, but not to me.  When you are told something by a doctor, and gain 50 pounds, you want it to be true out of a need for all the stuff you went through to be for something.
When he married his wife she and her best friend tried to assassinate me with the people of Pontiac.  They are both a diabolical and miserable pair.  Since, his wife has him and after all we have been through, he still wants me back.  That's a testament of what she has, and her best friend married this man who abused her and left her in obscurity.  I remember going into Target and her telling her son to scream, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy".  I think the joke is actually on both of them, because they've found out the hard way what life is with a man.  It ain't all wine and roses, and just cause you got oe don't mean you'll keep him.  Don't mean he'll be all yours either.
With all of this Jukie never came to see about me.  It was his child that I wasn't carrying.  But his wife would show up at my job at Sears and try to flaunt their new son in front of me.  I just use to shake my head, because she obviously knows that her husband has some serious feelings here.  If she didn't why would she even think about me.  I could have told her that, because in all of her "husbands" quietness, he followed me around the summer of 1991.  You can ask my old ex-best friend about that.  I never had to guess where he was until his brother discovered I knew, and that I wasn't a crack head.  Then he was subjected to "Big Brother Peer Pressure" and began having affairs.  It took some of the biggest whores in Pontiac to get rid of me.  Wait, I saw him in church last month...He still ain't over me! (smile)

Andrew "Drew" Brown:   (various) Like all the men I will list I have known Drew Brown for years.  He use to play ball at Jefferson when I was a young girl of 11 and 12.  Oh, I don't have to tell you how I found him so very attractive and sexy.  That's my Baby; forever!  He's my teacher and such, and we all know what that means.  I finally gave in to him after seven years of being terrified of him.  Just the way he looks at you, you know that he has a few tricks for you. Mmmm...  Okay, let's move on.  Drew would never tolerate any form of disobedience or "hell raising" from me or any of his other women.  The others he claims not to have.  He came to see me this summer.  He had his number written on a piece of paper just in case I wasn't home.  Sadly, I'm not the 19 year old fool I use to be, and around her, there is no longer any "taxation without representation".  He had told me that he has fooled around with my ex-best friend in the parking lot on his job, anyway.  I haven't gotten over that.  So he gets nothing, and he knows why.  Growing up, sometimes means growing away.  I'm just saying...

Jimmy Sherrell:  (Summer 1990)  Jimmy was my second summer fling that ended with the turning of the leaves.  I had just got back from the Army, and Drew wasn't being attentive.  His girlfriend that he had since high school had found one of my letters from Texas.  He had went out of town to Chicago and she happened upon my letter and read it.  I don't know, maybe I put in my letter that I would be home the first week of August.  I'm not sure, but she sent me a nasty little letter ad he wouldn't return my calls when I got home. I had been with him, knowing about her all along.  When I got to Fort Sam Huston he allowed me to call him and I thought we were fine.  Then I met Jimmy, and started with hi, once Drew was MIA.   There wasn't much to Jimmy, and if you know him you know that's true.  I saw him at Food Basket earlier in the year and you know the drill...He took my number!  He didn't call though, Steve is more than stingy, and he don't share.

Lemarr "Roy" Craft:  I have to put him here, because he actually falls in between all of these men.  He was my boyfriend for almost three years.  It started in high school, and ended in around 1989 or 90.  He was the best boyfriend I ever had, mainly because we didn't have sex.  We would just ride around with his best friend at the time Nick and my best friend Ang (that's what he called her).  In high school we never led on that we had spent Saturday night together drinking beers and getting stuck in the woods when his car wouldn't start.  We just went around acting like we weren't important to each other.  We didn't even go to prom together, he actually took my worst enemy.  I don't know why I was involved with him like that.  He was my friend, but he cared enough to call me his girlfriend and come when I called.  He drinks too much and once fell asleep on his cousins floor sitting up watching TV.  Best friend, best times, best of most things.  One night Ang got a headache and I had to go with him alone.  Of course, since he was my boyfriend....
He and the next guy...Well...
Oh, Roy is Val Gross' cousin.  Ironically, when I was having lunch and dinner and getting roses from him, I was Roy's girlfriend.  I just found out they were cousins this summer, so I am not a skank...LOL

Rayfus "Pee Wee" Jones Jr.:  (Summer 1982 - Winter 1988)  Now I could put various dates on Rayfus section, because all through Jr. High and High School we "talked".  I met him at his grandfather's store o the corner of Luther and Motor.  We would go up there and play games.  This is Steve's biggest nemesis of all of the men I write about.  Rayfus was that guy you had to get over by growing through it.  I wasn't having sex in high school, and Rayfus was quite the "Ladies Man", and I later found out why.  Yes, I was with Roy, and one time they set me up.  Rayfus took me o a date and in the middle of it Roy called stranded.  Yeah, Roy had a car as I had mentioned, but for some reason he needed a ride the night of our date.  Rayfus and I were in his kitchen when he said, "Come on we gotta go get Roy."  Needless to say, my heart dropped to my stomach.
Roy was drunk of course.  He took the seat behind me and hit me in the head the entire ride home.  Needless to say, I didn't know it was a set-up all these years.  My brother just enlightened me to that fact a couple of months ago.  I never asked either one, although I have talked to Rayfus recently, I don't think it's even relevant 23 years later.  I carried a torch for him all through high school, while Steve carried a torch for me.  That's why Steve doesn't want me two feet from Rayfus, and walks the halls of the PPD asking Rayfus, "You got a mistress yet?"  Rayfus was recently married, but we all know Rayfus...  He was also in that Investigative Paper class with Steve and me.  Steve doesn't even know that I paid more attention to him and his daydreaming than I did Rayfus.  Well, I guess he knows now...LOVE ME SOME HIM!
Rayfus and I did our thing all summer long, when we ran into one another.  there's a lot to this story I could tell, but would rather not.  Long and short of it.  We both went to college, I met John, and when I got home for Christmas, I called him.  We hung out, but it wasn't the same anymore.  There is a thing I have that is weird, but sex is miserable without love.  I found that out with Rayfus, who was technically my first real lover. After I had met John and fell in love with him, I couldn't get into sex with Rayfus.  He didn't care, because he was having sex with his best friends girlfriend at that time, and anyone else he wanted...SMH

So that's them, and there isn't anymore in Pontiac.  I have had two drunken incidents, one at Wilberforce and one here.  I don't claim to be perfect, but don't don't except being called a Stalker.  I think I'm pretty and have had contact and friendships with some of the most infamous players in Pontiac and have brought a couple to their knees.  My being smart is a given and men wanting me a simple fact of nature.  I don't need to stalk anyone.  Just ask the wives and girlfriends of the men I've left behind.  Most of them hate to see me coming.  It ain't all about beauty, but the value you place on yourself and the worth you give your body.  I have allowed myself to be used, but even in those situations the men respected me, because they knew that they were being loved and taking advantage of me.

One at a time, and not in close cessation, you need to know who your "Baby's Daddy" is.  All this talk abut me wanting a bay and not being able to have one is nonsense, since I haven't been trying the last 14 years.  It's safe to say that I never really tried, because the men I was "with" never lasted very long.  I was never sorry enough or desperate enough to call a man over to trick him into having a child.  I never had enough sex with most of them for that to be a risk factor.  I can safely say, I'm good!

Oh, and ask Mommas, sisters, brothers, wives and girlfriends.  Most of them don't even know me like that.  I don't hound relatives to get a man.  Our relationship is our relationship, and since they won't be in the bed with us, they are all non-factors; Seriously.