by Gina Fournier
UNDER CONSTRUCTION. THANK YOU!
I’m still editing after initial construction in spring 2019. In order to polish a piece, I need to edit a lot and still need an outside editor. I publish while still under construction because I need accumulating actual mental torture to stop.
This defense attempts to correct the record. It requires an elaborate time structure (which requires an extra amount of very painful editing). And documentation when one is falsely accused of delusion, hallucination and psychosis. This is not a memoir. This is me still trying to save my life from retaliatory criminal (not forensic) psychiatry.
Since the spring and summer of 2019, when I first drafted this website, I’ve been filing rounds of Michigan Civil Rights complaints in response to current retaliation and harassment from my many attackers (school, police, Catholics, state of Michigan), as well as surviving. My complaints have been accepted and are still under investigation, delayed due to COVID. They are means toward possible legal redress, as I understand it.
October 16, 2019. Recently, I found evidence that the complainant and his wife lied under oath.
Newly elected in 2014, Booher’s term is up in December 31, 2020.
Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 repeated his lies so often, so daringly, he insured that his lies will be held against him in the public arena.
Or at least that I must try.
Like Democrats have no choice but to impeach Donald Trump, I have no choice but to defend myself and try to correct the record. I have no choice but to try and SAVE MY LIFE.
“I cannot go freely about my daily business.”
Horse shit.
He was worried about being held accountable for his own actions, not mine: “If I chose to go to another job, after this, then I have to explain why on Facebook it’s posted crooked cop.”
He drove his ATV and took his boat out regularly. He went about his daily business.
He lied up a storm.
“And in my request to the court, I’m asking her just to stay away from the front of my home and the north side, of which property I own, so that she doesn’t have access to directly yell, scream and yell at me. She would have to do it from her own property or somewhere outside of Lake Miramichi.”
I cried then on my own property, and I am still crying inside my rented apartment, not screaming at or harassing anyone on purpose.
Like movie makers, video game developer, slasher film producers and death metal music, I express my anger in metaphoric violent terms because I can’t keep it inside.
But I am not violent. I told the judge, there is no evidence of me being violent or anything this man is saying, but did she listen equally fairly?
The judge did not ask me to rebut on the complainant’s eight paragraphs of fabrications.
She switched procedures again.
COURT: “Alright. Ma’am this is your opportunity to ask him questions, based on the stuff that he has provided to me. Questions only, not statements, just questions that he can then answer. You have to ask questions about the stuff that he’s just testified.”
The burden of defense was put on me, guilty unless proven innocent.
When I questioned Lying Cop #2, doing my best lawyer impression, under difficult circumstances, he said he did not have any specific dates for me standing outside his house and screaming.
But she shut me down immediately.
ME: “Do you have any specific dates about me supposedly screaming at you, or standing in front of your house, which I claim never happened, for 30 minutes repeatedly. In your letter to the Court you say I constantly harass . . .”
I was probably going to finish with a question, when? But I was interrupted.
The court: “Okay hold on. Okay hold on, don’t . . .”
It was a charade of law to make two non lawyers play lawyer with my liberty.
I interrupted her right back.
ME: “Okay, so do you have any specific dates? You have a lot of Facebook dates, do you have any dates about specifics personally?”
Good recovery on my part.
Complainant: “No, I don’t have specific dates. I can say that it happens pretty much anytime I’m there, which would be 4th of July’s, Memorial Day’s but I don’t have the specific date, because I didn’t realize it would get this far.”
Wouldn’t a 30 year police veteran know to write down dates?
He kept track of Facebook through his daughter, supposedly, but a 30 year cop who has presumably written many police reports with specifics like dates did not keep dates.
Sounds like he wasn’t such a great 30 year police officer to me.
He didn’t keep dates because what he claims I did to him never happened.
I was not allowed to make statements when they would naturally occur.
It seems to me the Judge shut down my voice before I even got started, after letting the lying cop run on and on and repeat himself.
If I was standing in front of his house for an hour, no a half hour, as he claimed, he could have taken pictures, but the incident he described here never happened.
When was the last time you were harassed?
PETITIONER: “I would say, and this is not exact, it would be about 2 weeks ago.”
Which would mean mid April, when I saw the Lying Wife and some guy flying the drone, but not him.
We had never met or seen each other until court.
The Lying Cops did not winter up north.
This guy is a runaway liar.
“Do you have evidence that this happened?”
“My statement to the court is my evidence.”
That is not evidence.
Sounds like he was a really bad cop, to me.
Lying Cop #2 brought up my back taxes to cover his lies and lack of evidence.
And Judge Booher did attempt a kind of fairness, I guess, but she stepped on the complaint when he was answering a question, which was maybe confusing to everybody.
I was thrown off by the back taxes bit, which he did not bring up in his letter to the court.
Damn.
Everyone was thrown off and things became contentious. the Judge was probably realizing that she mishandled the case, the complainant was lying and had to know it on some level, I was thrown off by him calling the county about my back taxes, like he thinking of kicking me out my house and buying it. That’s what flashed through my head.
I pictured him stealing my house from me.
Lying Cop #2 repeated his biggest most painful lie: he called about my taxes, he claimed, because “you had threatened my children.”
Which makes no sense.
I should have refuted that claim with a questions on the spot that I was not prepared to ask, about his worst claim, about his children, but I was thrown off and indignant about him checking on my back taxes.
I should have asked, How old are your children? When did this happen? Exactly how? Who makes this claim? Why aren’t they here to testify?
This is evidence why those who know advise against going to court, where the unexpected feels like death because it is: you are faced with the horrifying death of your previous life and you aren’t a lawyer and don’t know what to say on the fly.
Why did the Judge let him repeat himself so many times? I will need to count how many times he repeats specific lies for the Judicial Tenure Commission complaint I must file, unless my fatal heart attack arrives first.
He mentioned Terry McCauley again in this rant.
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There was no evidence of me making posts threatening violence to anybody’s grown children or school employees.
Is anyone else going to parse the facts?
Judge Booher wasn’t interested in the facts.
It is so hard for me not cave in and blame myself for not presenting a better defense.
My next question was not the right one or a good one, but one I had prepared: “Have you made any complaints about me to the Lake Miramichi Property Owners Association?”
I should have been more specific and asked if he told the Lake Miramichi Property Owner’s Association about his outlandish claims of death threats.
I just got FOIA responses from the District Health Department #10, which includes his letter of complaint sent to the board.
No mentioned is made of death threats in a letter stamped received by the District Health Department #10 on January 25, 2017.
This letter was presented to the District Health Department #10 through the Lake Miramichi Home Owner’s Association board of directors.
It is clearly written by the complaniant.
No death threats are mentioned.
No death threats were made.
By this point, both the Judge and I had lost control to this abusive lying cop, but I scored some points, in my appraisal.
“How many dates did you call the police about me? Did you call the police about me Labor Day Weekend, 2016?”
“Uhm, my daughter called the police on you once, and it was concerning when you saying you wanted to die, you wanted to die, you were screaming a loud as you could you wanted to die.”
But again, he wasn’t present.
“My daughter actually called and was worried and asked me if she should call the police and I said yes, just have them check her and make sure she’s okay.”
No unnecessary unhelpful harassing police welfare checks are unaccounted for. I doubt a daughter called the police. Lying Cop is pathological. Clearly someone in the pain he described is not okay and clearly cops are not helpful to such a person.
I bet his daughter did not call the cops, though she could have using her mother’s phone.
But because I did not see other females, so I bet his wife called the cops and gave a fake address, lied, September 4, 2016.
Wanting to die is not the same as being suicidal, especially in my story.
I asked again: “What dates have you called the cops-how many times and what dates?”
Lying cop: “I’ve called the police one time and they refused to come.”
So that date could not have been September 4, 2016, not even using his wife’s phone, because the cops did come on that date.
Later in the transcripts the wife will also lie about this date.
But 911 Meceola Dispatch records provide a phone number, and the internet says that phone is the connected to the wife.
A cop calls the cops to say a woman is threatening to kill a cop’s children, and the cops don’t come? And he doesn’t know what date it was?
Then he contradicted himself and said he called the cops, “detectives” multiple times.
This man belongs in jail for perjury.
And I should be able to sue the crap out of him in civil court.
But I’m not a lawyer and haven’t I learned that court is to be avoided?
My best work as a pretend lawyer transpired when the cop had no dates for anything he did, like call cops and detectives. He did not jurisdictions or names.
Was he dumb or lying or both?
A detective was “amassing” a file on me, but the cops did not come when this guy called to say I was threatening to kill his children?
I certainly don’t know what police jurisdiction had a no respond order, as this guy claimed.
The judge allowed hearsay about the neighbor showing her bias.
I will need to do some sort of count and name violations when I complain to the Judicial Tenure Commission.
This guy couldn’t keep his story straight about how and when he called the cops because he was not relying on facts.
“What police jurisdiction is that?”
“Uh, my wife was told that.”
SO HIS WIFE CALLED THE POLICE. On any date other than April 5, 2015? I did not have the composure or view of the big picture to ask.
Judge Booher ignored all the twists and turns in his lies.
Inept or corrupt or both?
The judge wanted me to ask the wife later the same question, about her actions. A real lawyer would have an assistant or some trick to take notes and make sure they count, to make sure such a question is remembered and asked later.
I am not a lawyer.
Lying cop showing his hand. no question asked: “There, the, we also–we have three police jurisdictions that respond. My home is in Osceola, part of my property and her home, is in Mecosta, and we’ve also had troopers out.”
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Page 51 of 92. Terry McCauley and William MacQueen, my assassins, named by the lying cop on the same page when I asked additional prepared questions. Probably the most important page, if these transcripts and telling my story are going to help finally save my life.
“Have you ever discussed me with Oakland Community College cop, Terry McCauley?”
“I have not discussed it with him personally, I’ve written letters stating that I have been harassed by you up here, but I have never sat down with Terry McCauley discussing you or your case.”
What “case”?
“So have you ever, uhm, communicated with Human Resources director, William MacQueen, about me?”
“Yes, when I FOIA’d. That was the first time I met William MacQueen.”
Something told me to leave it there, that his statement was damning enough for the ppo hearing record.
So Lying Cop #2 supposedly FOIAs the school and the head of human resources responds?
I recently FOIAed the school.
Human resources did not respond to me.
A law firm responded to me.
Land of Motown Community College is dirtier than dirt.
They want to charge me almost a $1000 bucks to get the dirt on what information they gave Lying Cop #2 about me.
I have a copy of my personnel file, I think, deep in the vaults. Were the hack shrink reports put inside? I didn’t think so.
In any case, Lying Cop #2 admits he was told about the hack shrinks by the college under oath.
There’s no way these white collar whores should have shared that bogus defamatory information with Lying Cop #2.
I bet the complainant is lying about who surfed my Facebook posts in order to misrepresent them.
“Where were you when you read my Facebook page?”
“That was actually given to me by someone.”
“How did you access my Facebook page?”
“I didn’t.”
“How did you know I was posting on Facebook, minutes after I posted?”
“Someone who has been watching what you write about me, a member of my family accessed it, and it public record of course.”
Someone who did not appear in court to testify.
Is the family member who helped the complainant read my Facebook an adult child? the sane family member who supposedly through hearsay claims death threats? How much time did they spend daily watching me for how many days, weeks, months? Where? This person would need to defend such actions in civil court, if the Lying cop were to prevail, I presume. Can any ‘child’ of his honestly claim under oath I threatened their life? Convincingly?
The lying complainant could go about his daily business running a chain saw and many other motorized pieces of equipment.
He was afraid to run a chainsaw if he did see me, he suggested, which makes little sense.
“In a given weekend, how many times and how many minutes to claim that I’m supposedly doing these things to you?”
He never answered how many minutes I supposedly harass him directly at one time.
He used his white male sexist pig built up privileged and cop experience to not answer the question directly on purpose.
First, he played hard to get, like he did not understand a simple question.
“Is that through–“
“Like a pie chart, like 1/10th of the time, 9/10th of the time, 5 hours of the time, 3 minutes of the time, 10 seconds of the time?”
“Is that through a year and half or are you talking–“
The judge allowed him to not answer a clear key question.
“On one given weekend let’s say.”
Lying Cop #2 played psychiatrist and I want him jailed, where the other prisoners know he is a lying cop, say Jackson State Prison.
“I would say that you have episodes where you’re, and I don’t know the correct psychological terms, when you’re manic and it’s constant yelling–“
I objected. The Judge gently reigned him in.
“She has roller coaster emotional weekends.”
Writing tip: Avoid cliches. Use original language. Worst metaphor for a certain age speaker or writer? The roller coaster cliche.
Students used the roller coaster cliche anyway, and so did the petitioner.
And Judge says: “Okay.”
Not okay to gaslight me as the recipient of mental abuse, about which this horrible man knew.
Judge Booher is dirty.
I know it in my soul.
He continued: “And on those weekends–“
I did not reign him in to direct harassment allegedly directed at him, and neither did the judge.
“The question was how many minutes?”
“On those weekends, you honor, it is, she can scream for 12, 14 hours at a time.”
Respondent, me: (laughing) “Oh my god.”
“Until her voice is hoarse and some of those are directed at me, and some of those are just yelled to the lake or the wind. Uhm, and there are weekends when I come up and no, I do not have any contact with Ms. Fournier.”
He never had contact with me. We never eyeballed one another until court, I could not identify his form up close or from a distance.
How many weekends in a year?
How many weekends during the season up north?
Twelve weekends?
Previously (find specific points for Judicial Tenure commission) he said I harassed him constantly.
I want this guy jailed in prison for committing perjury and suicide gaslighting me with mental abuse under oath.
Judicial Tenure Commission, Judge Booher never demanded that he answer specifically about where and when a man I had never met had been supposedly harassed by me with no evidence except his testimony.
He continued: “I have not seen Ms. Fournier and there are a lot of those weekends. But, unfortunately, there are those where she chooses to direct her anger and her rage at me.”
JUDGE BOOHER: Okay, thank you.
The essential question was not answered and was avoided.
I needed to time to stop and review in order to ask questions to catch him in his lies, time I did not have, and did not know how to ask for from the Judge.
“If I could think of more questions to catch him in his lies, I would, but I’m not a lawyer.”
The Judge through this crazy legal tennis game back to the lying cop.
It was his show.
“Alright, then Sir, call your next witness please.”
Lying wife.
Transcripts are missing page 55.
I talked to the court reporter yesterday, October 11, 2019. I had to give Osceola county my Bay city address, about which I was not comfortable. Damn! i should have asked from them to use e-mail. I was multi-tasking the Michgian Civil Rights Commission and my new Q Link Phone. Safelink is the Devil from hell on earth. Thank you for the free Obama phone, which is very difficult to manage. Companies maximize profit, minimize customer services to a maddening degree. Hopefully, Q Link will be better.
A page of the lying wife’s testimony is missing.
I bet it was sent to me missing the page.
On purpose?
I don’t know.
In any case, it’s supposedly coming.
By snail mail.
Osceola County courthouse Theresa recognizes my voice by first name on the phone.
The Osceola County courthouse want to charge for the exhibits. Not every agency demands the extra hoop for filing out indigent forms in order to waive fess. Some do. Osceola County court is demanding extra hoop to obtain exhibits without charge, maybe. Extra couple of steps. More details, documents, files, to dos, delay.
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ADD PAGE 55 HERE
Page 55 arrived by U.S. Postal Service regular mail.
Ironically, now that I have proof that this witness lied under oath about calling the police September 4, 2016, page 55 is the page on which she swears to god not to lie, and to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
The wife lied plenty in the pages remaining.
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I need to double check Lying Cop’s claim about me claiming not to whip the bird, about which he makes a big deal, like whipping the bird equals a hydrogen bomb, or at least an automatic assault riffle.
I double checked. I did indeed claim I never whipped the bird at anyone. When the wife filmed me and I whipped the bird, my response was automatic and forgettable, no big deal. I didn’t think she pull a shitty person move, harass me, take my picture causally whipping the bird, and lie in court to say I was harassing her. I returned to wood collection, put my hands back on the wheelbarrow, continued to push the wheel barrow, and forget about whipping the bird, which is not illegal.
The picture of me whipping the bird was taken after I saw her filming me in the road minding my own business collecting wood to keep warm.
She initiated the harassment of me.
I remembered her taking my picture. I forgot I whipped the bird. I did not make death threats. I told her she was caught harassing me and to back off with a hand gesture, a hand gesture which I have used on occasion through out my life, never in association with violence.
Husband: “okay. She states in to the court, that she wrote to the Judge, that she has never, I’d like to quote, she has never stood in front of xxxxxx home and whipped the finger at anybody. Have you seen Ms. Fournier give you or your guests the finger?”
Wife: “Yes I have, multiple times.”
Husband: “Do you have pictures of those?”
Wife: “Yes I do, you’re holding them.”
Shuffling of pictures between three standing against me, including the Judge.
Husband: “Okay and where were those taken?”
Wife: “I was standing inside my, uhm, front room, living room, dining room window, I was standing there and she walked by with her dog off leash and that’s what in initiated this that day. Multiple times she walked by that day.”
I recall being shown one picture of me in my ugly hat next to the wheelbarrow and my dog Hunter standing on Miramichi Drive.
I was moving wood in a wheelbarrow from a vacant lot, where I had been harvesting down wood.
My activity had nothing to do with this broad.
Lying wife was covering up for their dog biting mine on my property, which only the wife witnessed.
It must have been spring or summer 2016. Hunter and I were walking around the little lake. We were passing a back driveway of the complainants’. All of a sudden her dog left their property and chased Hunter. A second dog from her property followed, and ironically, sided with Hunter. All three dogs ran around the corner, down the hill, to my property. I ran best I could. She got on an ATV and drove to my property to pull her dog off mine while her dog was biting mine around neck. The second dog seemed to be siding with Hunter, as it did not attack, too. After this point, I wanted nothing to do with this household because of stinky aggressive vibes growing up around the place. I told the wife then, before the bad blood started, that I would not walk my dog around The Triangle, as I called it, when they were there. To avoid them because they were dangerous and violent. I should have called the cops. That dog was a police dog, and it broke the thick fur on Hunter’s neck to draw blood. It was going for a kill.
Lying Cop protests many times that this event never happened, but he was not there.
I may have walked the dog around the Triangle after that point, which must have been before Labor Day Weekend 2016, though I don’t recall exactly when it happened, but doing so was not illegal.
Lying wife said the pictures of my whipping out an assault weapon, no whipping the bird, which I simply forgot, were all taken April 5, 2017, a month before the May 8, 2017 PPO hearing, contradicting the husband’s longer timeline for harassment.
It is not illegal to walk on the road and push a wheel barrow filled with wood one has gathered.
It is not illegal or harassing to take multiple trips to complete the task.
She started the harassment.
I interjected and asked: “Was I whipping the bird before you started filming me from inside your house?”
Judge Booher helped her not answer.
It wasn’t my turn to speak.
The Judge asked me a question out of turn: “Are those you and is that outside their residence?”
It was me. Same hat. My lumber jill hat. Not attractive but good at what it did: providing warmth and weather protection.
“After Ms. Fournier walked by for a while, she did come back and set up table, a sign and stood your home filming you and this for a period of time?”
Minutes less than ten. Maybe the same amount time the wife spent filimg me. Tit for tat.
I positioned my sign about Dr. Andrew Muzychka not evaluating me in the street in front of their house to make a connection between the past and present that I knew was a problem for me, and I was right.
Maybe my response was wrong, but I was only trying to save my life.
I don’t think my response to the wive’s perceived harassment of me was criminal.
I am forced to try and save my life.
So called welfare checks are dangerous. I needed Land of Motown Community College held accountable, not further protected.
The state through Bill Schuette and the Michigan State Police encouraged this situation to snowball.
I did not seek to harass these people.
Their dog bit mine, and the wife started filming me first for no good reason.
I did not block her driveway.
If she was afraid, I bet it was because she knew they were setting me up and may get caught.
Two pages of testimony ago, the lying wife said April 5, 2017 initiated the request for the ppo.
On that date, the complainant, her husband, who asked for the ppo was not around.
Here, when her lying husband asked if I had whipped the bird and filmed here before April 5, 2017, she lied and said, “multiple times, yes she has.”
HUSBAND: “Has she stood in front of your home, filing you and standing and staring at you in an intimidating fashion before?
Meaning before April 5, 2017.
WIFE: “Multiple times, yes she has.”
Neither the husband or wife can keep their fabricated timeline straight.
The next interlude husband and wife misrepresented occurred after April 5, 2017 and before May 8, 2017, contradicting the long term time frame asserted elsewhere.
“When I pulled in, I was on spring break for that week from school, uhm, and I got there about 6:00 in the evening. And it was a beautiful day that day and I wanted to take advantage of the weather, so I got out and I was blowing leaves under our pole barn. I hadn’t been there 20 minutes and uhm, we aren’t up in the winter at all and uhm, I was out there blowing the leaves and I looked up and Ms. Fournier was at the end the driveway of the pole barn, and screaming at me are you flying a drone and taping me and just screaming at me. I had only been there 20 minutes and here she is approaching my house, once again after not seeing almost not seeing her almost the whole winter of being up there.”
Here’s the drone again.
A guy in there backyard was flying a drone over my house. I don’t know when she arrived, but I know a guy not her husband (I don’t think piecing faces together after court) was flying a drone over my house from her backyard.
Lying Cop #2 brought it up in his letter to the court and his lying wife brought up in court.
I did not scream at her that day.
It was windy and she was using a leaf blower.
I spoke loud enough to communicate clearly to her while I stood on Miramichi Drive.
I took a video of the interlude because I was concerned and felt that I should document this woman, if she was ‘documenting’ me.
She started the photography. She used her camera as a weapon, so I needed likewise to defend myself.
If your neighbor starts shooting at you with a gun, you might shoot back (I don’t know you).
It is not illegal or harassment to approach a neighbor and ask a question.
She lied about the drone, and she called me a crazy bitch.
She didn’t scream or yell, but she called me a crazy bitch in voice loud enough for me to hear and for my camera to hear.
She used a hand symbol, too, not the bird, but the forefinger circling that says “crazy.”
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The Drone.
As if this story needed a drone.
Enter drone.
After the wife took my picture from inside their house while I was gathering wood, when I whipped her the bird from the road (but forgot about it), definitely before court, within the month of April, I noticed a drone!
I look up at the sky a lot, to watch clouds, birds, butterflies and stars.
Whatever week school vacation happened for her life, apparently, was when I first saw the drone.
A drone!
I have bad video!
Even the neighbor’s five year old noticed this drone eventually, it hung around our adjoining properties so obviously.
A drone buzzing and flying over my home.
I heard the thing before I saw it, every time. Very loud non-animal buzz.
I watched the drone land in their back yard.
Now what, I thought? Please do not call the cops on welfare checks and please do not take pictures of my property, I wanted to convey, needed to convey.
I walked to their house and stayed in the road on Miramichi Drive because the wife and one dog was such a hostile freak.
Any other neighbor, I would have entered their property.
The wife was out front blowing leaves.
I asked her from the road if her husband worked for the college, because Jim, the neighbor, wasn’t sure which school it was and I was forced to sleuth. I figured, improvising, that I would double task.
She said yes, he worked for the community college, and called me a crazy bitch when I asked about the drone.
She used that hand symbol with a pointed index finger circling the side of her head near her ear.
I had asked her about the drone that did indeed exist.
She pretended there was no drone.
Ironically, she was acting insane, delusional.
She was lying, badly, if you ask me.
There was a white guy.
I don’t think it was Lying Cop #2 (putting faces together after the fact of meeting the guy), but some white guy was operating a drone quite obviously in reality behind her house.
With rises and falls in the land, from the street and my property, I could see this guy.
The guy may have owned another nearby property.
Another nearby property appeared to be friends with the Lying Cops.
From walking dogs one sees a lot.
Ask any dog walker.
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These people have no idea what the neighbor Jim, my next door neighbor, told me about them. He wasn’t sure where Lying Cop worked exactly.
But they were very consumed with reading people’s minds and misspeaking for others, which the Judge allowed, and they were consumed with the lying cop’s status as an employee of Land of Motown Community College and when I allegedly found out.
I found out when the wife told me during her spring break the day I first saw the drone, about two weeks before the May 8, 2017 PPO hearing.
When he talked to me August 30, 2014, Jim stressed them buying up empty lots. He was a super nice guy who did not speak ill in general, but about these people he suggested a certain, well, greediness or aggressiveness in their land acquisition.
This woman and I had very little contact; I did not ask her “many times” anything because we had minimal contact.
WIFE: “Yes out neighbor, I don’t know his last name, Jim, which is Gina’s neighbor, is the one that had admitted he had slipped and told her you were an Oakland Community College employee.”
HUSBAND: “So there was no reason for her to come to your property, ask these questions in a screaming manner, while video taping you.”
WIFE: “Just–“
HUSBAND: “She already had that knowledge?”
Does a white man’s dick read a woman’s mind?
Vulgar, I know.
So is perjury.
WIFE: “Absolutely, she just wanted to confirm it.”
At this point in Judge Booher’s circus of a court room, Lying Cop #2 was questioning his own lying wife, playing lawyer.
It was ridiculous.
I was told not to speak over others, so how could I object to the manipulation of facts, three against one as a non lawyer?
HUSBAND: “Uhm, since Ms. Fournier was served with a PPO, with a request for the Court for the PPO, has has posted Youtube videos concerning using the XXXXXX name and stating that they are harassing and lying.”
They were harassing and lying.
I posted on Facebook the court papers.
Damn right, I did.
HUSBAND: “Now you’ve also taken videos of, on your phone, of her going by, standing for–“
WIFE: “30 minutes.”
HUSBAND: “20, 30 minutes.”
Bastard tried to mitigate lying wife’s answer because he knew they were lying.
I swear, to my knowledge, it’s not possible they have video of me doing what they say for how long they say I did it. I can’t imagine what this woman, a proven liar, could possibly be talking about having recorded on her phone.
No video tape was shown in court.
The Judge didn’t bother.
Confusion about lack of video equipment ensued.
The judge set aside the issue of lack of evidence and then forgot about it.
THE COURT: “Alright, let’s do this, I’m going to hold off on that right now until I hear the, until hear her side, if I need to take that into consideration, what we”l have to do is figure out a way to watch that.”
Page 62 of 92 and we have not heard my side yet.
No evidence to support the main claims of danger, fear and unlivable harassment for a PPO was ever presented, and no video was watched.
The lying husband did not have evidence, so he brought up irrelevant character smears.
I wondered out loud on Facebook where in the hell these people from hell came from all of a sudden. I wasn’t delusional and didn’t think the school bought their house, but I questioned the depth of possible and probable inappropriate connections between this couple and the school after Labor Day weekend 2016.
The husband returned to the couple’s fabricated presentation.
HUSBAND: “When Ms. Fournier’s standing in front of your home and she’s video taping you and you’re alone up there, do you feel scared?”
He purposely misrepresented April , 2017 harassment initiated by his lying wife into a pattern that did not exist and for which there was no evidence presented to the Judge.
WIFE: “Absolutely, I’m sacred to death.”
Nonsense.
During her 30 year career as a cop’s wife, presumably, is this the most scared she’s been? I should have asked, pages later, when I was allowed, but I am not a lawyer, and I was working alone.
The lying wife managed to be more annoying than the lying cop husband, which is quite an accomplishment.
Intellectually, I am not surprised by an aggressive criminal white male cop in Michigan.
His lying wife?
Strains my grace.
Makes me lose my forced white Jesus religion, which I shed decades ago, before the rat bastard raped me.
White Jesus rape me?
Sure as shit, white Jesus Rape her, too, state of Michigan, doubly hard, says my proud white trash voice. (edit later figure out a better way to express my special hate for this woman and what it takes to work through hate due to her criminal harassment of me)
Lying wife became confused by her own lies. Regarding videos she took of me on her phone: “I only have one thing of the Labor Day weekend when she was in our driveway . . .”
I WAS IN NEVER IN THEIR DRIVEWAY, not on April 5, 2017 or Labor Day 2016.
She did not take videos of my on Labor Day, I don’t think.
She said April 5, 2017 is when she took my picture, not Labor Day 2016 weekend.
Labor Day 2016 weekend is when she lied about calling the police!
So-called welfare checks are dangerous!
Next to the name anonymous, and a bogus nearby street address, there is a phone number on the 911 Meceola dispatch report for September 4, 2016, Labor Day weekend. When I received the report in August 2019, through FOIA, I called it. A woman answered. I bet it was her, and . . . . (latest information, October 2019) Google says I am correct!!!!
In addition, official phone company records can corroborate that the number is registered to the lying wife.
“Uhm, I never thought that we’d have needed to tape this and when I was up there that past April 5th, is when things escalated. . .”
April 5 was a month before court May 8, undermining the longer time line claimed elsewhere.
These people didn’t like my dog off leash because their dog could not be trusted to stay on its property, and they wanted to own the roads as well as land.
The wife was on a roll, spewing rehearsed lies, I’m guessing from clues like “in our driveway. Not in our driveway, but on the public road, private road, standing there. . .”
Lake Miramichi is a private lake, not a public access lake. Outsiders are strongly discouraged through a few of signs, though I never saw cops until Bill Schuette sent the Michigan State Police to harass me, November 19, 2015.
Lying wife continued in a long speech: “. . . My thing was, is she had her dog off leash, that’s what I was really taping was the dog off leash, because I wanted to show the Association that, I feel that she’s doing this to get my dog to, entice my dog to come after her dog . . .”
Her dog had already run off the property after my dog.
When the lying husband was not around.
Lying wife spiel: “. . . She saw that, she walked past me and she saw that . . .”
What?
Lying wife spiel: ” . . . you know, she had her dog off leash walking past my house. Once she saw that, as soon as I saw that, I did grab my phone to tape her, the dog was off the leash. She walked past, she grabbed her dog by the collar, turned around, proceeded back to walk him home and gave me the finger like and that’s what started it.”
April 5, 2017.
Maybe she worked her deck during her spring break, later in April 2017.
I took pictures of their Proud to be an American Sign, but not while they were there.
Lying wife same spiel: “Throughout the day, uhm, I was out there, our garage deck is leaking and I was tarping it and I’m out there and I’m just laying tarp down and I just happened to look up and here she is standing at the end of our driveway talking pictures. I mean, I just look up and here I am, she’s standing right there, it scare the heck our of me, I’m alone.”
Which is what she did to me from inside her home while I was in the road.
She was okay taking pictures of me, that wasn’t supposed to scare me, but the reverse scared her?
I was alone, too.
But I don’t think this incident happened.
I stayed away from this freak.
She’s not in my tribe.
I simply did not want these people calling the police for dangerous welfare checks, did not want them flying a drone over my house and taking pictures, or having their dog attack mine. So I needed to try and communicate with them.
My guess is that since I did post online like a reporter, sleuthing the act of my active murder, because I have felt, reasonably, that I could actually be murdered at any time after November 19, 2015, that she made up this incident.
Which is why it came out during a long spiel, like diarrhea, almost uncontrollable.
She acted just like a cop planting evidence.
Here, Judge Booher allowed Lying Cop to question lying wife about what their children supposedly experienced.
I tried to object.
Judge Booher blatantly allowed damaging hearsay.
Why couldn’t or wouldn’t their apparently grown children (“son in law”) testify for themselves?
WIFE: “Yes, I have two daughters that love coming up there to the cottage, and really ever since last year . . .”
When?
“. . . my one daughter, Ms. Fournier verbally abused her one day, telling her I believe like, all cops kids should die.”
Me: “I object to that, I thought we weren’t going to engage in hearsay.”
Witness: “That’s not really hearsay.”
What would a lawyer say?
Here’s what the Judge said: “Okay, you can, I do want to focus on what–okay what has happened between the two of you, but you can give me, I will allow her a little bit of leeway to talk about what the effect has been on other family members wanting to come up. I don’t need to hear about–“
Lying wife couldn’t wait to cut off the Judge and start lying again.
“–so they are afraid because of engagements with Ms. Fournier when they’re there.”
Complete fabrication.
I never saw two females who might be daughters on their property and never engaged ghost daughters.
~ * ~
Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 brought up Terry McCauley and William MacQueen again.
Lying husband asked lying wife if she ever spoke to them about me.
She said no.
It doesn’t matter that lying wife had no contact with those two monster sexist crooks.
Lying husband said he did.
~ * ~
My turn to play lawyer, which I was not, and to question the complainant’s lying wife, page 66 of 92.
THE COURT: “Ma’am, you may ask her questions, questions only.”
Questions only questions means I could not draw conclusions, make connections, reveal contradictions, support my claim with analysis about how these people were lying without evidence.
The judge did not take time to draw conclusions, make connections or unearth contradictions before she gave her ruling either.
And she didn’t watch any videos.
For three pages of testimony, I asked the lying wife, who for me was a hostile witness, questions to establish that I was walking down the road with Hunter pushing a wheelbarrow collecting wood when she started filming me, she says because of Hunter being off leash, which is not proof for their claim of needing a PPO for harassment.
She started filming me, and I was not whipping the bird until I saw her filming me. I was not yelling, harassing or stalking. Hunter was not walking on her property. We were walking in the road taking care of own business. She started the altercation, a fact which the Judge ignored.
ME: “Alright, so you started filming me on Wednesday April 5th?”
WIFE: “Correct.”
No video was shown in court, but lying wife said she started filming me a month before the May 8 court date.
I had not been harassing these people for a year and half, or at all.
The husband and wife knew they were lying.
They came prepared to lie.
The wife testified about filming Hunter off leash and I just happened to be in the picture.
I had to ask a simple question multiple times before I got a simple answer.
ME: “You were the one who started filming me?”
Lying wife: “Yes, I filmed you when you were walking by with the dog off the leash, yes.”
We went back and forth.
She wanted to focus on the dog off leash and my whipping the bird and ignore the fact that she started filming me when I was not engaged in any act of harassment.
The lying cop husband was allowed to play prosecuting attorney and interrupt to play supportive husband: “Asked and answered, you honor.”
Even the court reporter became tired and started making errors.
Judge: “It is correct, that has questions has been asked and you can testify later in regards to what was going on. Just ask her questions and just one time.”
It was ridiculous to have me as defendant ask questions and then wait until later to remember to comment on answers that I was unable to prepare for before court.
There must be legal language to describe this quagmire.
I asked: “I was not giving you the bird when you started filming?”
Lying wife told the truth finally: “No.”
Judge Booher ignored the relevancy of this response.
ME: “Do you have any other proof for your claims that I have been whipping the bird or screaming at you or any of your family?”
WIFE: “I do have it on a flash drive and I do on my cell phone, yes I do.”
No video of me screaming or any video was shown.
ME: “I would want to see that, because I am not aware of any existence of it. Did you, or anyone you know, call the police on me Labor Day Weekend, 2016, the past Labor Day weekend?”
BIG TIME LYING WIFE: “No, you’ve asked me that multiple times, Gina, and I told you, we did not call the State Police or the police, Labor Day weekend.”
I asked because I knew she was lying, and I see now for the first time she was also purposefully gaslighting me, too.
Now I realize why this moment, which I can still hear, hurt so much.
She used my first name, used a patronizing voice and knowingly lied, knowing my past being mentally abused by the school to make me doubt my own experience.
According to 911 Meceola Central Dispatch an anonymous caller using the phone number 1-56-212-1521 called and gave an address on Modoc Trail that does not exist.
of the witness. She said under oath her daughters were not up north that weekend.
I did not see other females on her property ever that I recall other than Jeanette
with the well once much later.
A simple Google search returned results that confirm my suspicion.
It matters.
Wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 outright lied, to 911 on September 4, 2016, about her address and about my behavior.
She lied to me that day when I asked her, from the road.
I asked her just so I could ask her not to call the police on so called welfare checks and so we could talk one to one, which she blocked by lying, as I felt strongly she was doing.
Wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 outright lied in court under oath.
Did someone used her phone to call the police? Another female, or was it her?
I know it was her.
She said the daughter/s was/were not there that weekend.
Lying husband said he called the cops and they did not come out, so it could not have been September 4, 2016, when the cops did come out.
Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 outright lied in court under oath.
Why not simply give her name to the police?
Why give a fake address?
Well, I don’t know exactly why, but I know she was up to no good.
She boldly loudly person-ably lied under oath.
Doesn’t that matter?
Results for the number name the lying wife, just I a suspected.
I found a second source to verify the first source.
The name and number match.
You must convict! Her!
I went to jail for this woman’s lies!
ME: “Do you have the dates that you called police on me?”
BIG TIME LYING WIFE: “I called the police on you April 5th. That’s the only time I have called the police on you.”
I have FOIAed the Michigan State Police for this report.
We are hassling over FOIA costs.
I am trying to save my life before I run out of money, which is happening so soon I can barely sleep without bad dreams.
I should have asked a better question, like what exactly did you tell the Michigan State Police on April 5? Did you complain about the dog? Me whipping the bird after you began filming me?
ME: “And the, did the police visit me that day?” (April 5)
WIFE: “No they did not, I didn’t ask them to come and visit you.”
You called them, they came out, but they did not visit me. Did you ask them to not visit me? Did you tell them I put my “I was not seen by Dr. Andrew Muzychka 2.22.2013 sign” in the road and made my own film in response to your film?
To me, her actions on April 5 confirmed that she lied about September 4, and I was correct.
What did you tell them that they came out on that day, but did not visit me?
FOIA records will be redacted, but will still hopefully fill in more of the puzzle of my murder.
Appeals are possible, but require money and a lawyer.
It is not easy to get a lawyer to listen to you, not with a story like this one.
Why didn’t the state police visit me, if I had supposedly been making death threats and everyone was so afraid of me?
The state police did not visit me until they arrested me.
~ * ~
For some reason, I felt rushed, I recalled, like I needed to cover my list of prepared questions before the Judge cut me off, which she did, how many times? Will I need to count for my complaint to the Judicial Tenure Commission?
ME: “Okay, have you or–okay, your husband said that you’ve made complaints about me to the Lake Miramichi Owners Association.”
I wasn’t allowed to finish my question.
BIG TIME LYING WIFE: “Not about you, I’ve made complaints about the dog off the leash.”
I make death threats, supposedly, allegedly, but they don’t want the state police to question me, and they only complained about my dog off leash to the homeowner’s association?
Her answer was a lie, according to District Health Department #10 FOIA results, which included the letter sent by the Lying cops to the association, and it contradicted her argument about me in general.
Why would these people only complain about the dog off leash to the lake association if I was really making death threats and screaming at them all the time?
~ * ~
Lying wive’s answer are also contradicted by the April 5, 2017 Michigan State Police report I just obtained through FOIA.
Compared to her testimony, her claims to Brittany Campbell show many discrepancies and falsehoods.
Bias by the Michigan State Police is evident.
I did not “create issues on purpose.”
I had a purpose: to save my life from criminal mental abuse and state retaliation.
The lies and contradictions in the meat of the report are plentiful.
Under oath Lying wife said things started on April 5, but she told Brittany Campbell a more elaborate story, with a more drawn out and detailed timeline, detailed with fabrications.
For example, she lied and misled about the dog incident.
Her dog bit mine on my property.
Lying wife did not say under oath that I interacted with her daughter the week of April 5, 2017.
She made up the detail and that timing.
Here, Lying wife said I stayed on the road.
Under oath the lying couple said I stood in their driveway.
It matters.
Do the police have any clues about civil rights?
It does not make sense to suggest that I could be violent just because Lying husband worked at the college.
Brittany Campbell avoided getting my side of the story.
I stood outside waiting for her, but she took off in the opposite direction.
Why automatically trust Lying wife?
~ ~
I switched gears.
I wanted to finish my list of prepared questions.
I asked about the dog card.
She denied sending the card using the same voice she used to Gaslight me.
This woman is a confirmed liar.
I want a handwriting sample from this woman.
I bet she sent that dog card post April 5, 2017.
I was outside all the time.
The land was hilly with great vistas.
I heard and saw a lot standing on my own property and in the public road.
Lying wife drove out and came back April 5, when I was outside working my wood.
I bet she went to the post office and mailed that card, and maybe the letter (allegedly) from the lake association, too, about my signs but not my past dues owed.
Although that guess is a stretch, why not impersonate the lake board if you think they aren’t taking action, and you know no one listens to this woman, me?
~ ~
What a mess.
~ * ~
ME: “Did you send me this greeting card?”
I had to ask.
ESTABLISHED LIAR WIFE: “No I did not and if you think it’s the same person with the handwriting, why would you ask me that because I’m not even on the board, I don’t have anything to do with the Association.”
Sounds like a kid on the playground arguing with another kid.
ME: “I would ask you that because I believe, uhm, that you’ve been dishonest and that you may still have sent this card, because no one else has ever complained to me about my dog being off leash.”
She did not complete her sentence about handwriting analysis, which I had discussed on Facebook as documented my concerns because I felt I must to protect me and my story.
They spent a lot of time on the dog leash issue which they did not apparently pursue with the police.
~ * ~
Lying wife almost out lied her husband.
But I want to be fair.
I was wrong about the Proud to Be an American Sign being a hard sign.
You see. I never went on their deck and touched it.
I knew I was right about the big picture of these two, but I was wrong when I guessed the physical make up of the sign from afar, while standing in the public road.
I thought from the road it was metal or wood.
The Proud to Be American sign.
My list.
ME: “You had a sign on your house, proud to be an American, which perhaps co-incidentally, perhaps not, was in some way removed from your house, like the day after I got the letter from the Lake Miramichi Property Owners Association, saying my signs were in a, that my signs had to be taken down. Are you no longer proud to be an American?”
WIFE: “You know what, that is funny that you mention this, because I was there, like I said doing spring cleaning, and I was on my break. Somebody brought it to my attention that that flag was tattered, so I took that down probably the day before and burnt it, the flag was tattered.”
She was alone that week, she testified.
It was the week of her spring break.
Who told her the flag was tattered?
I am suspicious of this liar’s words.
I found a picture I took of the flag.
It was material.
I was wrong about that.
I want to be fair and honest.
But it wasn’t a regulation flag that required burning.
Why take it down and burn it?
I don’t recall asking her, but I did ask her according to the transcripts: “Was it an American flag that requires burning? Was it an official American flag?”
Proven liar wife: “No, but I just burned it. But it is a flag. It wasn’t a sign.”
The flag does not look tattered in the pictures, not at all. Not faded or tattered.
She took it down, I bet, because she wrote the letter posing as the neighborhood association and then realized that she too had posted a sign without getting permission first.
I bet.
I could be wrong.
I could be right.
I am going to formally contact the Lake Miramichi Board then secretary. Ask her is she wrote the letter, or if anyone on the board wrote that letter, also mailed April 5, 2017, like the anonymous dog card.
No one from the neighborhood association ever talked to me about taking down my civil rights protest signs!!!!!
Which I thought was odd.
ME: “Your Honor, I’m composing my thoughts, trying to get at how I’m going to ask the questions that are going to reveal the lies from this couple, but I’m not a lawyer and so I am stalling while I think. Because, what I have seen here today is so–I would say it’s comic, except it’s tragic. because the line is so over the top. Could I ask you a question, You honor?”
Judge: “Not at this point, let’s try to get through this Witness.”
Lawyers aren’t allowed to ask the Judge a question?
Or was it me she wanted to silence?
I rebounded.
ME: “Alright. Who is the family member that’s watching my Facebook page so closely that they are printing out copies of my Facebook page minutes after I post them?”
Lying wife: “Do I have to answer that?”
Is this fucking America? (edit later)
She was willing to talk about ghost daughters and death threats, but not ghost daughters and Facebook?
Suspicious.
Judge: “Actually, you brought them in, they were brought in as evidence, so I would say yes.”
Life wife answered “her daughter.”
I should have asked if it was the daughter who claimed death threats.
I asked the wrong next question.
The daughter/s should have been there to speak for herself/themselves and make clear which ghost daughter each was, Facebook and/or supposed death threats ghost daughter.
I should have asked, why isn’t you daughter here to speak for herself?
And why does a cop and his wife think their hearsay should be enough to take away my liberty?
But instead I was thinking about the odd timing of the Facebook posts presented, my Facebook posts, hot off the press, minutes after they’re posted.
Me: “How does your daughter know that I have posted? I mean some of these printouts are minutes after I have posted.”
My earlier question to the judge, which she forbade and silenced, may have been about the missing witnesses and missing evidence.
Lying wife: “That would be a question for my daughter.”
Judge Booher: “I was going to say, I will sustain that objection, she doesn’t know what her daughter knows, so you can’t ask her that.”
But Judge Booher allowed the lies from the husband and wife about alleged death threats made to the “daughter”!
I don’t even know if they really have children!
Spawn of these devils, are their adult children hooved?
Thank you, Madge.
ME: “And you don’t know, you don’t know what Jim knows either and you don’t know what Jim told me, so let me see if there’s a question. When did you–I’m concerned that these people have a lot of inappropriate relationships going on, in addition to gross lying.”
Judge: “Well, hold on Ma’am, let me just–
She had long lost control.
If I used “ma’am,” I had lost control and was getting pissed off.
(Interrupting the Judge) ME: “Ma’am did you talk to Jim?”
Then the court, the judge interrupted me again and went back to Facebook.
The judge asked me a question, about my Facebook, not about why the ghost daughters weren’t their to speak for themselves.
Judge: “–Ma’am, hold on just a second. Is your Facebook page open to the public?”
Is the Judge slow as well as dirty? (edit later)
ME: “Yes it is.”
Judge: “Alright, so I could go and look at your posts?”
Me: “Right, but most, you know, it’s very, it could be coincidental, but it’s very strange that people are there the second I’m there.”
Judge: “Right, but Facebook has a way to keep that from happening.”
Not if people are surfing without identifying themselves!
The Judge was wrong. The judge was biased. The judge was inept.
My Facebook page is public in search of justice and to try and save my life, although the effort hasn’t worked.
Drone again.
I got lost in the weeds.
But lying wife established that her son in law was a drone operator, but he was “gone.”
ME: “Do you operate a small plane, which could be considered a drone, from your backyard?”
Lying wife: “No I do not.”
ME: “Does anyone you know at XXXX operate a small little plane from your backyard?”
Lying wife: “Nobody that lives at XXXX has a drone. My son-in-law; he does that as his job.”
ME: “Has he ever done it at your property and over my property?”
Lying wife: “He’s never done it over your property, no.”
ME: “Has he ever done it the Lake Miramichi area?”
Lying wife: “Oh I’m sure he’s came here to practice, but he’s never done it over your area.”
How would this woman know where her son in law flew his drone?
Did she plan ahead and take care to say my “area” instead of property?
ME: “Did he do it the week you were up, the week of April 5th?”
I meant to say the next time she was up, mid April, spring break week, she called it, in her testimony. But she answered, perhaps, as if she understood what week I meant.
Lying wife: “Uhm, no, he was gone. I was there by myself.”
“Gone” but he had recently been there?
When I asked if the drone contained a camera, the Judge cut me off and showed her bias or ineptitude or both.
My question was relevant because I was trying to prove my innocence and their suspicious if not harassing behavior.
Judge: “I was going to say, tell me why it’s relevant, she has already stated that it’s never been flown over your property, he wasn’t there.”
Judge, you are not a good judge.
And I think you’re unethical.
And it matters!
I was tired at this point, tired of the Lying Cop’s bullshit, tired of dirty Judge Booher, tired of the court room with pictures of only white male judges staring down at me.
I did think it possible that the Land of Motown Lying cops were spying on me.
I did not speak my mind clearly under pressure.
ME: “I’m trying to establish the fact that she’s not a credible witness because she lies. Because there has been just this little plane, and I don’t think they’re spying on me, I was just causally asking because I wouldn’t want someone to film my property, not that I think they’re spying on me.”
I lost my gumption, loss helped by Judge Booher slanting the court room and lying wife gaslighting me.
Judge Booher contradicted herself within one sentence: “Okay, but you have to establish the fact that plane is owned by them, or that somebody they know . . .
I DID. Son in law.
THE COURT continued: ” . . . and she’s told you no, that that plane has no went over your property.”
NO! She said her son in law sometimes flies a drone in the area.
How would she know where?
ME: “Okay. I have talked–has your son in law ever mentioned talking to me as we’ve both met walking dogs around the little lake?”
Lying wife: “No, I’ve never even talked to my son-in-law really about you. he’s never, never.”
ME: “Ironically, I think that’s the only person that I’ve ever talked to from these people and it was a pleasant conversation.”
Before I could think to ask another question, like, critically, what do you mean your daughters are afraid of me, but you have never really talked to your son in law about me, the Judge cut me off, as I think I sensed she was going to do if I got close to the lies being thrown around by these two clowns.
If I was such a death threat and her ‘daughters’ did not want to visit, why wouldn’t she talk to her son in law about me?
The Judge: “Do you have any further questions?”
The Judge was hostile to me by this point, in tone and demeanor, and her interjection is the kind of thing to knock me off my train of thought, especially after so many years of institutional gaslighting and the high stakes of the situation.
ME: “I can’t think of any other questions . . . “
Not without a recess, legal degree or assistant.
ME: ” . . . I’m trying to get a question that will catch this woman in her lies, but I haven’t–“
Lying husband interrupted.
ME: ” . . . done it.”
Lying wife unreliable witness was excused by the Judge right as she was about to blow open the network of lies being told by these horrible-acting people.
~ * ~
Then, on page 78 of 92 pages of transcript, I was suppose to be my own witness and question myself, or something ridiculous.
Page 79 of the 92 page transcript, and I got to speak in my defense.
What else can I say but that the Lying Cops were lying?
“I’ve never done these things. The reason I wanted to bring up the context is, on occasion I do scream and cry inside my home. And I do scream and cry on my property, which is, as they suggested, 150 feet away. I’ve never counted it. But I have never screamed at them, which is the important difference. I have no record of violence. I have no real record of mental illness. I have a record of being tortured” by the school.
but I wanted to use the language I heard from the Lying Cops.
bit my dog on my property! He was talking with his overblown white male cop cock and the Judge allowed it! (edit later)
Judge Booher used her former prosecutor’s techniques against me.
THE COURT: “I understand that there’s an issue and your concern regarding the Community College, but I want to only focus on whether or not I should grand a personal protection order based on your actions toward these people.”
My alleged actions.
Lying cop #2 called me delusional in the letter he wrote to the court, which the court sent me, which the Judge ignored.
Judge Booher ignored that harassment of me by the complainant.
How convenient.
representing my shit life.
Lying Cop #2 brought up Howard Friedman, the Terminator, hack shrink #2, from December 2012!
There is no way the school should have released that information.
Did his daughter the one I did not threaten find it on Facebook?
Lying Cop#2 harassed me!
His words and actions are still harassing me!
And to close Judge Booher invited the complainant to repeat his lies.
Lying cop #2: “I can’t go about my daily life.”
Lying Cop #2: “We haven’t allowed” the school “stuff, but there’s a history of people that she gets upset against, that gets railed against, on constantly, more and more and more, and if I don’t have any protections, it’s just going to get worse.”
Judge Booher asked no questions at the end, as if she was not thinking in an unbiased fashion about the claims she heard.
She saw one picture of me whipping the bird.
The lying wife said she started filming me first.
There was not enough evidence to grant the Lying cop’s wish.
Judge Booher said something earlier about seeing the other evidence the Lying Cops supposedly asked.
I asked to see more evidence.
Judge Booher let the matter drop.
She wasn’t worried about facts or evidence.
Little in this world worthless me: “The only evidence we’ve seen today, they initiated the harassment.”
The judge disagreed.
I had tried to make clear that these people had not communicated to me any notion they felt harassed before requesting the PPO.
I was unsuccessful.
Booher tore into me so badly she did not make sense about whether or not she thought I entered the Lying Cops’ property or stayed in the road.
She ignored that actions I claimed the complainant and his wife took against me, chiefly lying.
No video tape was shown.
Walking past someone’s house is not harassment.
I had been walking past that house for a decade.
The Lying Cops were not afraid of me and were not prevented from doing anything.
Getting flowers from me is not dangerous!
Booher ran out of the courtroom, I swear.
Dangerous flower giving?
I would rather be dead than be me in this story.
It never ends.
“This is a travesty of justice,” I squeezed in, holding back tears.
Judge Booher: “I’m going to expect that you stay away from these people, Ma’am.”
I had been staying away from them already.
“I’ve only been on the public road, so I can’t walk on the public roads?”
Booher was in a hurry to leave.
“Stay away from their sight.”
“Within their sight? I can be on my own property and be within their sight.”
I continued: “I need to be clear, I mean, can I never leave my home? How am I going to walk out of my home?”
Judge Booher, may she be penalized for her bias: “You may need to seek legal advice, Ma’am.”
I was seeking legal advice, but the woman literally ran out of the courtroom and cut me off.
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I am not dangerous.
I have not become dangerous because of bogus criminal mental health care turned torture and terror by the state of Michigan.
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The husband and wife team responded to day lilies with court action.
That’s hostile.
That’s nutz!
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This personal protection order granted May 8, 2017, says I was not to post a “message” to the complainant online.
I never did.
The law is some tricky shit with mostly grey areas opened to interpretation.
Unfortunately, the blue piece of paper I was given in court did not list the complete relevant law, which I did not realize.
The last line of the law online says not to “message” the complainant’s family, which the blue sheet did not say.
I named The Lying Wife once in panic Tweet when she drove past me smiling smugly one day later in the summer.
I was not seeking the woman and certainly did not “message” her.
She wasn’t required to secretly follow my Tweets online.
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The personal protection order decree seemed to say in between the lines: be completely quiet about your story, of which Land of Motown Community College made himself a part by lying, trapping me in a 2 against 1 game, and setting me up for county jail.
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Once your civil rights are compromised, they can be easily further peeled away.
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As far as I know, I did not violate the restraining order against the husband, because I never posted a message to the guy, the Land of Motown Community College cop I never met, but I was arrested anyway for violating the ppo.
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All this fallout and retaliation because some guy, William MacQueen, my Larry Nassar, the evil labor attorney architect of my demise, wanted to prove he could take out a union teacher near union ground zero, sort of like the bet made by two rich old white guys in the movie Trading Places over actor/comedian Eddie Murphy.
A retelling of Mark Twain’s The Prince and the Pauper, says Wikipedia, (which I have never read), in the picture, for play, the powerful men switch a Wall Street trader with a black man they find on the street, to test nature versus nurture.
They experiment with human lives for their own pleasure.
Like Eddie Murphy, I’m a gummy smiler, too, though I have lost teeth and my smiley face.
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I need to find my smile, and to earn money for cosmetic dentistry.
But I’m not lying for a juicy book deal.
~ * ~
Anyway, are you starting to disbelieve me yet?
Are you starting to think, The broad is nutz!
I’m glad they locked her up!
I worry that’s what everyone thinks.
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