Coloring with the Catholics: My Story of Criminal Mental Health Care and Higher Ed Gaslighting in Larry Nassar’s Michigan (New Part Eleven), To The Big House: If She Won’t Shut Up, Lock Her Up Again! Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 Court Transcripts

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.

They took me away, again. 

The second time, to jail.

Which is humiliating to admit.

Upon review, I think maybe this was a plan cooking on the stove for some time.

No one stalks a cop.

~ * ~

The point seemed to be striking me personally as a target, not public health or even community safety. 

~ * ~

There is one road around Lake Miramichi. 

Regularly, people circled the lake on ATVS, in golf carts and walking dogs.

If I stood in the road and screamed at the house of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 for hours every weekend, as claimed in writing to the court and under oath, other residents with second homes would have noticed. 

The Michigan State Police did not question any other households. 

If I had actually threatened the lives of children, the cops would have questioned me, but instead I was set up.

~ * ~

Jail crept up and sprung itself on me just like the looney bin.

~ * ~

I must be a pretty big idiot.

Again, like the Catholic looney bin, I was set up in a series of steps, in this case, first a bogus personal protection order, then a bogus stalking charge.

And I did not recognize the mechanism at play the second time around either, but I sure felt it.

~ * ~

One cold April day, in 2017, April 5, 2017, became a big day in my story.

A lot happened.

The neighbor acted up, I responded, the cops came but ignored me, and post marked that day I got a bunch of suspicious mail.

~ * ~

I was gathering wood on empty lots with my dog, Hunter, using a wheelbarrow to move the wood back to the lakehouse lot. 

I noticed the odd unpleasant neighbor woman was apparently taking pictures of me through her front window. 

We had already interacted when her German Sheppard bit mine. On my property, when the her husband was not around.

She had already made false reports to the police on September 4, 2016, though she did not give her name. When she tried to trick me onto her property to talk to him, a carrot stick I did not bite.

I felt then and have ever since that the Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops, actually to that point only the wife, as I had never met or seen the husband, were messing with me.

Not the other way around.

~ * ~

I sensed her aim that day was not good.

I was right.

I thought to myself, Why the fuck is this bitch taking pictures of me trying to survive?

I went to jail for whipping the bird.

I am not proud or boasting.

Like former Oakland County executive, the notorious L. Brooks Patterson was known to do but without arrest, I wiped the wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 the bird as I stood in the road and she appeared to take my picture from inside her home. 

~ * ~

Land of Motown Community College, readers may recall, is located in Oakland County.

It is very likely now deceased L. Brooks Patterson well knew about me.

~ * ~

I was walking in the road, not on her property.

I was walking on the road in front of her house.

With Hunter.

Hunter was following me off leash.

Because my hands were pushing or pulling the wheelbarrow filled with wood.

Readers may recall, my car had been confiscated due to witchhunt induced poverty.

~ * ~

The Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops really did not seem to like my dog walking habits, although my dog never bit anyone, and their dog did.

The Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops did not seem to like me walking my dog past their property.

~ * ~

That day in April 2017, I was pushing a wheelbarrow with kindling and small branches, and of course my trusty hand saw.

I am not a chain saw person.

Ironically, uncomfortably, Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 was.

I would hear him arrive up north through his angry chainsaw interrupting bird calls.

~ * ~

April 5, 2017.

This date was used against me for my arrest, August 25, 2017, even though the police report I will find and post here in the next chapter (terror dread) gives a random date for my supposed infraction causing arrest, random date July 11, 2017.

A timeline is dawning on me, presenting myself, as it has throughout this process.

That day, I knew April 5, 2017 was very important, disastrously important.

~ * ~

I saw her, she was obvious, she drew my attention with her body language, so I stopped in my tracks on the road and turned to look at her.

Evidently she took a picture.

That’s what it looked like she was doing, with a phone camera held in front of her face.

Without thinking, I whipped her the bird.

That picture landed me in jail, as if it had happened AFTER the personal protection order.

DOUBLE INDEMNITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Double check.

Investigate the facts.

Keep going.

~ * ~

During the personal protection order hearing, that picture was accepted as evidence by Judge Kimberly Booher, daughter of Republican state senator Darwin Booher, that I stalked her Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop#2 husband, who I had never met and could not identify.

Just like I never met Dr. Andrew Muzychka at St. Mary Merciless on February 22, 2013.

What a coincidence.

~ * ~

It was a cold April.

~ * ~

It may sound unusual, but the times were unusual.

They still are.

~ * ~

Wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 took a picture of me in the road from inside her house, so I took a picture of her house, from the road, with my main civil rights protest sign placed in the road.

I have been saying over and over since February 22, 2013, since I escaped the looney bin, since I figured out what happened: I never met the doctor who locked me up! He lied! It matters!

Wife of Lying Cop called me a crazy.

Her husband called me delusional.

I am neither.

Why did they engage me?

I know it sounds childish, but William MacQueen and the wife started shit.

I am not saying I am a saint, or blameless.

~ * ~

At no time did the complainant or his wife tell me they felt harassed by me, not in any way, which should count for something, right?

I never made any kind of direct communication contact with the complainant, and he never made any kind of direct communication contact with me.

The wife never told me like an adult: we feel harassed, so please stop.

~ * ~

I am really trying to understand, review and be as fair as possible.

It matters to me, to my soul.

Was I fairly punished?

I am not crazy dangerous, but was I criminal?

~ * ~

I was trying to document and stop harassment, not engage in harassment.

I was trying to save my life.

~ * ~

And I was right.

I was not safe around the Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops.

Because of them and with the help of their greed and lies, I lost my liberty when I was jailed.

Afterward, I was unable to save my home.

Of course, I lost the lakehouse cabin, with all the odds stacked against me.

~ * ~

I was afraid of being murdered or abducted on another welfare check.

I was afraid.

That fear was reasonable.

~ ~

My purpose was defensive, not offensive.

~ * ~

With such a mess, it seems to me that Judge Kimberly Booher should have called a truce, not sided with the Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops against me.

But we don’t live in that kind of a world.

~ * ~

Readers who trudged through earlier chapters may recall.

A lot occurred that week, the first week in April 2017, to coincide with a car parked in the neighbor’s driveway.

~ * ~

Please realize there were next to no year round people in my neck of the woods.

Sitting inside the lakehouse, the sound of car doors shutting in the clear outside alerted my ears.

~ * ~

I spent a great deal of time outdoors.

Anyone in my physical position would have noticed that someone was up at the neighbor’s house, which was unusual for that time of year, for people who did not winter at the lake.

This simple observation does not mean I was stalking.

~ * ~

Really, I think these piggy couple just wanted the place to themselves.

They did not want me around.

They wanted me to lose my property, and they weren’t alone.

~ * ~

I commiserate with any readers, which is not the attitude to take if you want to sell your book to readers who read, I know.

I commiserate because of the length of this narrative.

At this point, this thing only serves me.

To sell a memoir I would need to make this narrative work for others, say others fucked over by sexism, psychiatry and the state.

Please know, I understand.

I’m not crazy.

And I know people don’t read.

I know no one else is likely to read this narrative.

I know.

~ * ~

I’m not crazy, but this story is crazy, which is the same main idea that occurred to me about the movie Thelma & Louise.

The women weren’t nutz.

They were coping, badly for the most part, in a crazy world.

~ * ~

When I this tale moved up north, I previewed the strange harassment I encountered, ironically, while I was accused of stalking a cop I did not know, to let any readers know that things become more not less bizarre.

Since I moved into writing this section, more FOIA responses have come in and the strangeness, the craziness of my story, has grown larger.

I already knew I was set up, twice.

Now I know more about exactly how and who helped.

A long list of Michigan State Police received a mass e-mail about me supposedly “acting up,” to my surprise, on March 2, 2017.

This supposed covert information was reported by my old lady neighbor, Jeanette, the woman who let me use her well.

There was no one else around in early March, still very much winter.

The old lady double-timed me!

According to internal police e-mails, she reported to the police about my Facebook posts, incorrectly, and the police spread the false word.

~ * ~

I never called Jeanette any name she could have heard.

I called Jeanette The Barking Lady in normal conversation with Someone.

We did not speak often, but she used a grouchy old lady small dog bark at everything voice, unless I interrupted her.

I learned if I complimented her, when she came out to bark on her balcony as I pumped well water on her property, which save my life, she would stop barking and smile like a young woman, then I would leave.

~ * ~

I swear.

I talk to myself.

Voices do carry at a lake.

Jeannette lived uphill.

Jeanette and I never argued.

In my witchhunt life, I may have called my Catholic mother names like the one ascribed of me by an informant, likely Jeanette.

“Dirty Catholic whore” is likely an approximation rather than an exact quote, however.

~ * ~

Jeanette could not alone report to anyone about my Facebook posts.

She didn’t have internet connection at home.

~ * ~

I’ve become much more a sleuth writer than I ever in my life wanted.

I stopped Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie at a point because I was not interested.

Most mysteries involve a dead body.

~ * ~

The gravity of all the people standing on my back is cracking my spine at the neck.

~ * ~

Here is a recap of the anonymous dog card note, the letter about my signs from the homeowners association and shitting on the lawn, and also the anonymous psycho note sent after the personal protection order, which were previewed in an earlier chapter to shape my innocence.

Coincidence?

Post marked April 5, 2017, the same day Land of Motown Comunity College wife took my picture whipping the bird at her from the street, and called the cops, who did not visit me.

I received an anonymous note card picturing a dog in a hat like mine and a note about my dog walking habits.

~ * ~

Coincidence?

Post marked the same date, April 5, 2017, I received a letter from the Lake Miramichi home owner’s association board.

Or possibly someone writing on their behalf.

I know.

Crazy!

I just recalled.

The acting secretary who lived at the lake year round, and who also volunteered at the food pantry in Sears, Michigan, never mentioned the letter to me verbally.

At some point she stopped talking to me.

It may have been at this point.

~ * ~

In effect, I ignored the letter I received supposedly from the Lake Miramichi home owners association about my civil rights protest signs.

~ * ~

Oddly, this letter supposedly from the Lake Miramichi home owner’s association makes no mention of my back dues owed.

That seems odd.

I asked the real estate agent, who was on the board of directors for the association, about this letter, but he only gave me his typical fuzzy replies.

“This letter was originally sent registered mail . . .”

To whom was the supposed original registered letter returned?

Sounds like bullshit.

The mail lady at the time gave me gifts that winter! She did my laundry one time! Oh my god! What was her name? Strangely, she up and quit one day.

I forgot! I have pictures! In one of my cubby holes!

It was one of the strangest things in a story with a lot of strange things!

Her name begins with an A? Anita? No? Yes? . . . I’ll get it . . .

That mail woman would have honked or knocked, not skipped delivery.

I bet the letter opens with a lie!

I bet wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 wrote and mailed the lake association letter, dated April 5, 2017.

I could be wrong on this point, this guess, but I could be right, too.

Funny timing.

~ * ~

I bet my civil rights protest signs made the Land of Motown Community College Lying Cops upset.

Cops in America in general seem pretty disinterested in civil rights.

(move?)Documentation suggests that this couple was foolish and misled, in addition to lying, fabricating, building a fake story about harassment by a violent crazy woman. No other guilty parties employed by Land of Motown Community College have legally objected to my claims because my claims are supported, true. They all know they can’t sue me for defamation and have no grounds for personal protection orders.

To some degree, I am sure, I believe on a hunch, this couple wad used by my nemesis.

William MacQueen was named under oath by Lying Cop #2, who was grinning like a dumb mark.

~ * ~

Coincidentally, that week, or soon after:

A sign, a hard sign, with an American flag motif and the words “Proud to be an American” had been displayed on the neighbor’s house, until it was removed soon after I received the lake association letter about removing my signs.

I walked and gather wood off vacant lots nearby, nearby both our houses.

My senses were keen enough to notice.

I’m sure neighbors such as Jeanette with the well, who apparently was double agenting behind my back, had not asked for permission first to post Trump for president campaign signs in 2016.

Why would the lake association board send a letter about my signs in April 2017 and never bring up the issue to me personally?

I didn’t leave until August 2018.

Sure, my signs were removed while I was jailed, but I resurrected my display.

~ * ~

Connected?

I received this anonymous psycho letter in the mail after the bogus personal protection order, in May, May 8, 2017.

Sounds guilty and afraid to me.

The envelop in which this letter listing knucklehead binaries was mailed from downstate, in the Detroit metropolitan area.

I say wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2
typed the address with a purposeful misspelling of “Evart” to again try to hide her identity, like when she called the cops Labor Day weekend and gave a non existent street address.

I am sleuthing.

She also used the alternate street address I thought was the street address for the lakehouse cabin for a time, which is something only someone following me on Facebook would know.

Someone following me on Facebook very, very closely with ill intent on their minds.

~ * ~

The upside down American flag stamp on the envelope?

I say it may be scary psycho harassment referring to her “Proud to Be An American Sign,” which she removed after she sent me the letter about my signs, posing as a board member, and which, at the time of this mailing, she just recently had lied about under oath in court during the personal protection order hearing.

~ * ~

In order to communicate a single clear thought, compose a complete sentence.

subject + verb + complete idea = complete sentence (clear thought)

For example:

“It would be be ridiculous to extend forgiveness to criminal cop Terry McCauley for making purposely false accusations about me being suicidal when I was not, especially since he has not made good, and I am still suffering from the crimes he committed.”

Another example:

“It is a sign of insanity to believe in virgin birth, and a sign of sense to reject Catholicism.”

Get my drift?

Even when asking question, draft complete sentences in order to be clear.

For example:

“Confucius asks: Is someone who takes with one hand a giver, or is the person who gives with only one hand actually a beggar in disguise?

And:

“Crooked cops who commit crime should be sent to jail, if justice really is blind, right?”

~ * ~

I bet wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 was harassing me regarding my signs.

Again.

In mid May 2017, she knew she had just lied under oath, in Judge Booher’s courtroom, in order to obtain the bogus personal protection order against me.

And she knew that the husband and wife Lying Cops had contradicted one another under oath as they lied.

~ * ~

People who are afraid sometimes act in strange ways.

~ * ~

She should be afraid of jail.

She lied under oath.

~ * ~

How much would I like to see these two go to jail for what they did to me, for their criminal and cruel actions?

I don’t expect it to happen, but wouldn’t it be loverly?

~ * ~

By April 2017, my next door neighbor Jim, a teacher and assistant principal, had told me, ironically, on my birthday, on August 30, 2014, when his very nice family invited me to dinner, coincidentally, which they did not realize, that a cop from either Land of Motown University or Land of Motown Community College lived across the street and was buying up land at the lake. 

Lying Cop #2 references this dinner in his written letter officially submitted to the court and stamped by the court received.

With my bad luck, I just knew this mystery cop who I never seen just had to be employed my former federally documented hostile criminal employer, under the direction of my two-time suicide swatter, Terry McCauley, top cop for Land of Motown Community College, Lying Cop #1.

Recap for anyone perhaps just reading this chapter:

As ordered by my Larry Nassar, William MacQueen, interim head of human resources at the college, top school cop Terry McCauley suicide swatted me with knowingly false police reports about me being suicidal when I was not in order to cause chaos. Terry McCauley made false calls to Livonia Police on February 22, 2013 and to Garden City Police, on June 9, 2014. In Livonia, I was locked up with the Catholics of my youth for a week that ended my life. Terry McCauley has since retired from Land of Motown Community College and began working in the private sector. He does not fear being held accountable for the crimes he committed against me in 2013 and 2014. In 2015, in writing, the state of Michigan attorney general’s office under former AG Bill Schuette declined to provide equal protection for the crimes committed against me. On November 19, 2015, Bill Schuette sent Michigan State Police to my Lake Miramichi home to harass and silence me. The state of Michigan is liable for all harassment I have incurred after that date.

~ * ~

I bet the state cops know they helped a lying cop get rid of a neighbor.

How sad.

How maddening.

~ * ~

To my surprise, that day, on April 5, 2017, the day of the whipped bird that sent the former English Teacher, the Michigan State Police showed up in the neighbor’s driveway .

After I whipped the bird and we filmed one another. 

But the Michigan State Police did not approach me April 5, 2017.

I watched the Michigan State Police action from my driveway, where I was building my second civil rights display of painted signs and where I may have dumped wood that needed working. 

As long as they were there, I wanted to talk to the Michigan State Police, too, on April 5, 2017. 

So I made myself available once I saw the cop car.

I waited outside, at the end of my driveway, on purpose.

A female and male cop seemed to go inside of the house and come out quickly, and then get back inside their blue cruiser. 

Oddly, the wife followed them out, and after the cops got in the cruiser, she acted very chummy.

She leaned into to the driver’s window, something cops would not let people do generally, I thought. 

Then, the police purposely, it seemed, drove away from me standing at my mailbox, instead of driving toward me, not following the same route they likely took on the way in. 

I took a video.

I still have it.

~ * ~

The police took the slightly more complicated route back to the main road.

Why?

To avoid driving by me?

Is that what the wife of Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop told them when she leaned in the car?

That I was outside and how to avoid driving by me?

~ * ~

Maybe I’ve seen too many movies or hope too much from democracy, but the Michigan State Police never questioned me ever, not one time, not before or after my bogus arrest for supposedly stalking a cop.

~ * ~

I knew the roads around the lake very well from a decade of dog walking.

I actually ran after the Michigan State Police cop car, strategically.

I ran down Modoc Trail, the way they likely came in, knowing that the extra road the police probably took, a road without it’s own name according to the street signs, circled back around the little lake and returned to Modoc Trail.

My timing was decent, and my guess right on.

The Michigan State Police cop car appeared as I anticipated, on the short road that circled the little lake, the road and the little lake each without it’s own name, but the cruiser arrived first, no surprise.

The police drove a little a head of me, so that I was trailing behind the cops, running desperately, wearing my lumberjill outfit, as they turned onto Modoc Trial.

I ran like hell after them waving my arms and calling.

I did not whip the bird.

I believe they must have seen me in their rear view mirrors, unless the Michigan State Police hire blind officers, but they ignored me.

Why?

If I credibly had potentially threatened the lives of children, and threatened the life of a cop, as held against me, why wouldn’t the Michigan State Police speak to me on April 5, 2017, or at any time before my August 25, 2017 arrest?

~ * ~

So many strange interludes have happened, my spinning heads need an axis like a globe.

~  * ~

It’s incredible. 

The cop simply asked the judge to curtail my liberties, and she did. 

I believe bias was at play.

~ * ~

May.

One really appreciates spring when you survive a northern winter by going outside in the snow and cold every day, in order to feel warm inside a cold cabin.

You go outside to feel warmer inside to work your wood pile.

Imagine my dismay when I received these notices in the mail accompanied by this letter supplied by the complainant.

Personal protection court order scheduled May 8, 2017.

I had less than two weeks to respond, be prepared and show up in court.

I had to prepare without internet access to laws online or legal references at the lakehouse cabin, or easy access to the closet library eight miles away.

As anyone who read my Facebook posts clsoely would know.

“See Attached Letter.”

I certainly did.

I went into full bomb blast defense mode, or tried.

I spent a lot of time on the phone, on my new Safelink phone, seeking legal information, running out of phone minutes, getting to the end of the line without help available for my problem in my area.

I clawed my way to the library internet in search of information about what I should and could do in response.

Nothing much but show up and punt.

~ * ~

The cop kept a second home up north for years, apparently. 

For whatever reasons, my dead husband and I had never met the people and we had never even seen people on the property. 

Something like 11,000 inland lakes dot Michigan. 

What’s that line from Casablanca, Humphrey Bogart says about Ingrid Bergman? 

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

Which is what the Lying Cops evidently felt, too.

~ * ~

I was gaslit by the court and Judge Booher, who pretended like I was never harassed with this letter, which was sent to me by the court, from Land of Motown Community College Lying cop #2.

Our first chat, me and Lying Cop.

Extremely important: I have never screamed at this guy or threatened his children.

This is former Soviet Union level lying.

So we got along like oil and water, but the difference is that I did not lie to the court and the cops.

“I have planted trees in attempt to screen her from my home, my family, and guests at the cost of $500.00 but they have not grown big enough to offer us some relief.”

I have learned that cops like Terry McCauley, Owen Keaton, Bob Meury, Todd Parsons, Norma Naylor and Land of Motown Lying Cop #2 like to spin tall tales to suit their purposes.

Jokes alone won’t stop the damage caused to me by this couple.

All of the Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop’s spurious hearsay claims about a woman he admits he had never spoken to or stood physically near was designed to erroneously malign me.

I was not delusional, thinking about burning down his house or likely to use him to commit suicide by cop.

I did not threaten his guests or his children.

As far as I knew, there were no guests or children at the address.

This guy was largely full of himself and full of bloat, puffed up by his gender and occupation.

All his psychological commentary about me is bogus and an extension of the Land of Motown Community College witchhunt, and the guy admitted under oath to Judge Booher.

~ * ~

I just found news of a recent court case in Michigan.

U.S. Appeals Court judge says whipping the bird is protected free speech.

~ * ~

I must have been Hitler or Hitler’s bookie, in a former life. 

I don’t even really know what a bookie does, but sense it’s like an accountant for street gambling, which happens to be illegal.

You’re supposed to have a lot of money and do your gambling off the street and hire someone who has a degree in accounting to cook the books.

To be respectable.

Think about how much time and money police and prosecutors spend on poor people crime versus rich people crime.

~ * ~

Frankly, I sometime feel like Anne Frank. 

I am so sorry to bring human genocide into this story.

And I mean no offense, nor do I, at this time, feel like hurling hateful words, as I often do, home alone. 

I am just trying to tell this crazy story, so I can throw this story off a cliff and finally live free of it once more. 

In my case, suicide Gaslight witchhunt by my hometown childhood Catholics infantilizes.

Anne Frank’s diary must have been included in a book club mailing from Scholatic I got when I was very young, or I selected it.

Under the auspices of my Catholic mother and conservative Felician nuns, self-selected reading selections purchased for me stopped before puberty, after Little House on the Prairie and Farewell to Manzinar.

Before sex, drugs and rock n roll.

~ * ~

Is there anything else I can talk about besides going to jail, which I’m sort of avoiding?

~ * ~

Here is my reply to the court regarding the claims of Lying Cop #2, which Judge Booher ignored.

Why? Due to ineptitude or bad faith, or both?

~ * ~

I forgot about whipping the bird.

I simply forgot.

~ * ~

Judge Booher acted as if the court had not sent me the letter written by Lying Cop#2, shared with the court, in which he called me delusional and said little but inflated nonsense.

But the court had sent me that letter, which harassed me with it’s lies and brutality.

I was properly terrified by Land of Motown Lying Cop’s letter to the court, especially after Bill Schuette and the rest of the harassment I endured up north.

~ * ~

I redacted their names.

That’s the black lines.

Names and addresses.

~ * ~

And here are the court transcripts from the personal protection order hearing May 8, 2017

~ * ~

I am still summarizing and analyzing in my own mind and in this document all that transpired.

~ * ~

Big picture: Judge Booher handled the case poorly in a two against one no real evidence exchange that turned the courtroom into an aping clown.

Neither complainant or defendant had lawyers but Judge Booher played like we did, sort of, inconsistently.

Neither side had a lawyer, but she asked us to play lawyer on our own behalf, then sort of dropped that notion, on and off, as the morning wore on.

The complainant benefited.

He played lawyer to represent himself and “cross examine” his wife.

I was barely needed.

The way it was handled, the complaint got to repeat his lies multiple times: in his letter to the court, in his opening statement, in his own testimony, when the judge asked him about how he felt, when he questioned his wife, when he cross examined me, and when he summed up his lies.

Judge Booher said she would not accept the letters shared with the court, which is problematic.

I was sent by the court that letter full of defamatory lies.

I certainly read it and was terrorized by what I read.

Judge Booher suggested she saw the written claims from the complainant and my response.

No, she stated outright she did read the complainant’s lies.

The complainant demonstrated over and over a sexist instance on assuming he could read my mind accurately.

I had not “just found out” about his likely employment.

I was told a cop, who worked for either Land of Motown Community College or Land of Motown University (both exist) lived in the hood on August 30, 2014, by my next door neighbor, who was giving me a heads up.

I know, because that date is my birthday.

The neighbors had invited me to dinner out on their deck with a magnificent view of Lake Miramichi.

It was the only time they invited me to dinner.

I’m positive about the date.

Their house was up for sale since it was built, years before, for investment, and was eventually sold during this ordeal.

~ * ~

“She has stated she wants to learn to shoot to make police officers eunuchs.”

For that purposeful bumbling of my persona, this guy deserves to be punished with castration, by the state of Michigan.

~ * ~

The complainant’s “eunuch” comment is nonsense, but likely inspired by the Bonnie Jo Campbell novel, Once Upon a River, about which I posted online in conjunction with my fight for justice and Bill Schuette.

I have never had an interest in learning how to shoot a gun.

I need metaphors and artistic expression in order to stay alive, not a gun.

~ * ~

My head is spinning.

The complainant accused me a slander for calling him a lying cop after I was served with the ppo court order containing a letter in which he lied to the court.

~ * ~

“It is impossible to go about our daily lives. . .”

Utter fabrication.

“I fear what she may do based on her past history.”

History of what?

Writing?

Speaking?

Being set up by Land of Motown Community College?

~ * ~

Right out of the gate, Lying Cop #2 sinks way too low and dirty for someone who wants to be considered honest.

The complainant brought up my struggles with my husband in the ten weeks before his death, back in 2012.

And he did so incorrectly, on purpose to misrepresent and malign me.

“She has a PPO attempted by her husband, who is now deceased, that stated he was in fear for his life, that he was afraid poisoned, that he had to sleep with a chair wedged against the door, and I feel now that all this anger is being directed at me.”

You can’t understand the depths and layers of bruises to my full pain spectrum.

~ * ~

I discussed my husband, my poor dead husband, in the beginning of this sordid winding tale, since he died in the first year of the witchhunt.

On November 1, 2012, a Wayne County judge granted me a personal protection order against my husband, who verbally abused me out the door of our home.

My husband verbally abused me out the door solely due to the pressure applied by school’s attack on our lives.

My husband did not really think I was crazy or dangerous.

He asked for a divorce to protect his financial holdings, and to protect his holdings, the two houses, he lied.

It was not his best moment.

My husband was afraid, for good reason, that the onset of William MacQueen, my nemesis, my Larry Nassar, meant both the homes left to him by Harry and Ethel, downstate in Garden City, Michigan, and upstate at Lake Miramichi, would be lost.

I was the main bread winner.

He knew he was sicker than his Garden City Hospital doctors recognized.

He was right, about his health and the houses. He lied about me. He used William MacQueen’s attack against me, because he felt cornered.

I asked the court for a personal protection order to protect myself in divorce, to stop the verbal abuse I was enduring and mostly to stop William MacQueen and my husband from speaking.

Instead, William MacQueen talked to my mother, but that’s in another chapter.

~ * ~

I am building this section September 28, 2019, two years to the date after I got out of jail, jail because of lying cop employed by my suicide swatters.

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 has more than harassed my life since May 8, 2017.

My husband died December 26, 2012.

He can’t speak for himself, so I must, unlike the complainant’s “children” and “daughters” old enough to be married, as the husband and wife testified.

~ * ~

“She disobeys the laws of the association . . she is allowing her dog to be off leash and I believe it’s hopefully a confrontation with my canine, which stays on my the property, has never left the property.”

Wrong. His dog bit mine on my property, when he was not present.

“She states in the letter she sent to you, she has never gave anybody the finger . . .”

I stand corrected.

I did write in my letter to the court that I had whipped the bird, simply because I forgot such a minor action.

But I didn’t knowingly and willingly lie under oath.

My turn for initial statement.

I should have gone longer and said more.

“Please deny” the complainant’s request. “I want peace in all relationships,” is what I actually said. “I’ve extended olive branches over the years to all the parties involved in the Land of Motown Community College witchhunt including police, teachers union, the State of Michigan, the Catholic church and even the Lying Cops when I gave them Easter lilies on Easter.”

Lying Cop’s letter “reveals inappropriate relationships with” the school and the cops, I testified.

The founder of McDonald’s was said to say Keep It Simple Stupid, so I did.

“Mr. xxxxx can’t read my mind, or speak for his wife, or speak for others who may have spoken with me. I am not delusional. His suggestion that I might start a dangerous fire equals character assassination. Please deny his request.”

Judge Booher changed her mind about procedure like she was talking to another girl at a pajama party about who should first ask a Ouije board question about boys: “Okay, would you like to testify first do you want to have a witness testify first?”

I’m guessing Judge Booher is inept and dirty.

Judge Booher said she only wanted direct “personal knowledge,” but she did not hold to that line, not consistently.

Land of Motown Lying Cop #2: “Okay. Ms. Fournier has repeatedly directed her anger towards me, by driving around my property, and we’re not talking one time, it’s constantly, yelling and screaming at me as I’m in my backyard.”

Not even one time did I scream at this guy.

Roads at the lake were not his private domain.

Lying cop’s testimony, “Since she has been served, she posted outside my house with a sign,” is wrong.

April 5 events happened before the May 8 hearing.

Their lakeside property was not adjacent to my lakeside property, which was very narrow.

I take a lot of pictures outside.

I have none of this man, and he would not know it I did or not.

The Judge could not keep to her own plan for this hearing.

She did ask some questions, but not enough.

“When was the most recent incident?”

Answer?

Easter day lilies, which is does not support his claim about yelling at the complainant or causing fear.

For Easter, I had given the strange and hostile new-to-me neighbors’ household a bucket of orange day lilies dug up from my property.

Out of hope for peace, swear to dog, I gave these people my flower babies.

With a quickie 8 1/2 x 11 note on purple paper, written in black sharpie, I wrote a quick card.

I did not put much time into the note card that I included with the day lilies.

I placed the flowers and the card at the end of their driveway, after the bird whipping incident, followed by the state cop visit to the neighbor’s house.

It was an earnest peace offering. 

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 mentioned the flowers under oath, indicating the card was received, and not blown away, lost on the wind.

Maybe if I took the time to paint something more special, who knows?

Things may have evolved more peacefully.

Probably not.

~ * ~

That morning in court wore on forever.

The complainant switched to social media, Facebook and presumably Youtube.

An interlude regarding technology transpired.

No videos were shown in court.

The complainant looked frantically through a stack of papers, my Facebook posts.

“Here is the I want cops to be in my opening statement, I want cops to be mistreated in an equally sexist and disruptive manner I’ve been mistreated–“

I wanted the cops mistreated by the state like I have been mistreated by the state.

What’s wrong with equal justice for all?

I don’t yet have the exhibits to post.

At this point, I figured wrongly the Judge would see that the guy was a clown.

The complainant flipped through more papers and tried a different post.

He read: “I swear I smell a crooked cop. I’ll apologize if need be.”

I don’t think I need to apologize.

Judge Booher allowed indirect testimony to be applied to the question before her court because the complainant lacked actual evidence.

Another Facebook post was read by the complainant: “No one has come clean. I think xxxx lied, and is employed under Terry McCauley. Fuck me.”

I know I was talking about the identity of the person who called the police Labor Day weekend, but did the judge?

Judge Booher did not ask about Terry McCauley.

She allowed the complainant to name my suicide swatter without any introduction or clarification.

Did she know not to ask?

Me: “I post thousands of posts, I definitely posted this, it’s over a Freedom of Information Act video of Terry McCauley making false calls about me to the police and there’s no threat of violence.”

The post Lying Cop #2 provided referred to 2013 or 2014 criminal action, criminal action by the Land of Motown Community College top cop Terry McCauley, against me.

It had no connection to the neighbors UNLESS they did have an inappropriate relationship with the school, about which the judge showed no concern.

I need to understand what happened in court so I can present a strong claim to the Judicial Tenure Commission.

Because I was curtailed in presentation of defense, and I am not a lawyer, I did not bring up the “s” word or “welfare checks” to contextualize my concerns about people calling the cops.

Judge Booher either already understood the larger story or didn’t care.

~ * ~

The complainant presented posts showing me concerned about the neighbor’s possible harassment of me.

The neighbor’s harassment of me on Labor Day weekend 2016 and April 5, 2017.

The Judge asked me if I posted to Facebook the comment read by the complainant.

ME: “Yes, I’ve been trying to figure out who made the malicious call to the cops.”

Lying cop reading my words: “I think Land of Motown Community College has slandered me at Lake Miramichi through these neighbors. The husband is a cop that works for Land of Motown Community College under criminal cop Terry McCauley. I’ve not given this woman any reason to harass me for being crazy, I don’t even know her name. They moved in not that long ago.”

I referred to the couple as new neighbors, indicating my lack of familiarity with them.

“This month they flew a drone over my house and then denied the existence of the drone just after it landed. I think they called the police maliciously Labor Day weekend 2016, and I fear they will do so again . . . it is dangerous to be the object of fake malicious cop to cop request for a welfare check. The cos are sexist, poorly trained and given to corruption. The only thing cops can do is shoot or lock you up. I need neither, the story needs to end.”

I said two or three times that morning (count?), yes, that’s my post, but there is NO threat of violence in my words of concern.

The judge said she read the complainant’s letter earlier, but said here she did not read mine.

How could that be fair?

Lying Cop: “Your Honor, also I would like to put into evidence, pictures . . . which is direct rebuttal to her statement, her letter to you.”

Judge: “I will tell you, I did not read the letter.”

Lying Cop said he did read my letter, which flustered the court.

Judge: “–unless, was it–it was given to you? I did not read it, because it had not, my understanding through my staff was that it had not been served on you and I cannot read anything that has not been served on the other party, so I did not read it before coming out here today.”

Lying wife took the pictures of me whipping the bird, which I forgot I did, on April 5, so the Judge said to wait until she was on the witness stand to bring up her pictures.

Apparently no pictures were taken by the Lying Cop to support his claims that I spent hours yelling at him, so he returned to Facebook, evidence culled from when his family trolled my Facebook page.

The courtroom turned into a circus tent.

I remember telling this joke about fat thighs and retribution on Facebook.

“Uhm, here’s one that pertains to her wish for violence. Joke, the number one reason I want to kill you all, replacing in my diet due to induced poverty, spinach, grapefruit with macaroni and cheese and pop tarts, means my thighs touch again. After all the work I’ve gone through to reduce them, prepare for the ultimate torture. In fact, rather than face me immediately, you might want to drink the special death kool aid, or use a Louisville Slugger to bash your own God Damn knuckleheads.”

Telling bad jokes is not a personal threat to this man or criminal.

Lying Cop: “I believe it shows the propensity for violence and towards OCC and me being an employee of OCC. I also believe in the propensity for violence, and it shows that her anger directed at me, that she has the capability of doing these things.”

A joke shows capability of taking violent action?

Then why aren’t many people jailed based on similar logic? Using the Lying Cop’s logic, people who act in Halloween haunted houses, artists who draw violent cartoons, filmmakers who make violent movies, death metal rockers who make music that sounds like rape and murder could also be said to be capable of violence, but they aren’t, for good reason.

I smell William MacQueen talking through this horrible man, two horrible men, metaphorically together knifing me in the cunt with character assassination. (I may edit later. I like alliteration.)

I defended my joke, as a non germane joke.

The joke was not allowed due to one time suggestion from the judge that I object.

But I get the sense she did not care for my sense of humor and that she used her lack of appreciation against me unfairly when she made her ruling.

The Judge did try to rail in the Lying Cop’s testimony, at the beginning, but her efforts wore out.

Lying cop was reading a post from August 26, 2016, right before Labor Day Weekend when the wife did, in contrast to her testimony, call the cops.

ME: “I am a comedic writer. If it says it’s a joke, it’s a joke. I really–I can’t read this font, I’m not trying to be difficult, my eyes just can’t see this small font. And so what I remember you reading was a joke about fat thighs and it has nothing to do with you.”

Lying Cop repeated his sexist claim: “Your Honor, I take that to mean that’s capable of this kind of violence and this anger is directed toward the school and it’s employees.”

Sounds like a line out of William MacQueen’s mouth.

Judge Booher: “I’m not going to allow that to be entered into evidence. I do not see where that is directly related to you or–these other posts actually have your name in them or referral that could mean you.”

The school is named throughout these transcripts.

“Your Honor, when she directs her anger towards school employees, wouldn’t I be included in that group? Because right now, I’m the sole representative of OCC, that’s close enough for to vent her anger at.”

“school representative”?

Interesting.

~ * ~

I need to take a break.

I need to save my life.

~ * ~

I am not a lawyer.

But I know the complainant aimed low to bolster his lies.

I was so accustomed to people maligning me, I did not object to Lying Cop bringing up the “s” word, suicide.

I was not dangerous to live nearby.

After the Judge reigned him in, and disallowed not relevant comments, the complainant spurted out, again reading my words from a stack of paper he was shuffling through, “Uh, I need justice immediately or a neighbor may kill me. I may drop dead of an aneurysm, be forced to take my own life to stop the pain.”

I did not object, and the Judge did not object or ask questions.

Judge Booher did not ask questions she should have asked about “Terry McCauley” and “suicide.”

Why not?

On a murderous roll, the complainant continued, “I will say that I am worried that there may be an attempt for her to do suicide by police officer and I believe that directly is something that the court should take into consideration too.”

Judge: “Alright, I think that you could make that argument to me, but that doesn’t give me more evidence that you’re in harm from her.”

Was this asshole trying to have me locked up again in motherfucking psychiatric ward? (edit later)

The complainant failed to prove a direct connection, as Judge Booher directed he do, which she pointed out, which led me to believe incorrectly that I was treading water.

But the complainant was so desperate, after another reprimand from the Judge about making direct connections, he read a post in which I asked for “help!” three times from my fear of the neighbors, his household, his wife, the school’s long reach, about my fear of the existence and possible ill-intent of the complainant reading my words in court.

Fucking insane inside of insane inside of insane. (edit later)

Trapped in hell on earth.

Please note: Because of this courtroom murder, I was lorded with paperwork announcing subsequent mandatory appearances in this courtroom and court house, and was forced to stand again in front of Judge Booher many times, but I never lost control, swore, shouted or screamed in court. Or whipped the bird. Please give me credit. I am not crazy. I cry in my own home because I am human.

Petitioner: “I think these do show a state of mind though, that makes it dangerous to live by her. Being my profession, who I’m employed by . . . Help, help, help, I am trying to load a YouTube video from the neighbor harassing me. The neighbor who is married to the cop who works for Terry McCauley at Land of Motown Community College. The crooked cop who has made multiple false reports false reports to police in Livonia and Garden City.”

This horrible man was employed by my criminal suicide Gaslight employers!

And he was suicide gaslighting me!

Judge: “Alright, what’s the date?”

No date.

Who prepared for this guy?

Who prepped Judge Booher?

I don’t remember if I brought videos with me.

I think I hoped for internet access through which I could access YouTube, but no videos were shown.

ME: “What you read doesn’t name you, correct?”

ME: “Uhm, so you are following me pretty closely, cause there’s no date on this, because it says it’s one hour later. So I’m wondering who’s talking whom? And I post during the day, I wonder what hours he works at the school? Sounds like there’s more proof that there’s maybe an inappropriate relationship. I wonder if Land of Motown Community College is helping him prepare at all? But, I can’t read this, really, it’s a color copy, so it looks a little better, but as I recall what he read did not name him. And it is true that Terry McCauley, his boss, who is a cop, can be a called a crooked cop because he made false claims about me, cop to cop. But I don’t see XXXXX I see the word neighbor in her, I didn’t hear him say XXXXX.”

Judge Booher appeared eager to protect the college and the complainant.

The post read said I felt harassed by the neighbors, which she ignored.

I was taking notes, taking in slaughter, trying to think on my feet as a lawyer, but I’m not a lawyer.

I’m human.

I said again: “And there’s no threat of violence in there.”

~ * ~

At this point, scrambling what was happening inside my head, I realized that the complainant’s print outs did not have that line of information at the bottom, showing the online footprint.

I don’t know that line of information’s name. Look that up. Put that on my too-long list.

~ * ~

The complainant brought up FOIA, the Freedom of Information Act.

Claims he FOIAed the college about me.

“I had to FOIA” the college “to get information.”

About what?

About action in Wayne County court in 2012 between me and my dead husband?

What information did he ask for?

Why?

What was he given?

Why did he think that would be helpful to him at Lake Miramichi four years after I was forced to quit?

This guy wanted to hurt me.

Lying Cop: “And earlier, when I spoke earlier, your honor, I stated that her deceased husband attempted to get a PPO concerning he was afraid for his safety, I have that paper here is you want to take it into evidence, or no because it’s not directly for me.”

The Judge declined.

But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t influenced.

Things become sticky here.

I hope some people understand the incredible stress I was under, without the neighbors, and even worse with these neighbors.

For sure, I was not addressing the complainant with the pronoun “you.”

I am sure I was very darkly joking here about people suicide swatting me instead of helping me to end suicide swatting and end the Land of Motown Community College sexist ming rape witchhunt.

The complainant read: “If you want to take action, do no report me to Facebook or I will come to your house and slit the throats of your children while they sleep.”

I don’t think I was shown this post.

Those words are dark, too dark perhaps, too dark for sure, but so was my life due to criminal attack protected by the state of Michigan.

My words had nothing to do with Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop#2, and they were not a threat to anyone.

They show my desperate need for suicide gas lighting and suicide swatting and mental torture and character assassination end.

THE COURT: Okay, so why would that relate to you, because you’ve reported her to me.

PETITIONER: Because I believe that this is her mindset of anybody that tries to stop her harassment or anybody that tries to stop her harassment, or anybody that tries to stop her stalking.”

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Someone helped this guy prepare to lie and misuse my words and turn them inside out.

I’m positive, I know, I was warding people away from suicide swatting me.

My desperate plea for justice to stop mind rape was posted on 5-5-2015.

Two years before, before my alleged harassment was said by the complainant to begin.

The Judge asked for my response.

But I’m not a lawyer.

I could have defended myself better, perhaps, if I had been shown the post.

But I did not want this man near me.

I did not want this man handing me a piece a paper, which was a weapon he was using against me.

The judge should have had the guy shuffle paperwork through her, through her desk, back to me.

The Judge mishandled this case badly.

~ * ~

I am so fuck of god re-traumatized (edit later).

Panic attack.

Death would be better than this never ending hell.

But I am not suicidal.

And I am not lawyer.

I was overwhelmed.

~ * ~

I did not explain that words were likely in response to runaway suicide swatting and suicide gaslighting.

ME: “I’m not familiar with this particular post. You can stay over there. I use very dark humor, I don’t know who you is in this post, but I’m sure the post has nothing to do with him, and I’m talking about sarcasm and I’m talking about my ongoing fight against” the school.

“I understand you didn’t read the letter, so that doesn’t mean anything to you. But, there are legal actions in existence between myself and my former employer, his current employer, and I believe there’s an inappropriate relationship between the three parties, and so whatever that host’s address is . . .”

Were the internet information lines at the bottom of the print outs he was presenting removed before court to cover up where the Facebook posts when they were printed? Perhaps while he was on job?

” . . . the you is not him and it doesn’t speak to my mind [about the complainant], because I’m deeply sarcastic and I’ve been deeply deeply aggrieved, and it has nothing to do with today’s proceedings.”

JUDGE: “I’m more concerned about actions that have taken place between the two of you in the recent time that would warrant a personal protection order being granted.”

Nothing took place between the two of us, between me and the Lying Cop.

The Judge granted my sort of objection, but she still ruled against me.

The complainant brought up the Lake Miramichi home owners association board of directors.

Lying cop reading my words: “Uhm, in her letter, response to Lake Miramichi Property Association board, excuse me, she states that, uhm, it is my understanding that the property owners of XXXX and possibly also XXXXXX are connected to the Land of Motown Community College police officer Terry McCauley through employment. I’m concerned that the neighbors are acting in bad faith, and purposely targeting me directly and through the Lake Miramichi Property Owners Association Board of Directors, with subversive, malicious action, in part as agents related to Land of Motown Community College.

He garbled my sentences.

What I said online is that I had eliminated all other nearby neighbors present as the possible bogus police caller Labor Day weekend.

The only neighbors not accounted for were the Lying Cops, and the wife appeared to lie to me.

“It seems to me that female at xxxxxx acts strangely with hostility towards me, and has lied to me about authoring the call.”

The complainant did not make clear when he was reading my supposed words, when he may have been paraphrasing, when he may have been skipping my words as he read and when he was speaking his own words.

To cover up the fact that he knew his wife lied, I bet.

He continued to read my words, which to my ears sounded like my defense, not his offense: “I am very concerned about the hostility I note from these neighbors and especially the chummy connection to the police of my former hostile employer . . . Furthermore, I am very concerned there may be inappropriate connection between these hostile neighbors and the Lake Miramichi Property Association Board of Directors. Of all the hundreds of inland lakes in the Great Lake State and all the community colleges, 2 statewide, why such a coincidence regarding the new hostile neighbors moving in across the street, what luck . . .”

To my words, Lying Cop added: “Once again, we have been there since 2003.”

I simply never saw people at the house.

Maybe they came up on weekdays while my husband and I came up on weekends.

Chris talked about former owners of the house being friends of his parents.

The Judge seemed to show fatigue.

Because the petitioner was not supporting his claim and was unable to show anything happening between the two of us.

Still the Judge allowed the tangential non threatening mention of the neighbors in conjunction with the lake association and my concerns.

When the guy showed the post again it was printed so quickly after I posted, there was no date on the post.

The Judge continued battering me through the complainant: “Will you show it to her please?”

My reply: “It doesn’t name the complainant and there’s no threat of violence in here.”

Accepted as evidence anyway.

~ * ~

Here, we got into the anonymous greeting card and a picture I posted online of the card held in front of their house, no address.

“Your Honor, on 4-12-207, here’s a picture of I don’t know what, looks like a dog in a hat.”

Me thinks the complainant is lying too much.

This picture looks exactly like a dog in a hat.

“I was standing in the public road, yes, and uhm, I had received an anonymous hostile greeting card on the same day that I had received the Lake Miramichi Property Owners Association letter, and both were threatening and I have surmised that his wife who was in the residence at the time, addressed both to me and so, uhm, I was taking a picture of that card in front of her house because they removed a sign on their house after I received a letter from the Lake Miramichi Property Owners Association saying I needed to take some signs down. So, I was showing a before and after that hey, I got this anonymous hostile card and the xxxxx took this sign off their house. But I was standing in the road and yeah, I did that. I can explain it fully, there’s no violence there.”

If these people had contacted me and told me they felt threatened with my sleuthing, I would have stopped, but they did not do so and instead they spent time gathering ammunition in bad faith.

I was forced by the state of Michigan, ultimately, to try and save my life.

I was caught between being falsely accused of being suicidal, then in bad faith being accused of being a stalker while I was trying to save my life, one person without resources, a woman in a sexist world, fighting peacefully against many powerful people and institutions.

I brought the greeting card to court.

I was not asked to share it.

I was overwhelmed by a titled playing field.

By the time it was my turn, admitting the card did not seem necessary.

Retaining the card seemed like a better idea.

“I surmise, yes,” the complainant read from one of my Facebook posts, “this looks to be the handwriting on the letter, and the card originated from the same hand, one trying to mask deception. How much do i hate this woman? I don’t even know her name. It seems Land of Motown community college has slandered me through this woman.”

Where is the threat of violence and real-time harassment causing fear and disrupting daily life?

Me: “Well it’s definitely mine and I did bring the greeting card today.”

Of course, I posted the court papers on line.

With the guy’s name erased.

Don’t I have a civil right to say the complainant’s claims to the court are false?

The judge appeared surprise that I would post court papers online.

Why surprise?

Some women don’t realize how sexist they are, in this sexist Christian dominant culture.

I don’t envy the work of a court reporter, who is going to make some mistakes.

My painting of the 49th District court reporter captures her face pretty well.

Unfortunately, I think the court reporter may have muddied my words some here:

“You know there’s a Facebook, then there’s a Facebook, and he doesn’t have any printout on the bottom there, so I’m really curious how he got that copy.”

I was nervous, and overwhelmed, but that doesn’t sound like me.

I do speak quickly at times.

What’s objectionable about sharing public court generated documentation minus the guy’s name?

Judge: “That’s a post she put on Facebook?”

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2: “Yes.”

Judge: “Of your request for a personal protection order?”

Stand by your court action.

In response to the judge’s question whether or not I posted the request for a ppo, my syntax or my sarcasm may have been lost.

I made a joke about the complainant perhaps sitting with Terry McCauley waiting for me to post on Facebook.

“Well, uhm, I would need to see the Facebook portion. You know there’s Facebook, then there’s a Facebook, and he doesn’t have any printout on the bottom there, so I’m really curious how he got that copy. Cause what I know about printing, there needs to be something at the bottom and I’m wondering if something masked it out. But anyways, he needs to have the Facebook portion and it probably shows, you know, minutes after I posted it, he was sitting with Terry McCauley and they were looking at it together. On campus, using tax payer money.”

Judge: “Well, ma’am I’m not going to go there, because that particular part isn’t any of my business. Do you only have a portion of it?”

How the guy obtained my supposed harassment should have been her business.

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2: “This may be a screenshot, your Honor. We’ll leave it at that. “

Judge: “Alright.”

Why clean off that line of information?

What was that information hidden?

Why was this guy following my Facebook posts so closely he had internet print outs so fresh they did not show calendar dates for the posts?

Why was this guy following my Facebook so closely that he had cleaned up print out of posts minutes after I posted them?

How did he actually access all these posts?

Any and all pure screenshots of Facebook would show evidence of being Facebook.

This guy is a serial liar.

I think he proves, well enough for me, that someone besides his daughter helped him prepare for court.

~ * ~

Land of Motown Community College Lying cop #2 started reading my words about previous lying cops Owen Keaton from Livonia, Bob Meury from Garden City and Todd Parson and Norma Naylor from the Michigan State Police.

But he unclear minced out words together.

The Judge had lost control.

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2: “Here’s a request for a personal protection order paperwork an obese abusive man shoved in my open screen door last week.”

Those words are from the end of my response to the court.

Even the white man who “served” me was a brute fuck of a guy.

But Lying Cop #2 continued seamlessly: “It is remarkable to me the propensity for cops to lie. Court papers place [the guy’s] poorly written letter filled with fabrications, lies and sexist manipulations. The fuck the bitch squad of cops lied in Livonia, the Nazi and fat boy liked [lied] in Garden City, the man and woman cop lied at the Michigan State Police when Bill Schuette sent them as part of the Land of Motown Community College witch hunt, November 2015. And Lying Cop #2 a cop works under crooked cop Terry McCauley, Oakland Community college is lying now. I am rightfully terrified.”

More: “I have to go to court Monday, May 8th, to defend myself against a lying cop, and other God damned lying cop.”

First Fucking Amendment. (edit later)

The complainant used my position that he was lying as evidence that I was harassing him!

And the judge bought it!

~ * ~

“I’m terrified” the complainant read, reading my words about lying cops and so-called welfare checks.

I should have watched more lawyer television shows.

I should have objected more.

Since neither party had a lawyer, it was the Judge’s job to adjudicate fairly, which she did not do.

Me: “There is no violence in it.”

Me: “And I am terrified of lying cops.”

The judge having lost control then made things worse by returning to the complainant’s lies about my behavior.

The Judge practically encouraged the guy to repeat and inflate his nonsense but dangerous lies.

When asked to talk about alleged harassment apart from Facebook posts that had little or nothing to do with him, and none which threatened or harassed him directly, Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 turned to Donald Trump third world dictator level lying.

PETITIONER: There have been many times she has stood in front of my house and screamed at me, fuck you, may you burn in hell.”

Never happened.

Will anyone believe me?

Lying husband said I had been physically harassing him for a year and a half.

Later lying wife will say that the harassment started April 5, a month before the ppo hearing May 8, in direct whopping contradiction to her husband’s timeline claims.

I never screamed at anyone on their property.

He brought no witness corroborated his claim.

Judge: “I want to know what’s happened with you.”

Complainant: “I would say multiple times where she screamed fuck you, you should burn in hell, those have repeated. The Facebook posts concerning me, and I believe that she’s allowing her dog to off leash intentionally to create confrontation with my dog.”

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop #2 could not stay on point because he had no point.

I most definitely did not walk my dog off leash for any reason having to do with these assholes.

He continued: “The dog ha been on my property. I have seen her out there with her video camera, taking videos of my home, my mailbox to let people know where I live, and these are repeated violations.”

Violations of what?

If a professed cop sees a person doing these things, as he claims, and he wants them to stop, why didn’t he ever approach me?

Because things did not happen as this lying cop claimed.

~ * ~

Was the Judge consciously helping the complainant when she returned to the Facebook posts?

The Judge asked him, “Alright. Tell me then, let’s deal with the Facebook posts, how do those make you feel?”

Land of Motown Community College Lying Cop#2: “Your Honor, first of all I did 30 years as a police officer. I’m one of the most highly decorated officers from the city of Warren. I have saved babies, I’ve done everything a police officer should and I’ve done it right.”

Talk about avoiding the question.

He should have been cited for jerking off in the court room.

~ * ~

That April, I felt a sense of doom coming from the wife though we never stood close to one another.  

Prior to court, I did encounter her a couple times briefly, unlike her husband, who I did not encounter until the court room.   

When their dog bit mine, she needed to hop on an ATV to retrieve him from my property where her dog was making like a vampire around my dog’s neck. 

I should have called the police.

Damn.

Their German Sheppard, I presume from the way it attacked, was a retired police attack dog. 

~ * ~

Lying Cop #2 brings up Jesus Raped Me.

And misleading Fox News coverage from September 2015.

Which he says he got from the neighbor who did not live in the Fox News Detroit broadcast area. Did Fox News Detroit show the clip on other Fox News stations?

A white male cop was allowed to metaphorically rape me with lies while I was vulnerable and went on in a winding eight paragraph ramble a defense lawyer I’m guessing would have stopped.

He was afraid of my words skipping all my words about illegal looney bin lock up and mental torture, cherry picking, misrepresenting, to destroy me.

Because as a white male cop he could.

How long have sexist men feared women’s righteous anger?

He claim he was afraid of unrelated remote words, not actual weapons, but words, despite his 30 years as a police officer saving babies and never making an error (sarcasm intended): “I’m in fear that all this anger, and you haven’t allowed me to admit all the OCC stuff, but me in my mind, it’s quite violent, and I’m afraid it’s directed at me now. Due to her standing in front of my house for hours, not hours, I apologize, for a half hour at a time in the pouring rain, staring at my house.”

A cop stayed inside his house afraid for a half hour while I “sit there”? And he does not come out and ask me to leave or stop?

His words fail to pass the bullshit test.

~ * ~

Lying Cop #2 brings up my scooter, which stopped running.

“For screaming at us and making repeated trips around this little island that I own of property. There’s no reason to go there, except to harass me. It’s not like she’s going from point A to point B. Going around there is just so she has access to yell and scream at me.”

He did not own the roads around Lake Miramichi, on which I had been walking dogs off leash and riding my scooter since 2002.

Walking my dog and riding my scooter when it worked had nothing to do with him.

I drove on lake roads and circled the triangle I called it when my scooter was acting up and I wanted to make sure it was running well before I took off away from home.

On hills, I would shout to myself, “I am brave!” because going downhill on the scooter scared me.

Driving my scooter became a bravery challenge.

Which had nothing to do with him.

This horrible human among too many humans acting horribly in my life brought up suicide again, which harassed me, suicide gaslit me, which the Judge ignored.

“And I am afraid, I’m afraid of, as I said and I didn’t want to bring it up in front of her to give her any ideas, but I’m afraid tht she may commit suicide by cop. She’s talked of suicide in the past. She’s talked of hurting other people. I’m afraid because they are OCC employees and I am an OCC employee. That is on my mind, whether it is admitted in court or not.”

William MacQueen, my Larry Nassar, affixed the label “suicide” to me, and I am still trying to correct the record.

I never “talked of hurting other people” as he claims.

I was so beat up after at that point five solid years of character assassination from William MacQueen, I did not object.

But since Judge Booher started asking questions it wasn’t clear anymore that I was expected to play lawyer.

“When I have guests I have to explain to them why I’m being screamed at why I’m being yelled at.”

Liars lie more when encouraged and allowed.

And maybe they start to believe their own lies.

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