Not again.

The law provides for a mandatory minimum for a reason and part of it is because of judges like this, who take the side of young, “promising,” white male rapists:

This judge has been removed from handling criminal trials and now will only be allowed to fuck up small claims, probate, civil cases and other legal matters in the Eighth Judicial Circuit court in Western Illinois.

“I love it when you say that.”

Another example of the fox guarding the hen house in a Michigan institution:

Wouldn’t talk with victims of prolific predator and team/university health doc Robert Anderson. Too busy emailing his latest subordinate conquest. Go Blue!

Relevant handwRiting

Thanks to a reader for seeing something I never saw in spite of many readings and recitations concerning the documentation (such as it is) of the arrest of Greg Greene on January 25, 1977 and the arrest of Chris Busch on January 28, 1977.

Here is the Genesee County Jail Inmate Record for Chris Busch after his arrest on January 28 for criminal sexual conduct of a minor in Flint:

When Busch is finally charged for violating the same victim in Oakland County (offense on or about May 29, 1976) on February 25, 1977, Richard Thompson, writes the following on the criminal complaint:

This was pretty hard to miss, but I did:

I’m not a handwriting expert, but I don’t think that is necessary in this case. Recall that OCP chief deputy Dick Thompson and OCP investigator Gary Hawkins were present for an interrogation of Greg Greene on January 26, the day Greene was polygraphed for the first two times. Thompson was back in Flint after Busch was arrested, having driven to Flint in a blinding snow storm on January 28, 1977 (50 mph winds, blowing snow and a 17-car pile up on I-75), before Busch took the polygraph on the Stebbins murder at 8 pm that evening.

Flint PD Det./Sgt. Tom Waldron explains the participation of the Oakland County task force in the interrogation of Greene, and the arrest and interrogation of Busch, and by extension (presumably) the participation of Richard Thompson in the entire deal:

On January 27, 1977, the Genesee County Prosecutor’s Office issued a warrant against Christopher Busch . . . on the basis of information received on Flint Police Department Complaint #2197 made by one [redacted victim’s name]. Due to the fact that the suspect in this matter, Christopher Busch, had numerous contacts and had lived in the Birmingham-Detroit area, the Oakland County Task Force that was involved in the investigation of the kidnap and murder of 5 juveniles, became involved in this matter.

Special Report regarding arrest of Christopher Brian Busch, by Tom Waldron, dated January 31, 1977

I’d say that was a pretty sanitized version of how the name Chris Busch got tossed by Greene on January 25, 1977, as the killer of Mark Stebbins. But I digress.

At a minimum, the document showing the bail reduction is relevant because it shows that Thompson, and therefore his boss Patterson, were aware that Busch, an admitted serial rapist of boys and owner of reels of child pornography and ropes, was free to be on the prowl in their jurisdiction and they did nothing about it before or after my brother was abducted less than seven weeks later, less than three miles from the Busch home in Bloomfield Village.

“Rel” clearly means “released. The fact that an Oakland County prosecuting attorney wrote this on a Genesee County inmate card is not only remarkable, it means somebody in Robert F. Leonard’s office must have been aware of such an anomaly as well. Maybe it was just the chief deputy from another county helping out with paperwork–that must be it.

You might not take this as far as I do–as further evidence that there was never any line–legal, ethical or moral–that the alleged anti-smut, “no deals” duo of L. Brooks Patterson and Richard Thompson would not cross. In the Snow Killings, author Marney Keenan describes a discussion with Jessica Cooper’s bag man, Paul Walton, who explains that he diligently drove to Ann Arbor to ask Richard Thompson why he would write “no deals,” and then have Busch walk with two year’s probation. (Snow Killings, pages 212-213). Sadly, Thompson would have no recollection. “There is no rhyme. There is no reason.”

Oh, I think there is both Rhyme and Reason. But you and I know no agency in Michigan will ever call for the accountability that would be required to keep something like this from ever happening again.

Court records from Oakland County criminal case 77-32312 against Busch indicate the case was handled by OCAP Leonard Gilman. Gilman became US attorney for the Eastern District of Michigan in 1981 and died in 1985 at the age of 43.

Despite Patterson’s theatrical announcement in December 1976 that he would “no longer allow those charged with breaking and entering and those charged with using guns to commit crimes to plead guilty to a lesser offense,” having previously precluded any plea agreements in narcotics offenses, armed robberies and concealed weapons cases, apparently a plea bargain in the case of a confessed child rapist was A-ok. “Plea bargaining denies a victim his day in court, demoralizes the law enforcement community and unnecessarily rewards the defendant,” said Mr. Law and Order.

The Oakland County court file on Busch’s CSC case contains a final note on June 1, 1977: “Spoke with Sgt. Dyer & he agrees with plea and will explain it to victim.”

Explain to the 14-year-old victim that got drug into Flint PD after Greg Greene tossed his name and police and then Busch’s counsel Jane Burgess put him through the wringer, that the legal system would again be unnecessarily rewarding this defendant. Again.


Maybe the voters will wake up and give this guy a permanent suspension. Or is he ready to retire with a taxpayer supported pension? “They were talking about sex because of the case.” Right, counselor. And of course this guy is too special to be subjected to a virtual hearing during COVID and of course he wanted to confront his accuser in the flesh. We get it, your honor.

Does the entire system have to totally stink? There is nothing honorable about this judge. Society deserves better, not just the attorneys and parties who are subjected to him in a courtroom. And of course he is a judge in Michigan. Of course he is.

“A demon who disguised himself as a man of God.”

An Oakland County judge rejected the plea agreement entered into between the Michigan AG and pedophile priest Gary Berthiaume, ruling that what the prosecution had proposed didn’t fit the crimes.

The judge sentenced him to 20 months to 15 years, longer than the prosecution proposed sentence of ONE YEAR AND ONE DAY.

Under the terms of the agreement, Berthiaume withdrew his guilty pleas and a no contest plea. He is out on bond until his next court date, hanging at a hotel.

I am so sick of the old, white man “I am too old to go to prison” defense. Here’s the deal, padre–you only spent six months in the Oakland County JAIL in 1977 for criminal sexual conduct with minors in 1977. You belonged in prison and even back then–the “good old days,” you should have been sentenced to far longer.

Then you got to live decades and decades, continuing to sexually assault, while your employer, the Catholic church, moved you like a chess piece to try to stay ahead of your criminality. You get away with all of your assaults and all your lies until you are 80. Then you pull the old man defense.

This bullshit plea agreement allowed this monster to contend he only “touched boys’ penises.” Seriously? It’s 2022, not 1977. You had a long, long run where your church protected you. It didn’t protect your victims. You had a full life until you got caught again.

No more “one year and one day” for offenders like this. From the sounds of the victim statements, a trial could have been quite devastating for this old freak. Quit taking the easy way out, prosecutors! An Oakland County judge saw through this charade. Now get down to business with this criminal and his attorney. You are better than this

Evening Sessions: The Snow Killings: Inside the Oakland County Child Killer Investigation

Here is a link to sign up for a book talk about The Snow Killings on Wednesday evening, January 19, 2022:

This book talk will be held in person at the Alice and Jack Writ Library in Bay City and live streamed on the library’s Facebook page.

At this point, Marney Keenan has done more digging in this case than anyone at the Michigan State Police ever did or has (45 years, and counting). Imagine if law enforcement and the Oakland County prosecutor had engaged honestly with the public back in 1976 and 1977 instead of withholding critical information and sticking to their “blue Gremlin, no evidence” script and discounting witnesses who saw Kristine Mihelich and Tim King at their abduction sites.

“If I had to guess, I’d say the killer is either locked up or dead . . .” Guessing doesn’t cut it, nor does lying to the public, nor does settling for magically having the killing spree stop and shutting everything down. This case is bigger than a sad cold case that cops were baffled by back in the day. Tune in to hear why.

Another example.

Here is more proof that these freaks find child-centered “work” or programs to gain access to victims:

A “motocross mentor who traveled the country teaching kids about the sport.” Give me a break.

Anyone who believes their child might be a victim is asked to call the Homeland Security tip line at 866-347-2423 or go to

Ken Coleman: When it comes to L. Brooks Patterson’s bigotry, I refuse to be silent ⋆ Michigan Advance

Don’t ignore racism of Oakland County leader Brooks Patterson
— Read on

More than a few people have told me they can’t believe they got snowed by this guy in the wake of the OCCK murders. This piece touches only the tip of the racist, misogynist, self-promoting, shifty iceberg.

Tuesday, January 18, 2022, 6:30-7:30 p.m., EST

Here is a link to register for an online discussion next week with Marney Keenan of The Snow Killings: Inside the Oakland County Child Killer Investigation, hosted by the Detroit Public Library:

Information in the OCCK case keeps coming to light in the wake of the publication of this book in July 2020. Join the discussion, bring your questions, pass the link on to someone you know.

What They Couldn’t Take

Thank you to Marney Keenan for alerting me to the publication of a critically important book, What They Couldn’t Take, a memoir of survival from familial sex trafficking, by Adira James (January 7, 2022). The book is out in paperback and Ebook formats on Amazon, Ebook on Kobo, and paperback and Ebook on Barnes and Noble:

Marney’s blog entry on the book can be found at: I ordered the Kindle version this morning and read this powerful memoir today. I ordered a hard copy for the public library near me and will order another to drop off at the child advocacy center serving children in four counties near me.

In addition to exhaling the truth about her parents’ trafficking her to pedophile rings and child pornography rings active in Detroit and the nearby suburbs in the seventies and eighties, James describes the survival skills she learned as a child and her journey of healing to learn to be present in her life. As she explains, while this is her first book, it is not the first time she has spoken about what happened to her in the interest of helping others.

Familial sex trafficking is vastly underreported for obvious reasons. James’ parents, who lived in the Sherwood Forest neighborhood of Detroit, sold her from at least the age of two until she “aged out” at twelve, to the large pedophile ring operating in the city and suburbs of Detroit. They sold her to “mostly middle-aged white males, like my father, many of whom worked at his company.” Sherwood Forest, it turns out, wasn’t very magical. “Clients” came to the house. She was chloroformed when being transported to the homes of “clients” in the surrounding area.

She describes a complicit pediatrician with a practice in her neighborhood who often treated her for various physical maladies due to the abuse–and then raped her himself while she was in the exam room as her mother sat patiently in the waiting room. When as a teen she landed a coveted part in the Nutcracker Ballet, she was thrilled until she saw she would be dancing on the same stage as an adult male from the pedophile ring. As James explains, “there are so many like you.”

When it comes to making a difference, I ask myself ‘why not me?’ Why not me when it comes to sharing my story and trying to help others. I spent my childhood in a canoe that anyone could rent and I lived my life adrift in a dissociated state most of the time. You, my parents, and the rest of the ring took so much from me–but you didn’t take my spark, and you didn’t distort my soul. What you couldn’t take was the essence that is me.

There are so many like you.

This has to stop!

What They Couldn’t Take, Kindle Edition, p. 110.

The chapter devoted to a letter to medical, law enforcement and other child-serving professionals is really important. Buy this book, read it and pass it on to someone who works with kids. You could save a life.

To the author: May your courage, compassion and clarity help you cross further from surviving to thriving. Thank you for writing this important book, sharing your truth, opening eyes and hopefully saving lives.