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The Sad And Tragic Story Of Who This Drug Addict Girl Is, In Dickinson, North Dakota

In my previous blog post I described how I came to meet a drug addict girl, who I will call “Teresa”, following the theft of my property in downtown Dickinson where I live. In late June, Teresa came walking down the street from the Drug House where she lived, to where I was, working on my vehicle parked on the street beside the apartment building where I live.

At first, I was interested in talking to Teresa, in order to try to find out who had stolen my bicycle in the beginning of June. The longer that I talked to her, I began to notice that she was good looking, in a way that most women in Dickinson are not. She was very thin and muscular, with no body fat at all. But her appearance wasn’t from diet and exercise, it was from drug use and not eating.

Because of the way that Teresa looked, and because she was so forward with me, I was attracted to her, and I wanted to have sex with her. Her whole reason for walking up from the Drug House and talking to me, was probably to see if I had any interest in her, because she needed help.

I knew from talking to the landlord of the Drug House a day or two earlier, that Teresa was likely one of the three people who were being evicted from the Drug House. Teresa told me that she was being evicted, but that she was going to court to fight her eviction.

It appeared that Teresa had no job, no income, no vehicle, and no money. I thought about how I could help her, but I also thought about how much trouble she could cause me. If I allowed her to stay in my apartment, sooner or later she or her friends would probably steal whatever they could from me. Or, she could make an abuse allegation against me, and the Police would likely arrest me and remove me from my own apartment.

I realized that if I wanted to know who Teresa really was, I could look up her landlord’s name on the North Dakota Court Repository website under Civil/Traffic court cases, where he would be the Plaintiff, and she would be the Defendant in a pending eviction court case.

I found Teresa’s real first and last name, plus a second first and last name that she sometimes uses, which comes from her middle name and a previous marriage last name. Using court records, LinkedIn, a wedding registry, company records, and Facebook, I was able to see a very sad and tragic story of who Teresa actually was:

Teresa grew up in, and graduated from high school, in a small town in Indiana. From 2000 to 2004 she attended and graduated from a good state university, receiving a Bachelor of Arts in political science.

While attending university she was employed in business administration, and she continued to have steady employment in business administration after she graduated from university. In her late twenties, with the amount of work experience and long-term steady employment that she had had, she probably earned $35,000 to $40,000 per year.

In 2010 Teresa moved to Virginia in order to attend a business college, to actually get a degree in Business Administration. With her previous extensive work experience in business administration, taking the additional classes in accounting, finance, marketing, human resources, and management, would probably allow her to begin earning $50,000 to $80,000 per year.

Her first semester at this business college in Virginia, Teresa met a fellow student in one of her classes, who had just gotten out of the military. Soon she became best friends with him, later she became engaged to him, and a couple of years later she had two children with him.

Her fiancee that she met at business college in Virginia, I will call him “Jeremy”. Jeremy had a good personality, he was funny, handsome, athletic, and in good physical condition. The photographs of Teresa and Jeremy from this time period at business college in Virginia, both of them about 30 years old, they looked very happy, and very healthy.

When Teresa and Jeremy graduated from business college in Virginia in 2013, soon after that, they moved to Dickinson, North Dakota, which was experiencing an oil boom. Teresa got a job in business administration in Dickinson, with a very large company, her job title was assistant manager. After about a year of working for this very large company in Dickinson, Teresa was promoted to manager.

As manager of this company, Teresa was responsible for the intake of about $200,000 to $300,000 per month, the deposits, the bookkeeping, some human resources, employee management, sales, marketing, public relations, dealing with customers, and more. She earned probably $60,000 to $70,000 per year.

From the civil and criminal court records that I saw, and from her Facebook timeline of photos and comments, it looks like everything began falling apart in approximately 2015. Teresa was no longer with Jeremy, the father of her two children, and it looked like she was no longer employed.

What I saw on Teresa’s Facebook page, was that she was “in-love” with her “soul-mate”, a convicted felon thief, drug addict, and drug dealer from Bowman, North Dakota. In her Facebook photos and comments, and in court records, from 2016 onward, it looked like she became completely immersed in a drug addict lifestyle.

Jeremy was awarded custody of their two children. Teresa was arrested for failure to appear in court, following an arrest for driving without a driver’s license. She was arrested for possession of marijuana. She was evicted by three different property management companies in Dickinson for failure to pay rent. She had four separate court judgments against her for $4,500, $2,000, $1,000, and $1,000.

What was shocking to me, was the contrast between the Teresa that had just graduated from business college, was the manager of a large company earning $60,000 to $80,000 per year, with a new Dodge Charger, with a home, a husband, and two young children, and the Teresa who was homeless, with no children, no job, and walking the streets of Dickinson looking for things to take out of garbage dumpsters.

It is said that a drug addiction is a mental illness. I don’t disagree that drug addiction is a mental illness, but I think that Teresa must have had some kind of mental illness completely separate from trying, using, and becoming addicted to methamphetamine. The reason why I say this, is how in two or three years of using meth, could she not see that she had lost her job, her career, her home, her husband, her children, her friends, and was living on the street, and not want to change? The women’s shelter and rehabilitation is just one mile away.

I couldn’t believe how far Teresa had fallen. But I had to tell myself, how in the world could I help her or deal with her, don’t I realize that her husband, her family, her employer, and her friends must have all tried to help her?

Probably one of the biggest obstacles to Teresa leaving this drug addict lifestyle, is her “soul-mate” boyfriend, who despite being arrested for felony theft and felony drug possession with intent to deliver during this past year, he is not in jail, but on probation. I don’t know when the judges in Dickinson will understand that allowing convicted felon drug dealers to walk around free in Dickinson, is not a good idea, and not helpful to anyone.

Getting Ready To Have Sex With A Drug Addict Girl In Dickinson, North Dakota

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A little over two years ago I moved into an older, low rent apartment in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota. Considering that my truck got stolen in 2017 from this neighborhood by a methamphetamine addict, my bicycle got stolen last month, and more attempted thefts continue, there hasn’t been much of a cost savings from renting this cheap apartment.

However, if you were to regularly read the Dickinson Press newspaper articles under the headings “Police Blotter” or “Crimes & Courts”, you would see that theft, burglaries, and vandalism happen all over the City of Dickinson. In fact, some of the newer and more expensive apartment complexes experience an even greater amount of theft because the residents there have more and better things to steal.

I continue to live in my older, low rent apartment in downtown Dickinson because I like this two-bedroom apartment itself, and there is no point in me paying more money for a newer apartment in a different part of town, if the amount of theft and vandalism is going to be the same or even worse there.

In my recent previous blog posts, I went on and on about the successful theft and attempted theft of my property where I live. I wrote that I eventually began talking to the drug addict women who live at the Drug House down the street, in order to try to learn who had stolen my bicycle and who keeps attempting to steal my property.

I already described and explained that I became attracted to one of the drug addict women at the Drug House, because unlike most of the women in Dickinson, she was thin, small, cute, diminutive, friendly, and she would talk to me at length without trying to get away. This particular girl who I described in my previous blog post, she was not as bad or as dangerous, as one of the other drug addict women who I became even more interested in.

On the evening of June 25, one of the residents of the Drug House was seen using his phone to take pictures of what was in the back of my truck, appearing to be prospecting or shopping my property before he stole it. A couple of hours later, due to a dispute, four or five Dickinson Patrol Officers had to chase this same individual and taser him a hundred feet away from my truck.

The Dickinson Police then had to detain and question about five of the other residents and visitors to the Drug House, out on the street where I live. A couple of days later, one of the women residents of the Drug House, she came walking up to me when I was outside working on my vehicle parked on the street. I was interested in asking her what was going on, what had happened, and who was it who keeps stealing my stuff.

At first, I didn’t notice much about this young woman, I was more interested in trying to ask her questions in the right way to get information, without causing her to walk away. I soon realized that she wasn’t in a hurry to get away, she seemed willing to tell me anything I wanted. I felt bad for her, because she was being so cooperative, I didn’t want her to get into trouble with the drug people that she was living with by being an informant. She didn’t seem to care about her own safety.

Maybe she was just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear. Maybe she was making things up. Maybe she was sick of the drug people that she was living with and was angry with them, I don’t know. I began noticing more what she looked like.

She was nearly my height, only an inch or two shorter than me. She had blond hair that went down a little past her shoulders. She was wearing a white color, light summer dress, with a V-neck, a high side split on the skirt, and she was wearing cowboy boots.

What I noticed most about her, was that she was skin, bone, and muscle, with no fat on her. Her neck, shoulders, and arms just showed muscle, like a young professional dancer who practices five or six hours every day. I admired this about her, though I supposed that her physique was from drug use, rather than dedicated exercise.

Because she was so forthright and forward with me, being able and willing to stand there with me having a conversation, and because of the way that she looked and presented herself, I was attracted to her, and in a way she was exactly what I was looking for.

I can’t over emphasize the scarcity of attractive women in Dickinson, North Dakota. The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is about 3:1, and the women who are here are mostly unattractive, overweight, unkempt, hostile, mean, and unfriendly. Like the old west, there is a need for prostitutes in Dickinson, but the Police in North Dakota won’t allow it, and they are always trying to entrap men looking for prostitutes.

This young woman that I was now talking to, I will call her “Teresa”, though that is not her real name. She told me that she was being evicted from her apartment, and that she was going to court to dispute her eviction. I believed that she did not have a job, and that she probably had no money, or very little money.

I believed that this whole episode of “Teresa” approaching me and talking to me, was to present herself to me, to see if I had any interest in her, because she needed help. Yes, I was interested in her, and I was willing to help her, but I planned on being very circumspect about it.

I told her that I thought that she was attractive, and that I wanted to see her again. She smiled, and she said that I would. I gave her the flyer that I had made offering a reward for my stolen Mongoose Mountain Bike, because it had my phone number on it. She said that she would call me in a couple of hours, but right now she had to go get a lamp out of a garbage dumpster, at an apartment where some people were moving out.

After she walked away, one of my neighbors who is a friend of mine drove up. I told him that I was just talking to one of the drug addict women from the Drug House down the street, who was very attractive, that I had to go clean and hide everything in my apartment because she was probably coming over, would he please talk me out of this, because this is a terrible idea. My neighbor said no, he wouldn’t try to talk me out of this, that he had had drug addict girlfriends before too.

I had to dust the window frames, shelves, base boards, other objects, and vacuum my apartment. While cleaning, I made a mental note of everything that I would have to go back, pick up, move, hide or lock up in order to keep “Teresa” from taking it. Check books, spare key sets, handguns, laptop computers, car titles, bank statements, credit card statements, life insurance statements, investment statements, would all have to be gathered up and locked in a large steel chest that I use as a safe.

As an hour passed, I began to think that I would be just as happy if she didn’t call and didn’t come over, as if she came over and had sex. I began to realize that this wasn’t just a matter of hiding and locking up everything that she could possibly take. It was possible that she would want to stay here, and move whatever she had into my spare bedroom. Then, I wouldn’t have to only worry about her, I would have to worry about her drug addict friends that she would invite over while I was at work.

What if she became a problem, and she refused to leave my apartment after a few days, a week, or a month? If she refused to leave, and the Police wanted to treat her like an equal tenant, this would have to go through an eviction process which could cost a couple thousand in legal fees and take two months. I would probably get kicked out of my own apartment if she wanted to put on an act that I was abusing her.

“Teresa” didn’t call or come over that night. I saw her and her girl friends carrying several loads of discarded household furnishings down the street back to the Drug House. In the following days, she came down to the apartment building where I live riding a bicycle asking for me, and once she was headed to my apartment building and the Dickinson Police stopped her and told her to turn around and go back to where she lived.

I thought and thought about all of the bad things that could happen from having any involvement with “Teresa”, and then I found out who she really was, which I will explain in my next blog post.

Talking To Drug Addict Women From The Drug House In Dickinson, North Dakota

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Due to the successful theft and attempted theft of my property in downtown Dickinson where I live, I started talking to the drug addict women who live at the Drug House down the street. This is probably going to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

Following the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on June 6, one of the people who I stopped and talked to while looking for my stolen bicycle, was a young lady drug addict who was pacing around outside of the Drug House down the street.

I had seen her before in our neighborhood, she is in her late twenties, blond hair, about 5′-3″, 105 lbs. The last time that I had seen her, I was talking to my neighbor, there was an undercover Police Officer in a Chevy Suburban parked twenty feet away from us, and this girl came and sat down in the street with her dog about fifteen feet from me. She was probably very high, sitting down in the middle of the street like that, right in front of the undercover Police Officer, two blocks from where she lived, so all of us just ignored her.

The next time that I saw her, when I stopped, got out of my truck, and walked over to her, I can’t remember if she made much of an attempt to get away or not. I vaguely recall that she made a half-hearted, ineffective attempt to get away, by turning around. I kind of had to catch her, but it wasn’t hard, there was a thick hedge beside the sidewalk preventing her from heading in that direction, and she was probably drugged.

When I began telling her about my stolen bicycle, she stopped, she listened, and she looked at the photograph of my stolen bicycle on my phone. When I said to her that this happened at 2:20 a.m. in the morning, she became more alert and she said, “You have this on video?” I thought that this wasn’t good, that she became alarmed when she found out that I had this bicycle theft on surveillance video. Then she said, “I can’t really see this photograph in this bright sunlight, can you send this to me by texting it?” And she gave me her phone number to text it to.

I didn’t mind texting the photograph of my stolen bicycle to her. I figured that she had to show this to her friends or boyfriend to decide what they were going to do with this stolen bicycle now. It was funny to me that she gave me her phone number just like that, most normal women would never do this. Either it was important to her because she had something to do with the stolen bicycle, or she was high on drugs.

I am not going to tell this girl’s name at this time, because many people would know who she is, and I don’t want to cause her problems, much of what I am saying about her is not flattering, nor are my thoughts, feelings, and intentions.

On Sunday July 14, her friend’s Honda Civic got stolen. Later that day, when this drug addict girl saw me at the grocery store, she waited for me outside the store, then she came up to me and asked me if I could look at my security camera video to see if it showed who stole her friend’s Honda Civic.

At first I was angry at her, I thought that she and her friends had stolen my bicycle, and I told her so. Then I calmed down, and I talked to her drug addict friends sitting in their vehicle in the parking lot. I knew what this Honda Civic looked like, it was lowered, and painted primer-grey. I said that I would look at my security camera video, when did they think that this happened?

When I got home, I had to look through five hours of surveillance video at 4x speed, which takes fifteen minutes per each hour of video. Finally, at something like a video time stamp of 4:34 a.m., it showed the lowered, primer-grey Honda Civic with no headlights on going past.

I didn’t have a USB flash drive to download the surveillance video, so I drove to her apartment down the street, talked to her, and got a USB flash drive from her. I went back to my apartment, downloaded the video, brought the USB flash drive back to her, and I talked to her some more outside of her apartment.

I asked her, “How much was your boyfriend’s car worth.” She didn’t correct me and say that this wasn’t her boyfriend, she said that he told the Police it was worth about $1,000. If this was her boyfriend, he is kind of a sad fellow. He is doing so badly, that I don’t even want to describe any more about him, except to say that it appears that everything has gone wrong for him.

Besides this guy in her apartment, there were two other women. As I wrote in my previous blog post, at this Drug House, there are people who live there who are not renters, they are people who have no where else to go, and they won’t leave.

I have written about this many times, in Dickinson the ratio of men to women is about 3:1, there is a shortage of women. Most of the women who are here, are overweight, unattractive, mean, and unfriendly. There are no prostitutes, the City of Dickinson Police post advertisements for escorts or prostitutes, then they try to arrest the responders and sentence them to twenty years in prison under sex-trafficking laws.

This young drug addict girl, was thin, cute, friendly, and she was not trying to get away from me. I looked her over pretty thoroughly as I was talking to her, and yes, I wanted to have sex with her.

Part of the attractiveness of drug addict women, is that they don’t have the fear, hesitation, or reservations about having sex like normal women do, especially not when they are high. Normal women have a hundred reasons in their mind why not to have sex, everything from what would their friends think, what would their neighbors think, what would their children think, what if they got pregnant, what kind of job does he have, whereas drug addict women don’t think like this, they are risk takers, they live for the moment, not for the future.

I left this drug addict girl without once ever saying anything even slightly related to me wanting to have sex with her, though she probably knew that I did. The more that I stay away from her, and the more that she stays away from me, this will never happen.

This particular girl is not that bad of a person. However, there is an even more attractive drug addict girl from this Drug House, that is even more forward with me, who is a very bad and dangerous person, who I am having a some difficulty avoiding, which I will try to explain in my next blog post.

The Drug House In Dickinson, North Dakota

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Each of my previous four blog posts have been primarily about the attempted theft and successful theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota where I live. I would like to get off of this subject, but I can’t, because this shit keeps on happening, faster than I can even write about it.

Beginning on May 27, 2019 when I found my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle hanging from its bicycle cable-lock off the back of my truck parked where I live, my neighbors in the apartment building where I live, and my neighbors living in the houses in this area, they all told me that they believed that it was the people in the “Drug House” at the end of the street that were responsible for all of the crime in our neighborhood.

It was pointed out to me again and again by my neighbors, that the Dickinson Police are at the “Drug House” nearly every day. If you watch what goes on down there, the Police are at this house looking for suspects, looking for stolen property, serving arrest warrants and arresting people, serving search warrants and arresting people for possession of illegal drugs and stolen property, serving eviction notices, evicting people, and responding to disputes.

Having observed all of the Police activity at the “Drug House” that goes on daily, people in our neighborhood have taken note of the individuals that come and go from the Drug House all day long by vehicle, by bicycle, and on foot, and the people who sit or loiter outside of the Drug House.

Everyone in our neighborhood is suspicious and concerned when they see the residents and visitors of the Drug House parked in their vehicle, bicycling, or walking in the neighborhood, because they are worried that they are planning on stealing something or breaking into a vehicle or home. The parking, bicycling, and walking often appear to have no other purpose than spotting and planning things to steal.

Besides the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, and the cutting through of the bicycle cable-lock on my red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, some of my neighbors have had a luggage rack stolen, a trailer hitch stolen, an expensive bicycle stolen, a baby stroller stolen, a car broken into, a house broken into, and most recently this past week a Honda Civic stolen.

Myself and all of my neighbors would like for this Drug House to be gone. Burning it down, bulldozing it down, getting a community grant to buy it and destroy it, or having the Building Inspector or Fire Marshall declare it uninhabitable are options that have been considered.

I talked to the property manager of the apartment building where I live about the thefts that I have had, which appear to be caused by people walking up the street from the Drug House. He looked up the owner of the Drug House, put the office phone on speaker, and called the owner of the Drug House while I was sitting there. When the phone picked up, he said, “Hey John, I think that you have got a drug problem going on at the house that you own.” John said without hesitation, “Oh I know that I do.”

John, the owner of the Drug House, was an elderly man in his late 60s or 70s. He sounded tired and nearly worn out, almost exasperated. He explained that he had three evictions currently going on at this house, and that none of these people would leave. It appeared that it was never the elderly owner John’s intention to have rented to drug addicts and criminals.

Apparently, this Drug House was subdivided into small rental units, which are not very appealing, and they are very low rent, as low as $250 per month. People with a criminal record, drug addiction, no high school diploma, no job skills, who can’t get a job or can’t keep a job, with very little income, they rent a unit in the Drug House because this is one of the cheapest places in Dickinson.

After the theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on June 6, I drove around Dickinson looking for this bicycle. I stopped and talked to my neighbors, and I showed them photos of this stolen bicycle. And, I stopped at the Drug House several times to show the tenants and loiterers photos of my stolen bicycle.

The female residents of the Drug House were very receptive in hearing about my stolen bicycle and looking at photos. They would say how that was bad, they were sorry, and that they would keep an eye out for it. The male residents of the Drug House would say get the fuck out of here with that shit, we didn’t steal your bicycle.

On the night of June 25, when every Dickinson Patrol Officer on duty at the time had to respond to a dispute involving residents of the Drug House, after this things changed for a couple of weeks. The Police had to chase, taser, arrest, and take to jail an individual who was combative with them and non-compliant. Removing this individual from the Drug House seemed to help quiet things down for a while.

Several residents of the Drug House, and several visitors to the Drug House were detained and questioned by the Police. The visitors to the Drug House did not like being detained, identified, and questioned, and they quit going to the Drug House. The women residents of the Drug House didn’t like this either and they were upset about it.

In the days following this incident, when the women residents of the Drug House were still upset about this, I talked to them about everything that had been going on recently. Some of the residents of the Drug House were not renters, they were people who had no place to go, and they would not leave, this was the case for the person who got tased and arrested, his name was Steven.

Everything was quiet until the Honda Civic got stolen on Sunday morning July 14. Possibly or probably the worst thing to come from all of this, was that I started talking to the drug addict women, which I will explain in my next blog post.

June 15, 2019 Attempted Bicycle Theft In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota

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My previous three blog posts have been about the successful theft and attempted theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota on May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 of 2019.

In this blog post, I just want to explain and show the surveillance video from June 15 at 2:31 a.m. where an adult male walks up to my red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle parked in the bicycle rack where I live. The 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock was found cut through on the morning of June 15, that is why I looked at the surveillance video from the previous night.

If you read my previous blog post, it describes the theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle from the back of my vehicle parked where I live on June 6, where two adults cut through the 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock with a Dremel type tool. The white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle I cared about, the red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle I bought at a City of Dickinson Municipal Surplus Auction two years ago for about $30.

The Police Officer who came to talk to me after I reported this attempted theft on June 15, was Officer Bates. I later gave a copy of three surveillance videos showing the June 6 and June 15 incidents to Dickinson Police Officer Kinto, Officer Bates, and Sergeant Moser.

In this video, at the 02:31:00 time stamp, you will see an individual walk from the right side to the left side of the video screen. If you look closely at the white Chrysler 300, you will see this individual turn to walk in front of this car, to get to the bicycle rack, and then crouch down. Before viewing this surveillance video, click on the settings icon to select the highest video resolution 480p, and also expand this video to watch it on full-screen.

Why this individual didn’t take this red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle at this time, I don’t know. Maybe because the tires did not have enough air in them to ride it. Maybe he got scared away by a barking dog at the house next door.

When I discussed the May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 theft or attempted thefts of my property in downtown Dickinson with neighbors in my apartment building, other people living in this neighborhood, and Dickinson Police Officers, everyone believed that the thieves were coming from the “Drug House” down the street. When an arrest was made of an individual who had been photographing the property in my truck on June 25, following a 911 call about a dispute involving several people, this individual and several other persons involved were residents of the “Drug House”.

It is not that the Dickinson Police Patrol Officers do not care about crime in this neighborhood, they have to go to this “Drug House” on average about once per day. There are drug investigations at this “Drug House” at least once per month, probably more often than that. The suspects are taken to jail, and within a few days they are out of jail, right back to the “Drug House”.

June 6, 2019 Bicycle Theft Video Dickinson, North Dakota

My previous two blog posts described the attempted theft and successful theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota on May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 of 2019.

In this blog post, I just want to focus on the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle from my vehicle that occurred on June 6, 2019, and show the surveillance video of this theft.

There was an attempted theft of this white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on May 27, where this bicycle was left hanging from the back of my vehicle by its bicycle cable-lock. Dickinson Police Officer Langler who responded to my reporting this attempted theft to the Dickinson Police Dispatch, he suggested that I buy a trail camera or a security camera, so I bought a security camera and installed it that same day.

On June 6, 2019 at approximately 2:19:00 a.m., the security camera recorded two adults riding up to my vehicle on black BMX bicycles. On this video, look at the white truck parked on the far side of the street. At approximately 2:21:00 a.m., the security video shows one of the thieves riding away on my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, while he holds onto the handle bars of the small black BMX bicycle that he rode up on.

When watching this video, click on the settings icon to select the highest video resolution which will probably be 480p, then click on the full screen view icon. Look at the surveillance video time stamp, and start viewing at 02:19:00 a.m.

I want to explain several things that I have not already covered in my previous two blog posts. This white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, I bought it for $225 in Uvalde, Texas while I was working in the oil field of southwest Texas, near Carrizo Springs in 2012. On the weekends I rode this bicycle through the sparsely populated, rural areas along the Nueces River. I kept this bicycle in very good condition for the past seven years, it has more sentimental value and memories associated with it, than cash value.

You have got to realize, that two grown adults made one attempt to steal this bicycle on May 27, then they made plans to come back with a Dremel tool on June 6 at 2:20 a.m. in the morning, to crouch down and take two minutes to cut through a 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock out on the street, and then ride down the street holding onto another bicycle, to obtain something that they could sell for only $80 to $100. Do any grown adults do anything as stupid as this, to split $80 to $100 between them, and risk going to jail, if they are not Methamphetamine addicts?

I was upset at having this bicycle stolen, because it means something to me, not because it is worth a lot of money. But more importantly, if two adults are going to come out at night in my neighborhood with a Dremel tool, looking to steal things worth as little as $80, is anything inside or outside my vehicle, or anyone else’s vehicle safe?

It was pointed out to me by several different Dickinson Police Officers, neighbors living in my apartment building, and neighbors living in homes in this neighborhood, that there is a “Drug House” down the street from me. On average, the Dickinson Police have to go to this “Drug House” about once a day.

Neighbors pointed out to me the vehicles that have been broken into, the other property that has been stolen like bicycles, luggage racks, trailer hitches, and a baby stroller, and following tracks in the snow back to the “Drug House” down the street. Some of this was explained in my previous blog post.

Something else that needs to be realized, is that these stolen items like an $80 bicycle or an $80 luggage rack, it is unlikely that someone would drive one or two of these items at a time immediately to Bismarck or Rapid City to try to sell them, because it wouldn’t be worth the trip time-wise or the cost of fuel. There has got to be some shed or garage in downtown Dickinson, that is full of stolen bicycles, car luggage racks, trailer hitches and everything else that has been stolen downtown in the past month or two.

Lastly, besides evidence that seems to point to the people in the “Drug House” down the street being involved in the attempted theft and successful theft of my property downtown where I live, in the original HD high resolution video where I can zoom-in, the person riding away on my Mongoose Mountain Bicycle reminded me of someone who works at a business in downtown Dickinson.

The person who was riding away on my Mongoose Bicycle, who reminded me of a person who works at a business downtown, I looked him up on the internet to learn his last name, let’s say that his last name is “Harter”, an unusual name that I have never really come across anyone having this last name before. (“Harter” is not his actual last name, I don’t want to ruin the Police investigation, however I want people to be able to figure this out.)

When I went to the Dickinson Police Station on June 26 following the arrest of the person from the “Drug House” who was using his phone to photograph the property in my truck downtown where I live, there was another individual from the “Drug House” at the Police Station, and just then the “Harter” guy who looks like the person who stole my bicycle shows up at the Police Station too.

Then, I find out that the “Drug House” resident who is always walking up and down the streets during the day spotting things to steal when it gets dark, her last name is “Harter”.

Also, for about eight years of my life as a kid and as a teenager, I rode my bicycle for an average of about four hours every day. It is very hard to ride a bicycle, and hold onto a second bicycle by the handle bars, pulling it along with you, because the second bicycle always wants to steer into you or away from you, it is very hard to do. It is hard to ride down from a curb on a bicycle with only one hand on the handle bars, even much more so while holding onto a second bicycle. There are only a few people in Dickinson who have this much experience riding bicycles, to ride away holding a second BMX bicycle by the handle bars, and drop down from a curb one-handed, like shown in the surveillance video.

Why I Haven’t Written About Dickinson, North Dakota For A Month

I have not written about Dickinson, North Dakota for a month. This is the longest that I have gone in the past five years without writing anything. This has been one of the worst months of my life. Most of my problems involved being sick, my Siamese cat, going back to Idaho to work on my house, and thefts where I live in downtown Dickinson.

Everything that went wrong for me, was not nearly as important or consequential as the thefts of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota. The last blog post that I wrote on May 27 titled “Early Morning Thefts In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota”, turned out to be just the beginning.

On the morning of May 27, I found my white color Mongoose mountain bicycle hanging from it’s bicycle cable lock, with the front wheel undone, hanging off the back of my truck. I took Dickinson Police Officer Langler’s advice when he came to take a report, to purchase a security camera.

On the morning of June 6, I found that my white color Mongoose mountain bicycle was gone. The surveillance video showed two adults ride up on black BMX bicylces, cut through the bicycle cable lock, and ride off on my bicycle at 2:21 a.m. Dickinson Police Officer Kinto took a report on this theft.

On the morning of June 15, a neighbor found the bicycle cable lock cut through on my older red color Mongoose mountain bicycle parked in the bicycle rack. The surveillance video showed an adult walk up to this bicycle and crouch down beside it at 2:31 a.m. Dickinson Police Officer Bates took a report on this attempted theft where the bicycle cable lock was cut through.

On the evening of June 25 at 7:20 p.m., my neighbors observed an adult male taking pictures of what was in the back of my truck using his phone, apparently the set of four truck tires. The Dickinson Police were not very helpful at first when I was trying to explain this to them, they were especially not helpful when they later tasered this individual 100 feet from my truck when he was being combative and non-compliant with them, in regards to a dispute.

I tried to explain about the attempted theft and successful theft of my property on May 27, June 6, June 15, and at 7:20 p.m. this evening by this individual now in their custody in the back of their patrol vehicle to several Dickinson Police Officers standing there, but they didn’t want to hear about it, except for Officer Langler, who unfortunately had to leave on another call. I couldn’t believe it, I thought that I would have a very difficult time catching this person, and now that the Police had him in custody in their patrol vehicle, they didn’t want to hear about it.

The following morning, June 26, I was able to give a written statement and three surveillance videos to Dickinson Police Sergeant Moser who was in charge of the day shift, in the hope that the Dickinson Police Department could use all of this information with the dates, times, and videos to make some progress in theft investigations in Dickinson.

Dickinson Police Officers Langler, Kinto, Bates, and Moser were professional and they appeared to have a genuine interest in stopping the thefts in downtown Dickinson. But something is wrong beyond these specific instances of theft and attempted theft where I live in downtown Dickinson, something is wrong with the Mayor Scott Decker, the Police Chief Dusty Dassinger, the Judges, the City of Dickinson Commissioners, the long-time local residents, and the out of state workers in Dickinson.

I have lived in small towns, college towns, oil field towns, medium-sized towns, and big cities like Tampa, Phoenix, and Fort Worth. Dickinson has by far the worst theft and drug crime, and it only has a population of 25,000 people.

What I believe is the deliberate under-reporting of crime in Dickinson, is doing way more harm than good. If crime is really bad and out of control, let the people know, let the Mayor know, let the City Commissioners know, so that additional officers or detectives can be hired, or even ask for assistance from the State Police.

There seems to be some kind of unwritten understanding between Police Chief Dusty Dassinger, the Judges, and the thieves and drug addicts in Dickinson, that the theft of property is not that bad, drug activity is not that bad, as long as you don’t do anything violent, you’re O.K.

The behind the scenes attitude of Mayor Scott Decker, Police Chief Dusty Dassinger, the City of Dickinson Commissioners, and the Judges, that the city is just going to have to live with theft and drug crime, there isn’t much that you can do about it, let’s try to minimize the reporting of crime in Dickinson, we aren’t going to hire more Police Officers, let’s just try to make it through these post oil boom years, and all of this will die off, ……..this attitude of allowing it, permitting it, and ignoring it is making Dickinson have the worst crime of anywhere I have ever lived in my life.

Early Morning Thefts In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota

I spent a good part of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday during daylight hours, working on vehicles, getting things done, making progress. Each night I looked on the internet for parts, vehicle problems that were similar to what I had, and repairs that other people had done.

This morning, Memorial Day, when I went outside my apartment building to go to my truck, I saw that someone had tried to steal my mountain bike from the bed of my truck. I had a cable lock going through the bicycle frame and front wheel, because the front wheel has a quick-release lever. The front wheel was removed and hanging there, and the bike was pulled out and hanging there.

This really made me angry, for a whole bunch of reasons. I keep a lot of tools and equipment in my vehicles. I use these tools and equipment regularly, and they need to stay in my vehicle. Things like a battery jump start box, battery charger, digital multi-meter, compressed air tank, socket set, cordless tool set, dremel tools, other tools, spare tires, shop jack, and so forth. This truck got stolen in Dickinson in 2016, and $2,000 worth of tools and equipment were removed from it.

When this truck got stolen in Dickinson in 2016, the tools and equipment that were taken from it, plus the four new tires that were taken off of it, plus the time and money that I spent driving around from Richardton to New England to Belfield looking for my truck and handing out flyers, this all cost me a loss of about $3,000.

The person who stole my truck and later abandoned it, he is a long-time, well-known car thief in the Dickinson area, and a drug addict. He spends most of his time in jail and in prison. Getting arrested, being placed in jail, and going to prison are not a deterrent to him, nor will he ever, ever be able to pay any restitution for what he stole.

So now, I have a cable lock going through my truck steering wheel, a cable lock going through my spare tires, and a cable lock going through my mountain bike. I have to double check that my tool box is locked, and I have to double check that anything of value is locked inside of a locked chest, which is cable locked to the seat frame.

But all of this locking everything up, all of this worry about locking up everything that I own, trying to keep the tools and equipment that I use and need, it’s like a losing battle here in Dickinson. Living in Dickinson, it’s always, always one step forward, and two steps back.

Low-life, scum-of-the-earth thieves still roam the streets of downtown Dickinson at night trying to steal things out of people’s vehicles. They aren’t afraid of the Police, they aren’t afraid of going to jail, and they aren’t afraid of going to prison. The Police, the Judges, the jail, and prison aren’t bad enough or severe enough for them to be afraid, these things aren’t a deterrent to them.

I have to be careful about what I say, but I would like to kill the next person that I catch trying to steal something from me or vandalize something that I own. I know that I would probably get caught, that I would go to prison for years, maybe life, maybe get the death penalty. The thieves in Dickinson have no fear of getting caught, they will keep on stealing because their punishment is never severe enough, so I would just like to kill them right on the spot.

I called the Dickinson Police this morning, and an officer came and he looked at what I had going on. The Police Officer suggested to me that I get a trail camera. I went to Menards and I bought a high-definition security camera system for $190. I mounted the outdoor weatherproof high-definition security camera on my apartment balcony, aimed at where I park my vehicles.

The power and video cable from the outdoor camera go to a DVR inside my apartment that has a 1 terabyte hard drive. The default operation of the outdoor camera and DVR is to record video whenever motion is detected. However, I changed the settings so that the outdoor camera video is recorded continuously. There is enough memory for the camera video to be recorded continuously for eighty hours before the DVR automatically begins overwriting the older video.

Now, I sit here in my living room glancing at my television screen, which shows what is going on in the apartment building parking lot and out on the street. This afternoon, I went over to one of my neighbor’s house to tell him what had happened, and he and his wife told me that a luggage carrier had been stolen off of a truck one block away earlier this week.

The second neighbor that I spoke to this afternoon, he told me what else had been stolen this past week in this neighborhood. The third neighbor that I spoke to, he showed me the Nissan car that had been broken into last week. The first two neighbors that I spoke to this afternoon, they had an idea where the thieves are coming from, and this area is where I thought they were coming from too.

There is a very wretched and distressed apartment building, and several very distressed houses that have been subdivided into little cubby holes for the drug addicts to live in, that pretty much guarantee that we will always have crime in this neighborhood downtown. The drug addicts come out after midnight and wander around the neighborhood looking for things to steal.

Though these drug addicts wandering the streets at night in Dickinson attract the attention of the Police, what are the Police going to do besides asking them a few questions about what they are doing and where they are going? The way that Dickinson is now, probably 25% of the people living downtown have had a drug conviction in the past. With all these drug addicts walking the streets after midnight, each claiming that they are going somewhere, what are the Police going to do?

The Truth About What Is Going To Happen To Dickinson, North Dakota

It is tiring, frustrating, and upsetting to me, to continue to see people in Dickinson refusing to recognize and acknowledge what is going to happen to Dickinson, North Dakota. I don’t want to see anyone being taken advantage of, and that is the way that I look at what people are attempting to do in Dickinson, to deceive others for financial gain.

Why can’t everyone just accept and admit, that Dickinson already experienced an oil boom in the 1950s and the late 1970s, and that after each of these oil booms Dickinson experienced a contraction in the economy, many people losing high paying jobs, businesses closing, people moving away, property decreasing in value and becoming difficult to sell. This most recent oil boom ended in 2015, there will be a continued decrease in the population of Dickinson, but no one will admit this, and everyone is pretending that this isn’t going to happen.

The very wealthy owners of the local banks in Dickinson, most of whom do not live in Dickinson, have already put in place lending policies that show that they understand what is going to happen in Dickinson: many people losing their jobs, many people moving away, properties decreasing in value, and properties becoming difficult to sell. I will give three brief example of these local bank lending policies:

I wanted to purchase a manufactured home in Belfield on its own 75’x140′ lot that was for sale for $20,000 to $25,000. This treed and grass corner lot with water, sewer, and electric to it was probably worth $20K, without even considering the 3br, 1ba fully furnished home in good condition with new siding, added enclosed porch, and added open deck. I contacted five local banks, and each one of them said that they had been instructed to not make any loans on manufactured homes, no matter how much land was involved.

A neighbor of mine who is 53 years old, wanted to purchase a home in our neighborhood that was for sale for $130,000. This neighbor had made about $45,000 per year for the past eight years with his current employer. He is single, and he had just finished paying about $900 per month in child support for the past fifteen years. If he continued to allocate this $900 per month toward house payments, he could have paid off this house mortgage in fifteen years. The bank told him no, as if his income and eight year job history at the same company in Dickinson didn’t mean anything, like they were expecting him to lose his job and not be able to get another job.

Another neighbor of mine who is in his forties and single, he has made about $42,000 per year for the past four years with his current employer. He wanted to buy a house, so he completed a mortgage application with a local bank. The bank approved him for a mortgage of up to $80,000. If you go on the internet and use a mortgage calculator, this $80,000 mortgage would have a monthly payment of less than $400 per month. With a single man having a take-home pay after taxes of $2,700 per month, why would the bank calculate that he could only afford $400 per month on housing? It’s like the bank didn’t expect him to keep his job, or be able to get another job.

From the three examples above, the local bank lending policies indicate that they don’t expect local people to keep their job, be able to get another job, and the banks don’t want to foreclose on properties in order to sell them to recover the unpaid balance on loans, because these properties will not be worth the unpaid loan amount, and these properties will not sell.

There are people and groups in Dickinson that like to talk about how Dickinson is growing, which isn’t going to happen the way that they say it is. Dickinson is going to shrink and contract for at least the next several years. I am tired of hearing about several specific examples of growth and prosperity in Dickinson, which in my opinion, these examples are hoaxes, as they aren’t going to happen any time soon: the Davis Refinery, the Odyssey Theaters Cinema Complex, and the Dickinson Hills Shopping Center.

I have written about, and explained the proposed Davis Refinery west of Belfield twice before. The original proposed cost of the Davis Refinery was $900 million, twice the cost of the Dakota Prairie Refinery west of Dickinson which was built by the huge utility company Montana Dakota Utilities. How was the proposed $900 million Davis Refinery going to be built, by an investor group who had never built a refinery before, who were in fact seeking initial investments to help cover the cost of permitting and planning? My personal opinion is that the proposed Davis Refinery developers have only raised $10 million to $40 million.

A year or two ago the City of Dickinson sold a public parking lot located behind the U.S. Post Office to Odyssey Theaters, supposedly so that they could build an 8 cinema movie theater complex. Most people in Dickinson have noticed that there is a shortage of parking downtown, even more so now that the City of Dickinson sold a public parking lot that was almost always full. Where are the customers of this proposed 8 cinema movie theater complex going to park? Construction was supposed to start this Spring, meaning now, but I don’t think that construction will start this year.

The developers of the proposed Dickinson Hills Shopping Center asked the City of Dickinson about a year ago if the City would pay for the extension of Fairway Street into their development. The City agreed to pay for this $1.3 million road extension if the developers could show that they had lease commitments from tenants. A few months ago the City Attorney Jan Murtha did look over signed lease agreements from Hobby Lobby, T.J. Maxx, Shoe Department Encore, and Dollar Tree. My opinion, is that although these four tenants signed valid lease agreements, there was no penalty to the developer if they did not move forward with construction. My opinion, is that the developer wanted the access road into their proposed development, so that they could sell this property, and not move forward with construction at this time.

North Dakota Governor Doug Burgum, his Attorney General Wayne Stenehjem, and Wayne’s cousin Stephen Stenehjem CEO and president of First International Bank & Trust, have all had to deal with embarrassing business fiascoes in Dickinson many times in the past several years: Dickinson State University awarding degrees to foreign students who did not complete the required curriculum; the DSU Foundation having to be dissolved and held in receivership to determine what was going on and where the money went; Hawks Point Assisted Living Facility on the DSU campus failing to repay their loan from First International Bank & Trust; DSU and the DSU Foundation failing to repay their loans for the construction of the Biesiot Activities Center.

People in Fargo and Bismarck are very aware of the business practices and outcomes in Dickinson, North Dakota. The Catholics collected and spent over $75 million in Federal grant money and donations to construct a new hospital in Dickinson, shutting down the old hospital. Many knowledgeable health care employees and residents in Dickinson came to realize that the old hospital that was shut down, had more emergency medical care capabilities, more critical care capabilities, more medical treatment services, and a building with a basement that could withstand a tornado.

Therefore, when a group business people and Dickinson State University people got together and created the Theodore Roosevelt Foundation in order to raise funding to build a Theodore Roosevelt Presidential Library and Museum in Dickinson, the Governor of North Dakota stepped in and stopped that, No Way. The people in Fargo and Bismarck are fully aware of how the people in Dickinson are. No way were they going to allow a group of people in Dickinson to collect millions in government grants and donations, obtain construction loans, overpay contractor buddies to perform work, get a substandard inadequate facility, not repay the construction loans, and not be able to account for where all of the money went.

It’s not just the business practices in Dickinson that the rest of the state takes notice of, it’s how the people in Dickinson behave and treat other people. This is another reason why the Governor of North Dakota intervened to not allow the Theodore Roosevelt Presidential Library and Museum to be built in Dickinson, because of how the visitors would be treated in Dickinson and how the people behave in Dickinson. Here are some examples:

During the oil boom, the people in Dickinson quadrupled the rent that they charged the out-of-state workers.
During the oil boom, the people in Dickinson voted to not allow “Man Camp” temporary worker housing in the county to alleviate the housing shortage.
Though many, many people in Dickinson received windfall sums of money from oil wells on their property, the people in Dickinson deliberately refused to construct a homeless shelter. Out-of-state workers who could not afford the quadrupled rent, slept in their cars, underneath bridges, in the bushes along the railroad tracks, on the embankments of drainage ditches, or outside behind the truck stop.
When the ratio of men to women in Dickinson was 3:1, the Dickinson Police made a fake advertisement for a woman offering sex on the internet. When a man called to arrange to meet her, the fake woman made up the statement that she was under 18. The Dickinson Police then tried to charge the man with Commercial Sex Traffic of a Minor, a twenty year sentence, and he never even met the woman.
The bars and restaurants in Dickinson hire methamphetamine addict and heroin addict criminal women from Spokane, Seattle, and Coeur D’Alene to work as servers, performing no background checks.
The employers in Dickinson hire drug addict felons with multiple convictions, performing no or inadequate background checks.

Because of the end of the oil boom, the population of Dickinson will continue to decrease for years to come. The people in Dickinson refuse to acknowledge this, and they even point to signs of growth which are actually hoaxes, that will not happen. The very wealthy successful people like the local bank owners know what is going to happen in Dickinson, and they have practices in place that indicate they expect an out migration.

The Governor of North Dakota, the Attorney General of North Dakota, other wealthy successful people in North Dakota know all about the business practices in Dickinson, the business schemes of the people in Dickinson, what they do with government grant money and donations, how they don’t repay loans, how they are unaccountable for money, how the people in Dickinson treat other people, and how the people in Dickinson behave. Not only did they intervene to prevent the Theodore Roosevelt Presidential Library and Museum from being built in Dickinson, they wanted to close down the Women’s Correctional Facility in New England, and they will probably seek the closure of Dickinson State University before long.

In the near future, Dickinson will begin to change more toward what New England, Belfield, and Richardton are like. You don’t understand, this is what the wealthy, successful, influential people in Bismarck and Fargo want. They do not want Dickinson to grow, they want Dickinson to shrink. Not only do they not like Dickinson, and do not believe in Dickinson, they don’t want the oil revenue money from western North Dakota being wasted on improving Dickinson. As far as they are concerned, they would like to see Dickinson as just unimproved grassland, and all of you Dickinson people gone, because you just can’t seem to change and get with the program, you remain backwards.

Sophia Totterman, The Smartest And Fiercest Girl On YouTube

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Late last night I clicked on a YouTube video showing a very small girl, barely in her teens, and I was shocked. In this video, she was going on a rant about how YouTube had disabled comments to all of her videos in order to protect her from possible pedophiles, which was punishing her, not the pedophiles. She was using profanity, making sexual references, saying things that would be offensive to many people, and acting quite fierce, even though she was about 4′-11″, 90 lbs, and twelve years old.

I had never seen this girl before, and I had never heard anything about her. Her YouTube channel name was “Soph”, and her name was Sophia. I quickly watched three or four more of her other videos, which were even more elaborate and more impressive social commentaries than the first video of hers that I watched.

I was shocked and amazed, I had never seen a person or YouTuber like Sophia before. I am 50 years old, for 40 years I have seen stand-up comedians who tried to become famous for their edgy, off-color, offensive, mean, profane, crude, vulgar, shocking monologues. I have watched entertainers, journalists, television hosts, and politicians try to be witty, insightful, funny, and attention getting when it is their chance to speak. I would say that Sophia could out do all of them.

Sophia was born in September of 2004. She is 14 years old now, and a freshman in high school in Marin County, California. In 2015 when Sophia was 11 years old, her parents helped her create a YouTube channel called “LtCorbis”. From what I read on the internet, after uploading videos to her YouTube channel “LtCorbis” for roughly a year, a more popular and established YouTube channel featured one of her videos, which led to her channel quickly growing to 400,000 subscribers.

With 400K subscribers to her YouTube channel, and perhaps 500,000 to 1,000,000 views to some of her videos back in 2016 and 2017, this could have earned Sophia $200,000 to $400,000 from YouTube, when she was 12 or 13 years old.

Then, YouTube began to act very strangely toward its YouTube channel creators. Some of the most provocative, shocking, and outrageous YouTube channel creators like Sophia had their channels grow to more than 500K subscribers, with some of their YouTube videos receiving millions of views. According to the formula used by YouTube to determine how they paid the YouTube channel creators based on their number of subscribers and video views, each of these most popular channel creators would have been owed several hundred thousand dollars. But YouTube began trying to not pay channel creators by using a policy called “demonitization”.

The owner of YouTube, which is Google, began to claim that the provocative, shocking, and outrageous videos were causing complaints from advertisers, parents, religious groups, organizations, schools, law enforcement, and so on. YouTube began to inform channel creators that their videos were being “demonitized” because they showed acts of violence, minors being exploited, racism, nudity, etcetera. Keep in mind that these videos were still available to watch on YouTube and they received millions of views, but YouTube had found a way to get out of paying the channel creators for these videos.

Currently, Sophia’s YouTube Channel “Soph” has 900,000 subscribers. With the amount of views her videos receive, the amount of people on YouTube who watch her videos, the amount of advertising that her viewers watch, Sophia should have been paid more than $1 million over the past several years from YouTube, but her videos have been demonitized.

In May of 2019, it was reported that the Police had to conduct an investigation of 14 year old Sophia after she posted the following comment about Susan Wojcicki, the CEO of YouTube:

“Susan, I’ve known your address since last summer, I’ve got a Luger and a mitochondrial disease. I don’t care if I live. Why should I care if you live or your children? I just called an Uber. You’ve got about seven minutes to draft up a will. … I’m coming for you, and it ain’t gonna be pretty.”

In total, I have watched about ten of Sophia’s videos. Below I am including one of the “worst” of Sophia’s videos. I am warning viewers about the bad language and sexual references in this video, though she makes many good points and observations:

Like me, many men would like to leave antagonizing, irritating, and mean comments to Sophia’s videos in order to make her mad, but in order to not allow things to get even more out of control, YouTube won’t allow comments to any of her videos.

I continued to watch more of Sophia’s videos to hear what she had to say, and to learn more about her. I learned that she was a student at Redwood High School in Marin County, California, probably the most expensive and affluent area in the United States. She recorded one of her videos on the porch of her family’s home, which showed miles of undeveloped forests behind her porch, which in California would certainly be a multi-million dollar home.

In another one of Sophia’s videos, she was doing her homework on a thick pad of green engineering form paper, which is expensive, and usually the only people who use this special grid paper are professional engineers or engineering students in their last couple of years in college. I thought that her father must be a very successful engineer to live in Marin County, and leave engineering form paper pads laying around for his daughter to use.

Here is a video where I began to get a little more insight into how intelligent Sophia is, what she has been through, and what her parents are like, where she does admit that her father had “some kind of engineering degree”. This video below would lead me to look for and find out who her father is:

Sophia’s father is Mikael Totterman, a very successful bio-medical engineer with a Bachelor of Science in engineering from Stanford University in California, and a Master of Business Administration from Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. He has founded and been the CEO of several large successful medical technology companies: https://www.linkedin.com/in/totterman

Sophia’s mother is Alexandra “Sasha” Latypova. Sasha was born in Ukraine, and she met Mikael Totterman while enrolled at the MBA program at Dartmouth College in the late 1990s. They became married in 2000. If you look on the internet, Sasha is listed as co-founder and director of the medical tech company Clerio Vision, and she also appears to be a painter.

Update 8/5/2019:

Sophia’s YouTube Channel has been deleted by YouTube. Here is the link to her videos on BitChute https://www.bitchute.com/channel/soph/

Here are a few responses from Sophia’s followers:

Cocoa The Clown 3 days ago,

“She really puts many adults to shame, such a young girl knows more about how the world works than most adults.”

Invid of INP 3 days ago,

“When a little girl threatens their entire world…”

Impervious 3 days ago,

“A 14 year old vs $140 billion corporation… oh, my.”

Miguel Jimenez 3 days ago,

“Feminism: WE WANT WOMEN TO SPEAK THEIR MIND Also feminism: Ban this girl for speaking her mind, she’s harming muh feelings.”

Ben M 3 days ago,

“The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.” ― George Orwell

Remembering Being Around People Who Could Drink And Remain Civil

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When I was kid growing up in a small town on the east coast of Florida, which was about the same size as Dickinson, I remember being around people who could drink alcohol and remain civil.

The circle of friends of my mother and father were mostly attorneys, accountants, appraisers, real estate brokers, insurance brokers, business owners, salespeople, and a few farmers. Back then, most of these people only worked eight hours per day. When their work day was done, all of these people would go visiting, socializing, and drinking.

Whether at a bar, restaurant, the beach, someone’s boat, someone’s home, someone’s vacation home, hobby farm, or a private club, this circle of people always adhered to a code of conduct: no physical fighting, no threatening arguments, no outright personal insults, no vulgar or crude language in front of other people’s wives or children, no getting out of control and becoming dangerous.

From when I was about 3 years old, to when I was about 30 years old and moved away, I can’t remember anyone of this group of people ever going too far out of bounds on these rules of behavior. Especially, there was never any physical fighting.

There were more than several reasons why these people all behaved themselves, even after drinking alcohol for hours: They were doing well professionally and they didn’t want to jeopardize their career by alienating other people; they could possibly be disbarred or lose their professional license for misconduct; they could lose their professional position for misconduct; they had or were beginning to accumulate a large amount of financial assets which they could lose if they ever had a lawsuit judgment against them for injuring another person.

In Florida, most people had the attitude towards life, that if they didn’t have to work, they wouldn’t. If they didn’t have to work, they would gladly spend the rest of their life fishing, sailing, boating, surfing, playing golf, playing tennis, and walking on the beach. People sought to have as much free time for recreation, having fun, and socializing as they possibly could.

As a kid, my parents and their friends would spend all day on the weekends and vacation, at the beach, on the river, on the ocean, at a vacation home, or a hobby farm, eating, cooking out, and drinking alcohol, drinking all day. I could swim, fish, surf, play with animals, eat, or help do something. I was sometimes asked to make drinks, which were mostly rum and coke, with sugar, and lime.

I was welcome to drink any alcohol that I wanted, and I was given beer from when I was about eight years old, but I didn’t like alcohol or beer when I was a little kid, or even when I was a teenager. My sister on the other hand, she liked to drink alcohol from when she was about 13 or 14 years old. But keep in mind, that I am trying to explain that all of the adults, and even their teenage children, were drinking alcohol all day long.

In this group of my parents friends and their children, with everyone drinking alcohol all day long, for days in a row on vacation, there were no physical fights, there were no out of control arguments, there were no angry drunks, there wasn’t any exchange of nasty insults, there was no crude or vulgar behavior, there were no vehicle accidents, and there were only minor physical accidents that were usually funny, like someone falling off a boat dock into the water, or someone falling over backward in a lawn chair from laughing too hard, which just added to the entertainment and laughter.

In Dickinson, North Dakota on the other hand, living here for me is like the movie Planet Of The Apes, Deliverance, or The Grapes Of Wrath. I could say that I don’t know what is wrong with the people here, but that isn’t true, I do know what is wrong with the people here. When the people in Dickinson get a hold of alcohol, the majority of them turn mean, they become hostile, confrontational, and wanting to physically fight people.

Here is the difference: instead of being around people who feel that they are doing well professionally, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel powerless, vulnerable, taken advantage of, and they are angry. Instead of being around professional people who do not want to alienate others, most of the people here are just hourly workers who do want to alienate others because they are tired of being told what to do and they are angry.

Instead of being around people who are being careful in order to not lose their professional license or position through misconduct, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel like they want to misbehave when they are not at work because they are tired of being told what to do and they are angry. Instead of being around people who have a large amount of financial assets and are fearful of being sued, most of the people here are just hourly workers who feel that they have nothing, they are angry about it, and they want to fight somebody because they are angry.

One more thing about Dickinson that is so different from where I grew up, the Police in Dickinson feel like they have the right, and that it is their job to stalk everyone in Dickinson to try to arrest them for something, anything, especially DUI. But since most of the people in Dickinson are just hourly workers, they pretty much are just like livestock or prisoners as far as the Police are concerned.

Missing Life Elsewhere, What I Think Jan Is Going Through

May 18, 2019UncategorizedCity Attorney of Dickinson resigning, Jan Murtha resigning as Dickinson City Attorney, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Today in the Dickinson Press Newspaper, I read an article about Dickinson City Attorney Jan Murtha giving her resignation. Over the past year and a half of having Jan Murtha as City Attorney, I think that she has done a very good job, probably better than any City Attorney that Dickinson has ever had before.

Never once in the past year and a half, did I read or hear about the City of Dickinson being involved in a dispute that got out of hand, where things were not handled correctly. This is almost unheard of, the City of Dickinson not being in a dispute that got worse and worse over time. Smaller towns like Belfield and Watford City seem to have legal fiascoes regularly, like Dickinson used to have before Jan Murtha was hired.

What I came to notice, was not only did Jan Murtha handle legal issues for the City of Dickinson, but she became involved in helping Human Resources and Personnel management, just in order to help things get done. Jan appeared to be one of those people, typically women, who ended up doing way more work than was supposed to be part of her job.

On top of that, Jan had three children and one husband. I believe that she probably had to stop at the grocery store on the way home from work, cook, do laundry, help with homework, help with school projects, and take care of sick kids. I felt bad for Jan, I don’t think that this is the life that she had planned.

Jan’s husband Tom was from Dickinson. I think that Jan understood why Tom wanted to move back to Dickinson, and she was O.K. with that. While living in Dickinson, Jan used to drive to Bismarck to work as an Assistant Attorney General. Then Jan ran for an open position on the Supreme Court of North Dakota, but she didn’t get it.

At the time, it probably seemed like not that bad of a compromise, to accept the position as City Attorney of Dickinson, so that she could spend more time in Dickinson with her children and her husband. But being in Dickinson all of the time, and being involved with the people in Dickinson all the time, Jan could probably feel that it was bringing her down further and further, slowly killing her.

Someone like Jan was probably a bright young girl, with all kinds of hopes and dreams about her future, her career, her husband, her family, her home, what life would be like. Because she was intelligent and willing to work hard, she got into college, graduated from college, went on to law school, graduated from law school, passed the bar exam, and began working as an attorney in her first jobs.

In her early career, she probably saw herself eventually being a judge, state’s attorney, assistant attorney general, or attorney general of a state. Why wouldn’t she think this, she was willing to work hard, learn her job, and she had just as much ability as anyone else.

Instead of what Jan had planned, she found herself reviewing contracts to determine whether or not the Dollar Tree discount store and T.J. Maxx discount store were coming to Dickinson, and having to sit through a City Commission meeting for the fifth or sixth time to hear about whether the City could afford to buy Bernie and Paulette Marsh’s spooky store front building. This already drove the Downtown Dickinson Association Director Jennifer Strange to resign six months ago, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Jan was probably sitting there at her desk more and more often, thinking about where she went wrong, how did her life turn out like this, the only department store that she would ever be able to shop for clothes, in all of western North Dakota will be T.J. Maxx discount store.

More than anything else in the World, at the end of the day Jan probably would have liked to have gone to a nice restaurant with some professional peers, had several margaritas, or several glasses of wine, laughed, joked, and not go home yet to the sobering reality of kids, a husband, and being stuck.

But there aren’t any professional peers in Dickinson, and there aren’t any nice restaurants to go and have drinks in Dickinson. There are only dirty construction workers, dirty oil field workers, meth addict waitresses, and young Police Officers from the Police Academy in Minnesota stalking the streets trying to arrest everyone for DUI.

Card Readers Not Working And Refund Not Given At Lucky’s Tesoro In Dickinson North Dakota

A year ago I began trying to use Lucky’s Tesoro gas station at the corner of Villard Street and 10th Avenue East in Dickinson, North Dakota. For several consecutive fueling stops at Lucky’s Tesoro, the gas pump card readers would not read my Wells Fargo debit card. This was very frustrating because my Wells Fargo debit card works absolutely everywhere else, and I didn’t like standing outside in the cold wind at the gas pump, wasting my time inserting my debit card again and again.

I quit trying to use this Lucky’s Tesoro because I could not get their gas pumps to read my debit card. A month ago, I began trying to use Lucky’s Tesoro again, and I found that one of their gas pumps would accept my debit card. A couple of weeks ago, my debit card wouldn’t work at Lucky’s Tesoro gas pumps again, but my American Express credit card would work. A week ago, neither my debit card nor my American Express credit card would work at Lucky’s Tesoro gas pumps, so I went inside and paid cash.

I telephoned the manager of Lucky’s Tesoro in Dickinson, Damien Bearden, and I explained to him that I would like to use this gas station, but it was angering me that the gas pumps would not read my Wells Fargo debit card nor my American Express credit card, when both of these cards work everywhere else. Part of the reason why I was angry, was because the cashiers at Lucky’s said to me, “No one else has complained that their cards don’t work at the gas pumps”, and I don’t see how this could be true.

A couple of days ago at Lucky’s Tesoro, the card reader at the gas pump wouldn’t read my debit card, so I went inside and I paid the cashier $20 cash for fuel on pump #6. I went back outside, I pumped 5 cents of gas, and then the gas nozzle would not activate to give me the remaining $19.95 of gas that I had paid for. I had to go walk back inside the store, talk to the cashier, go walk back out to the pump, try to restart the fuel pump, fiddle with it some more, and it still wouldn’t work. I was now running late for work, the store cashier was busy with other customers, so I told him I would call Damien Bearden the manager to arrange getting my money back.

On the drive to work, I telephoned Damien the manager of this Lucky’s Tesoro, I explained what had happened, and that I would come back to the store at this same time tomorrow to get $19.95 in gas, or cash back. Damien said O.K.

The following day I went back to Lucky’s Tesoro, the cashier remembered me, and he knew that I was there for my refund from yesterday. He said that he had to call Damien, which was a surprise to me, why couldn’t I just get the $19.95 in cash or gas as was agreed upon yesterday when I spoke to Damien? I heard the cashier’s phone call with Damien, and I was surprised even more when the cashier said to me, “Damien has to call me back.” I said to the cashier that this was ridiculous, I would wait a few minutes, but why couldn’t I just get $19.95 in cash or gas, why is this such a big deal, you know that I didn’t get the gas that I paid for yesterday.

I wasted a few more minutes waiting, and then I had had enough, I was going to be running late for work again. I told the cashier to tell Damien that I was going to write an article about everything that had happened, which at that time they probably could not have cared less, and I left.

I began asking people in Dickinson who owned this Lucky’s Tesoro, and they did not know. I found one person who did know that many people had had problems with the gas pumps not working at this Lucky’s Tesoro on Villard Street, though the cashiers denied that anyone else besides me had problems with their gas pumps.

I searched on the internet for a while, and I found a Dickinson Press newspaper article from 2016 that was about who owned this Lucky’s Tesoro, it was a local group of investors operating under the name Legacy 7 Group. In this Dickinson Press newspaper article, they interviewed one of the Legacy 7 Group investors who was acting as their spokesperson, his name was Tim Lantz. Here is the link to this newspaper article: https://www.thedickinsonpress.com/news/3951277-kum-go-has-new-owners-and-new-name-gas-station-purchased-legacy-7-group

I read some more information on the internet about the Legacy 7 Group and their other Lucky’s gas station in Dickinson. There are two reviews on the website Yelp which describe an experience similar to mine at Lucky’s Tesoro, here is the link, and the two reviews: https://www.yelp.com/biz/luckys-tesoro-dickinson-2

“Absolutely the worst Tesoro station I have ever visited, high priced, dirty and service is terrible. When Don H. Owned this place it was first class and clean.
I was waiting in line for a car wash and they let a guy go ahead of me not very observant at this facility.” …..from Michael

“I just got ripped off for $14 at the car wash. Absolutely worthless. Lesson learned, I will not be back.” …..from Monica

What do people need to do in order to get their money back from Lucky’s Tesoro in Dickinson? Do they need to file a small claims case with the court in Dickinson? Who and where do they serve the small claims notice? I spent some more time on the internet trying to look up “Legacy 7 Group” in order to find out who was listed as the president of this corporation or owner of this LLC, and their mailing address, but this information did not come up.

I tried to find Tim Lantz’s information, and it appears that Tim’s wife is Dr. Cheryl Lantz, the Nursing Department Chair at Dickinson State University. I am including the link to Dr. Cheryl Lantz because this gives her phone number and e-mail, so that you can contact her in order to find out where to get the small claims court papers served: https://www.dickinsonstate.edu/about/directory/dr-cheryl-lantz.html

Whoops, Cheryl Lantz changed jobs recently, she is now the executive director at CountryHouse Assisted Living in Dickinson, so this is her new e-mail address: clantz@chresidences.net.

The Most Important Information On Bigfoot That You Will Find Anywhere

May 12, 2019UncategorizedBigfoot in North Dakota, Bigfoot sightings in North Dakota, Bigfoot sightings in the 1800s, Bigfoot sightings in the 1900s, historical accounts of Bigfoot sighting in the United States, historical records for Bigfoot searchers, historical records of Bigfoot sightings, Lawnflowers Jerky and Bigfoots, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, old newspaper reports of Bigfoot sightings, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Probably more than a year ago, I made a reference in one of my blog post articles about Bigfoot, that if people wanted definitive proof about Bigfoot, they should go look up a website called “Lawnflowers, Jerky, and Bigfoots”, because this website had an archive of actual newspaper articles going back through the early 1900s and 1800s on Bigfoot sightings in the United States.

I was upset that I could no longer easily find this website “Lawnflowers, Jerky, and Bigfoots”, it was no longer active, it looked like the author had abandoned it, and there was only a small mention of it on the internet still.

My belief was, that a university biologist, Department of Agriculture biologist, or U.S. Department of Game & Fish biologist created this website and had to keep it on the down low in order to not cause himself problems in his job. I believe that he had to eventually abandon it because of his job. Every U.S. Government department and bureau, Bureau of Land Management, Department of Agriculture, National Parks, Department of Game & Fish, Department of Forestry, their strict policy is to not ever acknowledge the existence of Bigfoot.

Today, a reader named “Tom” left me a link to this website which I could no longer find:

https://web.archive.org/web/20130528082621/http://www.lawnflowersjerkyandbigfoots.com/Pages/BigfootShootings.aspx

I am very grateful to Tom for this link. I encourage everyone to go look at this website and read the historical newspaper articles about Bigfoot sightings that occurred in the 1800s and 1900s.

Also, everyone always asks or says, “If there were Bigfoots, don’t you think the government would know about them?” The government does know about them, here are over a hundred documented cases of government employees seeing, following, finding, shooting, capturing, being chased, or being attacked by Bigfoot, from this website I am talking about: https://web.archive.org/web/20130427110731/http://www.lawnflowersjerkyandbigfoots.com/Pages/BigfootsandGovernment.aspx

Review Of Los Cabos Family Mexican Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota

May 12, 2019Uncategorizedbest restaurant service in Dickinson North Dakota, casual dining in Dickinson North Dakota, family restaurants in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Los Cabos Family Mexican Restaurant in Dickinson North Dakota, Mexican restaurants in Dickinson North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

On Saturday afternoon, when it was windy, cold, and rainy, I helped my neighbor pick up and move some equipment that required two people to carry from his flat bed trailer to some wood pallets that he had set up. He said thanks, I’ll buy you dinner. Do you want to go to Buffalo Wild Wings or Sanfords Pub & Grub? I said either was O.K. He said lets go at 7:00 p.m.

I didn’t eat anything that afternoon because I was now expecting to eat a large cheeseburger and fries later that night at 7:00 p.m., I was not very hungry, and I was also on a diet. I spent the rest of the day driving back and forth to hardware stores and working outside on a personal project.

When my neighbor and I left that evening to go eat, he asked me if I had tried the new Mexican restaurant that had taken over where Don Pedros Mexican restaurant used to be. I said no, I hadn’t tried this new restaurant, but I had liked Don Pedros very much. He said well this is better than Don Pedros.

This new restaurant is called Los Cabos Family Mexican Restaurant. It is not a chain or franchise restaurant, it is a family created, owned, and operated restaurant. It is located on 12th Street West, just down the street from Ace Hardware, across the street from Army’s West.

As soon as we walked in, a very professional and nicely dressed male maitre d’ asked how many were in our party, quickly led us to a booth, and handed us menus. The restaurant which has two medium size dining areas, was either completely full once we took our seats, or very nearly completely full. There was one long table with a party of about twenty people adjacent to us, who were all very happy and enjoying themselves.

Next, an assistant waiter immediately brought us some complimentary tortilla chips and salsa to eat while we looked over the menu. Soon, our waiter came and took our drink order, and he asked us if we needed to take a few more minutes to place our food order. There were four or five pages of very interesting and appealing entrees to choose from: beef, chicken, seafood, steak, burritos, enchiladas, fajitias, carne asada, tortas, taco platters, salads, vegetarian options, and more.

I want to emphasize how professional the maitre d, assistant waiter, and waiter were in their dress, manner, alertness, and quickness. They were all adult men, who were very serious about their job, and the service could not have been better. This was the best and most professional restaurant staff that I have ever seen in Dickinson.

We ordered two appetizers, the guacamole dip, and the queso dip. Both were very good, and the assistant waiter had to bring us three or four baskets of tortilla chips, which he did without us having to ask.

I ordered the Steak Maya, which was marinated char-broiled steak accompanied with sauteed onions, mushrooms, jalapenos, pineapples, and sauce, served with four corn or flour tortillas, for $20. This was very, very good, and though I was hungry now after not having eaten anything all day, I could not finish my entree and I had to take half of it home with me in a to-go box.

My neighbor had some kind of giant burrito dinner platter, and he ate the remainder of the guacamole, queso, and salsa appetizers. No, I didn’t ask my neighbor to pay for my steak dinner like he offered to do for me helping him earlier, we split the bill which for the two of us was $55 with our drinks, two appetizers, free salsa, and our two entrees.

I would recommend this restaurant to people who are very hungry, who want very quick, attentive service, and large food portions. I would also recommend this restaurant to families with children, couples on dates, larger groups of people dining together, and even Dan Porter.

Here is a link to this restaurant where you can look at their menu items, appetizers, drinks, prices, daily specials, and hours of operation https://www.loscabosmexican.net/

The Deadly Crosswalks Of Dickinson, North Dakota

May 8, 2019Uncategorizedbad drivers in Dickinson North Dakota, crosswalks in Dickinson North Dakota, driving in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Stopping at the crosswalks on Villard Street in Dickinson for pedestrians is like watching pheasants, ducks, or house pets get run over. The pedestrians in the crosswalk have this mistaken belief that all of the vehicles are going to come to a stop. No, they aren’t going to stop!

Whether I am in the right lane, or the left lane on Villard Street, when I slow down and come to a stop when pedestrians are entering the marked white-striped crosswalk, and I watch the pedestrians begin crossing the street in front of me, it never fails that a motorist travelling in the adjacent lane continues driving at 30 mph, oblivious to the fact that I have stopped in the middle of the road at some white-striped pavement markings and street signs the read “Crosswalk”, and that there are pedestrians about to emerge from in front of my vehicle.

It is really scary and nerve wracking, to watch a mom and her little kids make it across the first two lanes of traffic, pass in front of your vehicle, and then when they are just about ready to step into the last last lane and cross, Wrvroom!, some ignorant, inbred, piece of shit going 30 mph nearly kills the whole family.

Most people in Dickinson can’t read, there is no way they can understand signs, or understand pavement markings. They can’t understand something like, “Pedestrians in the crosswalk have the right-of-way” or “Yield to pedestrians” or “Crosswalk”.

Everyone Faces The Danger Of Informants

May 8, 2019Uncategorizedart dealer informants, buying an underground shelter, coin dealer informants, FBI informants, gun dealer informants, keeping your emergency supplies secret, keeping your firearms a secret, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, safe installer informants, secrecy for preppers, Steve Pruitt of Texas, underground shelter informants, vault installer informantsname withheld

It is customary for people to expect confidentiality to be maintained when they discuss personal, private matters with their attorney, accountant, medical doctor, priest, or their own spouse.

Though it is not regulated by law, professional licensing, or industry, people also naively expect confidentiality to be kept by bank tellers, coin dealers, art dealers, gun dealers, safe installers, vault installers, safe-room building contractors, and emergency shelter dealers and installers.

How would you like it, if a bank teller told their friends about a very large cash deposit or withdrawal you had recently made? Or if a coin dealer told people about the large amount of gold coins that they had sold to you over the years? Or if a gun dealer told people about each of the firearms that they had sold to you? Not only might you not like other people knowing your personal business, this information that you didn’t want shared could put you at risk for robbery or burglary.

To take this breach of confidentiality to an even worse level, how would you like it, if you paid a seller and installer of emergency shelters $250,000 to install a large underground shelter on your property, so that you could store all of your emergency survival supplies and all of your firearms, and even before the installation was begun, they informed on you to the Federal Government which led to your arrest, three years in prison, and confiscation of all of your firearms? This is exactly what happened to Steve Pruitt of Texas in 2013.

Steve Pruitt was the owner of a surveying company in Midland, Texas, an area where there was an oil boom. Roughly sixty years old, Steve had had a successful career, raised a family, and had pursued hobbies such as drag boat racing, long distance shooting, tactical shooting, and firearm customization. In west Texas, Steve had leased seven sections of land from a long time friend, in order to spend his free time outdoors shooting and experimenting with firearm modification and customization.

For those of you who don’t know, a “section” of land is one mile wide by one mile long, equal to about 700 acres. If you leased or owned seven sections of land, if you walked from one property corner diagonally to the opposite property corner without stopping, it would take you about two hours.

Steve wanted to have an underground emergency shelter installed on the land he had leased, in order to safely and securely store his emergency supplies, firearms, and ammunition. He found what looked to be the most widely known underground shelter company and he contacted them about doing an installation for him. This company handled both the sale and installation of pre-fabricated underground shelters.

The owner of the underground shelter company wanted to come and meet Steve on his property in west Texas. When the owner of the shelter company arrived to meet Steve, he took an interest in Steve’s firearms that he was working on, and some of Steve’s other possessions. By the end of the day, the owner of the underground shelter company had asked to purchase about $25,000 worth of Steve’s possessions that he was interested in, which included some of Steve’s firearms.

What Steve did not know at the time, was that the owner of the underground shelter company had committed at least six felonies for such things as assault and theft of over $20,000 per charge. He had also been involved in about twenty-five lawsuits. However, the underground shelter company owner had never served any time in prison, probably because he was an informant.

Immediately after purchasing the firearms from Steve, which he was not allowed to purchase because of his felonies, the underground shelter company owner contacted the FBI to inform on Steve. Though Steve had five licensed silencers for five of his firearms, he had made a couple more himself for the long range rifles that he practiced with. One of the firearms that Steve sold to the underground shelter company owner was a semi-automatic rifle that had been modified to fire full auto.

Though Steve had never been arrested for anything in his life, because he unknowingly and unintentionally did business with a long-time felon with many charges for assault and theft, who wasn’t in prison because he was an informant, Steve was informed on and he spent nearly three years in prison, and had to spend $1 million in attorney’s fees to keep from being sentenced to thirty years in prison.

Here is the video which I start at the twenty minute mark, where Steve tells his story to someone who is not a professional interviewer or journalist:

Often times, ordinary people can get the impression that Law Enforcement and the FBI’s use of informants, allows very, very criminal people to go around committing crimes again and again without punishment, and sends mostly law abiding people to prison. The public would be much better off if the informant was kept in prison where they belong, and the mostly law abiding people were left alone. Where is the common sense or ethics of Law Enforcement and the FBI?

Perhaps the biggest take-away from all of this, something to think about, if you have ever tried to put your money into gold, silver, art, or firearms to protect your wealth and own something of value, or have a safe, vault, or bunker installed, did the individuals that you were dealing with go and report you to the Federal Government, Law Enforcement, or thieves?

Hope That New Chamber Director Christina Jorgensen Will Be On-Board With Hygiene Program For Dickinson, North Dakota

May 2, 2019UncategorizedChamber Director Christina Jorgensen, Christina Jorgensen in Dickinson North Dakota, goals for the Dickinson Chamber North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, new Chamber Director in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I hope that the new Chamber Director, Christina Jorgensen, will be on-board with a hygiene program for Dickinson, North Dakota. Any journey begins with the first few steps, and I hope that Christina will keep this in mind as she begins trying to make Dickinson a place that normal people would want to live.

Just think about how much better and nicer Dickinson would be, if people would take pride in their appearance, clean themselves up, wear clean clothes, and act appropriately. With some determination, perseverance, vision, and adhering to this hygiene program, I think that Christina can improve the image of Dickinson.

Here are some of the tenets of this hygiene program:

Wash hands frequently with soap and water.
Shower or bathe daily using soap, water, and shampoo.
Brush teeth regularly with toothpaste and a toothbrush.
Clean under fingernails with a brush or nail file regularly.
Use tissue paper, paper towels, or a handkerchief to blow one’s nose.
Use toilet paper.
Use deodorant products sold in stores.
Use feminine care products sold in stores.
Wash clothes regularly using soap or laundry detergent.
Wear clean clothes regularly.
Get a hair cut by a barber or stylist every few months.
Do not use tobacco products at the dinner table, especially in public restaurants.
Do not fornicate with animals.

Besides teaching the above principles, Christina can set a good example by her own behavior. This means not being late to events, not being late to work, not showing up wearing pajama pants and a hoodie, not wearing clothes that reek like cigarettes, and not driving around Dickinson or standing in the parking lot with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

Now, you might be thinking, how could Christina Jorgensen ever take the place of Sarah Jennings Trustem, Queen Of Dickinson, Duchess of Marlborough, as Chamber Director? Well, I did my research using Google, and it turns out that Christina Jorgensen is also a very famous person. The Scandinavian Society of New York, once named her Woman Of The Year, for her contribution to the advancement of medical science:

The Lack Of Silverware, Plates, And Glassware At DSU Is An Indication Of A Bigger Problem

May 1, 2019Uncategorizedattending Dickinson State University, Dickinson State University Dining Hall, Dining Hall at Dickinson State University, helping students at Dickinson State University, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, making a donation to Dickinson State University, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

On April 23 I went to the Dickinson State University Dining Hall restaurant at 7:00 p.m. for dinner. After I had paid to get in, I soon discovered that I could not find any silverware, plates, or glassware, and there was hardly any food left.

I was very angry about this, and when I got home, I updated two previously very favorable blog posts about the Dickinson State University Dining Hall restaurant, to describe what had happened. Unlike myself, with the ability to get in my vehicle and go someplace else to eat, there are probably some DSU students who paid for a Dining Hall meal plan, who don’t have a vehicle and don’t have money to go someplace else to eat.

When I thought about this situation some more, I realized several things. The first, second, third, and fourth time that I had been to the DSU Dining Hall restaurant, there had only ever been a handful of plates, silverware, and glassware. And the plates and glassware were old, worn, inexpensive plastic. I am not complaining, I just realized that there was a scarcity of plates, silverware, and glassware, and that it was old and worn.

At the same time that I was realizing how low on supplies the DSU Dining Hall was, I had recently read a Dickinson Press Newspaper article about how a group of 39 local business people and DSU alumni had raised $750,000 in order to purchase the previously occupied DSU Alumni and Foundation building.

This brought to mind newspaper articles that I had read about DSU alumnus Jerome Strom and his wife Rosie Strom donating $1 million to Dickinson State University in 2007 to form the Strom Center for Entrepreneurship and Innovation. When the Strom Center was closed in 2016 due to lack of funding, Jerome Strom said that he was very disappointed with the closure, lack of communication, and not much of an explanation as to what happened.

I remembered more newspaper articles, such as five banks, American Bank Center, Choice Financial Group, Dacotah Bank, Western Bank, and Kirkwood Bank & Trust suing Dickinson State University for non-payment of loans to construct the Beisiot Activities Center on the DSU campus. And, First International Bank And Trust foreclosing on the DSU Foundation’s Hawk’s Point Assisted Living Facility on the DSU campus for nonpayment of $5 million in debt.

Here is my question, and my puzzlement, this money, $750,000, $1 million, $5 million, and more, gifted, borrowed, lost, and not paid back, have these financial dealings gone too far astray from benefiting the students who actually attend Dickinson State University? Wasn’t there, or isn’t there even $500 available to buy some new plastic plates, plastic glassware, and silverware for the students to eat with in the DSU Dining Hall?

Don’t anyone dare gift any money to Dickinson State University for new plates, glassware, and silverware for the DSU Dining Hall, because God only knows where that money will disappear.

I recommend going on the internet, ordering some commercial restaurant plastic plates, plastic glassware, and silverware, and having them shipped to:

Dr. Thomas Mitzel, Dickinson State University, 291 Campus Drive, May Hall 104, Dickinson, ND 58601. Phone 701-483-2326, Thomas.Mitzel@dickinsonstate.edu

Here is a link to a commercial restaurant/cafeteria supplier: https://www.webstaurantstore.com/search/cafeteria-plates.html

I am recommending the tan color plates, in order to match what the DSU Dining Hall already has, instead of the white plates, this is the product description for the tan color, 9″ diameter plates: (you should be able to just click on this product link in red type below to see a complete brochure description)

Thunder Group NS109T 9″ Narrow Rim Thunder Group Nustone Melamine Plate – Tan – 12/Pack

#271NS109TN

FROM$20.43/Pack

1 – 2	3+
$21.49	$20.43

Note that a pack of 12 of these plates, only costs about $21.

As far as glassware, I recommend the red color plastic tumblers, which are the same as what the DSU Dining Hall already has, here is the product description: (you should be able to just click on this product link below in red type to see a complete brochure description)

12 oz. Red Pebbled Plastic Tumbler – 12/Pack

#2715212RD

FROM$4.96/Pack

Reg.	3 – 5	Lots of 6
$5.59	$5.16	$4.96

Note that a pack of 12 of these plastic tumblers only costs about $5.

Beautician’s Interrogation

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In Dickinson, North Dakota, I did like getting my hair cut at Luke Simon’s Gentlemen’s Barber Shop. However, since Luke is the District 36 Representative for North Dakota, he has been working in the legislature in Bismarck for the past four or five months.

Some readers may recall my blog post article about what happened when I went to De Porres House of Barbering in Dickinson, and why I won’t be going back.

I am not very pleased with some of the other barbers that I have tried in Dickinson. Though my preference would be to go to a men’s only barber shop, it has come to the point where I have been considering going to a beautician. But, I don’t want and don’t think that I can handle a Dickinson beautician’s interrogation.

I shouldn’t have to explain what I mean by a beautician’s interrogation, especially to men over 30 years old. Most, or all men over 30 years old, are tired of women service providers’ attempts to find out how much money they make, how much money they have, what they do for a living, where they work, and where they live using a not very clever, overly aggressive, pushy manner. Beauticians are the worst of the worst when it comes to asking customers way too many personal questions to determine if they are married, if they have kids, if they have a girlfriend, what they do for a living, where they work, and if they have money.

Beauticians can be almost, but not quite as bad as female bartenders, in burdening customers with all of their personal problems and difficulties, apparently not ever realizing that customers don’t go to a beautician or bar in order to listen to the server’s problems.

The concept of being professional and providing good service to a customer is so lost in Dickinson, that I wanted to share a video below of a female barber in Turkey. During her twenty-five minute session with a customer, not once did she ask him any prying questions about himself, nor share any of her personal problems:

What is absurdly funny, is when women watch these videos showing a very tranquil barber shop where the customer is receiving a very relaxing massage or shave, they say, “Oh, that looks so relaxing, I would like to have that done.” American women don’t even realize that what they are watching is so relaxing, because there is no woman asking a hundred prying questions or complaining about her personal problems, which is what American women do when they provide customer service or personal services.