You Can Now Stay In My Childhood Home, For As Little As $217 Nightly, (30 day minimum stay)

November 15, 2018UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, My childhood home in Floridaname withheld

I was looking on the internet for some old historic photographs of the house where I lived in Edgewater, Florida from when I was about one year old through five years old, to include in my previous blog post. I wished that my family would have never left this property, because it was one of the few houses remaining that started out as a homestead or small citrus farm, that happened to be on the Indian River.

Behind this house there were several very large mulberry trees, and many varieties of orange and grapefruit trees that had been planted both ornamentally, and in grove rows. The riverfront houses on either side of this house were on very large, deep lots, but this house was still on a couple of acres of land, even after some of its original land had been sold off.

Once my father sold this house, it was torn down, and not long after, this property was divided into two or three smaller lots. Even back then in the 1970s, it would have been difficult to find any house on the Indian River from Jacksonville to Miami that had more than one acre of land.

I looked and looked on the internet for anything that resembled this house and this property in Volusia County, Florida, when to my surprise I found this advertisement, with forty-six photographs, of the house where we moved when I was six years old, where my family lived until I was seventeen years old. This is the house that I grew up in:

https://www.rentbyowner.com/property/salt-aire-a-historic-riverfront-pool-home-with-spa-deep-water-dock-boat-slip-wet-slip-a-boater-s-dream/HA-1416568

I have gotten used to the contrast of growing up and living in this house shown in the photographs, on the river in a small quiet town in Florida, to living in the barren, desolate, bitterly cold Dickinson, North Dakota with unfriendly people and nasty, mean, unattractive, overweight women. It’s just like being in prison, like the gulag archipelago.

My sister and her husband still live on the Indian River, only further south, in a much larger house, with an elevator. My father moved to the Blue Ridge Mountain area of North Carolina about ten years ago.

The house shown in the photographs is much different than the way it was when my family lived there. It has been through at least two very major renovations, which probably cost maybe $350,000 to $600,000 in total, especially if you include the dock that was built, swimming pool addition, making the two-story garage into an apartment, and making the third-story attic into a guest bedroom with its own bathroom.

I was about to write that this is probably a $1 million home now, but then I thought, why not go look at Zillow, Trulia, or Realtor.com to see. Sure enough, this home is currently for sale for $1,185,000.

On the Zillow website, it shows that this home was listed for sale at $1,375,000 in January of 2018, this must have been right after the most recent renovations were completed. Because in March of 2015, this home was purchased for $500,000.

But wait, here’s the latest video:

My Black Babysitter And The Red Eyed Man

November 15, 2018UncategorizedBigfoot stories from Florida, Bigfoot stories from old black people, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, stories about the Red Eyed Manname withheld

From shortly after I was born to when I was five years old, my family lived in an old, large, two-story house on the Indian River in Edgewater, Florida. This house was unusual in that it was one of the first houses built in this area, which in the 1970s, was still not completely developed.

The person who built this house back in the early 1900s had their pick of the best home sites, and he picked a location on one of the highest bluffs overlooking the Indian River, not just because of the view, or that he planned on doing some farming and this was not low swamp land, but because this home site would not flood during a hurricane.

In the early 1900s, there was probably an awareness that the reason why this particular spot was so high, was because the Native Americans in this region had used it as a burial ground for hundreds of years, what the local people referred to as a “burial midden”. These burial middens contained hundreds of thousands of oyster shells and clam shells that had been discarded daily by the Native Americans living along the Indian River, for hundreds of years. But these burial middens also contained human remains.

These high bluffs and high mounds covered with old oak trees along the Indian River were too good a home site for people to not pick these spots to build their home. Although later some residents would be woken up at night by ghosts and apparitions of Native Americans standing there looking at them, unhappy about their burial site being disturbed.

The person who built the house where we lived was very energetic and dedicated in planting the largest variety of trees, fruit trees, bushes, hedges, ferns, and flowers that I have ever seen to this day, some of these plants I would have to look up to tell you what they were.

There was one large magnolia tree in the front yard beside the long driveway coming up the hill, a handful of different kinds of large palm type plants with very large long pointed ends, a lugustrum hedge around the house, a large very dense grove of a variety of bamboo trees in the west yard surrounding a small guest cottage, Boston fern and elephant ear plants on the back side of the house, rows of hibiscus flowers, and then several large mulberry trees, several kumquat trees, then rows of tangerine trees, naval orange trees, regular orange trees, grapefruit trees, and grape vines along the back wire fence.

By the time that my family lived there, all of the trees, shrubs, bamboo, flowers, ferns, elephant ears, mulberry trees, orange trees, and grapefruit trees had long ago reached maturity, and everything was now overgrown, and somewhat growing into each other, like a tropical forest or an abandoned plantation. The old house was not in the best of condition either.

My mother was not into cleaning, and the house was not clean, it was a mess. It was very common in the 1970s in small towns in Florida to hire a Black woman as a maid, though this practice was on its way out. My mother and father set out to hire a Black maid.

In most of the small towns in Florida in the 1970s, the towns were separated into White Town, and Colored Town, by the railroad tracks. No Blacks lived in White Town, but some Blacks worked in White Town. You had to go through an intermediary or intercessor of sorts in order to get Black people as hired help, because the two cultures lived somewhat apart at the time, they were not inter mixed or inter meshed.

Somehow, the Black woman that was sent for the position of maid at our house, turned out to be “Lucy”. Lucy was a large lady, but she was very old. She was just about too old and arthritic to be able to work anymore as a maid, but she was sent to our house anyway. I remember that Lucy did not like the looks of the condition of the inside of our house, it was unkempt and dirty in just about every way.

I remember only a little Lucy doing cleaning like vacuuming or mopping the floors. It seemed like before long her primary job became to babysit me, which she was contented in doing because she was old, arthritic, and never had any children of her own.

Lucy ended up working for my family for about eight years, until she died. The time that she worked for my family, was a lifetime to me, because she came into our home when I was about three years old.

Lucy had been married about six or seven times, and every time her husband had died somehow. The first time that she was married, she was about twelve or thirteen. She didn’t really know exactly how old she was, she could have been as old as ninety. Even if she was in her eighties, she would have been born in the late 1800s.

Lucy had had a very hard life. The South was certainly segregated in the 1890s through the 1960s, though many forms of segregation continued through the 1970s in small towns. The older Blacks in the South had their own separate culture and society, that was completely apart from White people.

As a small child, Lucy would take me around with her in her car, in Colored Town, and I will explain a little about the differences. Black people would just about always stop in the middle of the road when passing another Black person, to gossip and socialize. They all had different names for each other that they went by such as “Big Apple”, who was an older Black lady that was from New York City, the “Big Apple”. And, they spoke a different language.

Some Black phrases that I can remember are, “…I ain’t studying that…”, which meant “…I wasn’t going along with that…”, or “…Awe, shuck it now!…”, which meant “…Oh, come on now!…” There was a lot of “…Oooh Lawd have mercyyy!…Chile, I ain’t studying that…Awe, shuck it now!”

Keeping in mind that Lucy was born in the 1890s, way before electricity was brought into poor areas of the South, before the first Model T Fords were invented, before anyone had telephones, back when White people rode on horses or in wagons, and Black people walked everywhere, often in the dark, Black people were very fearful. Black people were fearful when they had to walk long distances through forests and swamps in the pitch black dark, not knowing what wild animals, creatures, spirits, spooks, and haints were going to try to get them.

Lucy told me many stories about the “Red Eyed Man” of whom she was most fearful. Though I remember many stories that Lucy had told me about the “Red Eyed Man”, it wasn’t until a few days ago, forty-five years later, that I knew what she was talking about. Oh no, I thought, she was talking about a real thing, but me, my parents, and my sister never knew.

After listening to many, many stories recently on YouTube channels such as “Dixie Cryptid” or “PacWest Bigfoot” where listeners submit their own Bigfoot encounter stories, they often talk about the red reflective glare from the eyes of Bigfoot at night. It wasn’t until I was listening to “Dixie Cryptid” stories of Bigfoot from Mississippi, that I realized what the “Red Eyed Man” was that Lucy kept talking about, and was so scared of.

Here is one of Lucy’s stories about the Red Eyed Man that I can remember pretty clearly:

There was this lady friend of mine in Georgia, that wanted to go fishing. She knew a place that she wanted to go, and we drove there just before it got dark. We drove over a bridge, and she said to me, “You go fish along that side of the river, and I will walk down here and fish on this side of the river.”

I looked on that side of the river, and there were trees all along that side of the river. I got my lantern, and my cane pole, and I crossed over the bridge, and I could see that lady walking way, way down the other side of the river.

I began walking down the other side of the river, and it was getting dark. I got to a spot where I wanted to fish and I sat down and put my line out. But I could feel that something was watching me, watching me from those trees. I was getting scared, and I didn’t want to fish no more, and I wish that that lady would come on, but I didn’t see her coming.

I lit my lantern, and I could see that Red Eyed Man looking at me from the trees. I thought to myself, “Oh Lord have mercy!!! Get me on outa here!!!” So I picked up my pole, and I picked up my lantern, and I started walking back along the river bank, and I could see that Red Eyed Man following along with me in the trees.

Just before I got to the bridge, there was this great big tall thin green tree, but it was green, and all of a sudden that tree came down, making a sound like “Ooooooo, wham!” But that tree was green!

Oh, I nearly had a hard attack, and I said, “Oh Lord God, please, please, let me get over this tree.” And I stepped over the tree slowly and carefully, and I crossed over that bridge, and I got back in that car, and I lock all the doors, and I said, “Oh please let that lady come on, I want to get outta here!”

One of the reasons why I remembered this story as having more significance now, was Lucy had emphasized to me many times, that just before she got to the bridge, there was this big tall thin green tree that came down right in front of her. She was emphasizing to me that it was green, meaning that it was not old brown and rotten.

The part of Lucy’s story about the big tall thin green tree coming down right in front of her, and the Red Eyed Man following her, at the time made Lucy’s story seem implausible to me, though it was scary.

If you read or listen to many, many Bigfoot encounter stories, not only do Bigfoot have a very bright red eye shine, they often push over large healthy green trees to frighten and warn people away.

Also, Lucy was always frightened of the Red Eyed Man being up in the trees, that this is where he liked to be. In reading and listening to many Bigfoot encounters in swampy areas or areas beside rivers, Bigfoot do like to get up in trees in these areas.

I hadn’t known or realized that all these stories that Lucy was telling me about the Red Eyed Man, were actually about Bigfoot, and that they probably did occur.

Bigfoot Guidelines For Adams, Bowman, And Slope County North Dakota

November 14, 2018UncategorizedBigfoot in Adams County North Dakota, Bigfoot in Bowman County North Dakota, Bigfoot in North Dakota, Bigfoot in Slope County North Dakota, Dogman in North Dakota, living in Adams County North Dakota, living in Bowman County North Dakota, living in Bowman North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, living in Slope County North Dakotaname withheld

In the southwestern corner of North Dakota, in Adams, Bowman, and Slope Counties, large animals thought not to be common in North Dakota seem to show up: bear, mountain lion, and wolverine. These counties are sparsely populated and mostly undeveloped, which make them appear inviting to large predators that may be traveling through from the equally unpopulated and undeveloped land in upper South Dakota and southeastern Montana.

Bigfoot have probably been roaming through this area of southwestern North Dakota for thousands of years. In the past one hundred years, farmers and ranchers in North Dakota have probably had to deal with Bigfoot occasionally, which most likely involved trying to shoot them, kill them, and run them out of the area.

With the death of the old-timers in North Dakota, their failure to mention or pass along any information about Bigfoot to the next generation, and the arrival of many new people from out of state, I have decided to write some guidelines for dealing with Bigfoot in southwestern North Dakota:

There are at least four different species of Bigfoot in the United States, but for the sake of brevity, I will lump the first three species into what is commonly called Bigfoot, and the fourth species I will refer to as Dogman.

The Bigfoot in North Dakota usually travel and live in small family units consisting of a mother, father, and several juveniles. The adult males and females can reach up to nine feet in height and nearly 1,000 lb in weight. These Bigfoot prefer to travel and hunt at night, staying out of sight of humans. But these Bigfoot can and do come out in daytime when there is concealment or when they are forced to.

Bigfoot are omnivores, they will eat vegetables, fruit, grain, insects, fish, rodents, small game, and large animals such as deer, elk, and domestic cattle. Bigfoot are wary of humans, and try to avoid contact and conflict with humans. But sometimes, water and food sources are so abundant on farms, such as animal feed, vegetable gardens, chickens, pigs, goats, and cattle, that Bigfoot will try to take these things from farms.

Usually at night, but sometimes during the day, one or more Bigfoot may enter onto a farm or ranch in search for food. These Bigfoot may be just as startled to see you, as you are to see them. As with all animals, you do not want to run when you see a Bigfoot, you want to try to back away as calmly as possible to put as much distance as possible between you and them, in part to allow them to feel that they can safely leave.

You do not want to shoot a Bigfoot if at all possible, because even if you are successful in killing this Bigfoot, there may be additional Bigfoot that will close in on you to take revenge, even if it takes them all day or all night trying to get at you.

In some cases where Bigfoot are merely curious or would like for you to leave the area, they may follow you, chase you, throw things at you, throw things at your car, throw things at your house, bang on your car, bang on your house, growl, and howl. Bigfoot do not usually try to break into people’s homes or vehicles in order to get them, unless they are very, very angry.

People have been torn apart by Bigfoot when someone has shot a member of their family. Bigfoot have entered people’s houses and beat them when they removed a food source that the Bigfoot had been relying on. It is recommended that you do not leave food out for Bigfoot either unintentionally or deliberately, because they can become very angry when this food that they were relying on is no longer provided.

Some farmers, ranchers, and land owners do come to long term agreements and understandings with families of Bigfoot, which may include planting a vegetable garden much further away and all by itself solely for the Bigfoot, allowing them access to fruit trees every year, allowing them access to water sources, or leaving food for them at a specific location a comfortable distance from the house. In these cases, the agreement is that the Bigfoot leave the humans alone, and the humans leave the Bigfoot alone.

Dogman is something entirely different:

There is a species of Bigfoot, called Dogman, that is much different. Dogman can reach up to nine feet in height, but they are distinctly different in appearance because they have a head that looks like a dog’s head, and their lower legs resemble canine legs and feet.

No, this is not a joke, and I only mention this species of Bigfoot called Dogman out of necessity, because they are always, always life threatening toward humans. Thankfully, they are much less common than the other three species of Bigfoot.

One tactic or practice of Dogman, is to remain on all fours at a distance, because humans usually can not judge exactly how abnormally large they are at a distance, and might only observe that they appear to be an unusually large dog or large wolf. It is not until a Dogman is within range to make a kill, that it will stand erect, and walk with equal agility, completely upright.

It appears that Dogman kill humans at every good opportunity they get, for food, out of maliciousness, and to eliminate what they see as a threat and an adversary. If a person encounters a Dogman, the very first thing that they should do is seek safety if possible to retreat. If a person spots a Dogman before the Dogman has detected them, and they are unable to retreat, they should remain very still, crouch, and remain hidden, while watching the Dogman, even if they possess a firearm. The reason why you do not want to shoot at a Dogman if possible, is because you may not kill it with several shots, and there may be more than one of them.

If you do see or encounter a Dogman, you need to contact both the Sheriff and Fish & Game right away, even if you are afraid that they will not take you seriously. You need to report it right away, so that the Sheriff and Fish & Game will have been alerted that there is something out of the ordinary in the area. That way, when they respond to other calls about cattle, horses, livestock, or people being harmed with unusual evidence or circumstances, they will begin to know more quickly what they are dealing with.

North Dakota Fish & Game Will Install A Tracking Collar On Your Daughter

November 14, 2018UncategorizedFish & Game in Dickinson North Dakota, girls skipping school in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, misbehaving teens in Dickinson North Dakota, missing girls in Dickinson North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, runaway girls in Dickinson North Dakota, tracking your daughter in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, women in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

On November 9, 2018, the following bulletin was posted on the City of Dickinson, North Dakota Police Department Facebook page, and then this bulletin was repeatedly shared as many times as possible, as quickly as possible, by other Facebook users:

“DPD is asking for public assistance in locating three runaway juvenile females from Dickinson. All three are suspected to be traveling together, and failed to show up for school this morning.

The juveniles are Athena xxxxxx, Madison xxxxxxxxx, and Tate xxxxxxxxx.”

I removed the last names of these three runaway juvenile females, though the City of Dickinson Police included their full names on this Be On The Lookout bulletin so that their friends, family, classmates, associates, and the public would know exactly which girls were missing, so that they could be found as quickly as possible.

What got many people in Dickinson even more worried, was when later that day the car that these three girls were travelling in, was found with a flat tire on the side of the interstate in Montana. Many people lept to the conclusion that “somebody must have gotten them”, or that “the sex traffickers must have gotten them”.

By the end of the following day, all three of the runaway girls were back in Dickinson, no one had gotten them, and nothing bad had been done to them. Upon their safe return to Dickinson, some Facebook commentors were making mention that they hoped that a serious ass whipping would follow, with a belt. Yes, I agree, there should have been a serious ass whipping with a belt applied to each of these girls, not just because of what they did, but because they were too stupid to know what could have happened to them.

If you have a daughter like this, or if you suspect that you have a daughter like this, the North Dakota Fish & Game will attach a tracking collar to your daughter, according to the following schedule of fees:

2018 Schedule of Fees North Dakota Fish & Game, Juvenile Tracking Collar Program

Measure, Fit, and Affix Neck Tracking Collar……….$350 (one time fee)
Measure, Fit, and Affix Ankle Tracking Collar………$300 (one time fee)
Monthly Rental (non-event)…………………………..$100 monthly
Emergency Locate In-State……………………………$200 per request
Emergency Locate Out-of-State……………………….$300 per request

Optional Services

Monthly Charting & Mapping Report……………………..$100 monthly
Weighing & Measuring………………………………………$200 per request
Trapping & Tranquilizing……………………………………$300 per request

The reason why the North Dakota Fish & Game offers this program, is to provide a public service to North Dakotans, and to give new officers more experience in practices, procedures, and use of equipment.

Dixie Cryptid YouTube Channel

November 14, 2018UncategorizedDixie Cryptid YouTube Channel, information about Bigfoot in North Dakota, learning about Bigfoot, learning about Bigfoot behavior, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, review of Dixie Cryptid YouTube Channel, stories about Bigfootname withheld

About a week ago I began watching YouTube videos from a YouTube channel called “Dixie Cryptid”. The narrator and producer of the videos, Cameron, is from Mississippi. Cameron reads Bigfoot and Dogman stories that were given to him by friends, acquaintances, and viewers.

I enjoy hearing stories about Bigfoot and Dogman, and the stories that Cameron tells are interesting, entertaining, colorful, funny, and sometimes amazing or terrifying. I am going to include three videos below from Dixie Cryptid, which range from an example of friendly Bigfoot behavior, to slightly frightening Bigfoot behavior, to very frightening Bigfoot behavior.

Truth About The Work Situation In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 11, 2018Uncategorizedeconomy in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, is the oil field picking up in North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, oil field jobs in North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In the past two weeks, I have written three blog posts about three different couples that I have seen moving out of the low rent older apartment building where I live in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota. Each of these three couples had moved to Dickinson about six months ago, and now they are leaving Dickinson.

Every day there are radio advertisements from local companies in Dickinson about how they offer competitive wages, paid family health insurance, and $3,000 to $6,000 sign-on bonuses. About once each week, there is a representative from North Dakota Job Services talking about hundreds of job openings in Williston, Watford City, and Dickinson. Yet when I log on to the North Dakota Job Services website and I search for jobs in Williston, Watford City, and Dickinson, there are fewer than forty current job openings in each of these towns, and one third of them are for medical professionals.

What is really going on? To explain, I want to write about an experience that I had yesterday on Saturday November 10, 2018, in Dickinson:

I went to a gas station in Dickinson that I normally do not go to. Working at the cash register, was a man that I had worked with in Dickinson seven years ago, back in 2011. He is about 6′-3″, 300 lb, able-bodied, fairly intelligent, and he is from Dickinson.

In 2011, this man was the operations manager for the small oil field service company where I worked. He was in charge of the crew trucks, equipment trailers, skid steers, backhoe, scissor lifts, snorkel lifts, lull, generators, compressors, compactors, and other tools. He operated equipment in the company yard, and at the job sites where we worked.

This company where we worked constructed pump jack concrete foundation pads at oil field locations, salt waters disposal facilities, steel warehouse buildings, and performed work at several different refineries. The operations manager ordered material for the work that was performed, and he sometimes supervised the work that was performed.

The operations manager did a pretty good job over all. He worked at this small oil field service company for several years, before going to work for a supplier of oil field tools and equipment for several years.

Why is this big, strong, able-bodied, fairly intelligent, competent, local person, with ten years of experience working in the oil field, working as a cashier at gas station in Dickinson, if there are supposed to be hundreds of job openings in Williston, Watford City, and Dickinson?

In my recent blog posts titled “The Truth About Living And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota”, “Truth And Lies About Living And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota”, and “Even More Truth And Lies About Living And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota”, I have tried to explain that business people, property owners, property managers, and oil field companies are trying to “keep things going” by spreading false information. They want to keep people moving to Dickinson to do business, so that the value of their properties remain high, to rent or lease properties, and to have a large pool of skilled labor in order to keep wages low.

Even More Truth And Lies About Living And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 10, 2018Uncategorizedeconomy 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 are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Today, Saturday November 10, 2018, I am yet again watching a couple move out of the low rent older apartment building in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota where I live. No, this is not an across town move, because they have a pickup truck and a U-haul trailer, and they are very carefully trying to fit absolutely everything they own into this truck and trailer, because they are leaving Dickinson.

In the past thirty days, I have written two previous blog posts about two other couples who were moving out of the older apartment building where I live in Dickinson. Both the first couple, and the second couple, the husband was truck driver. Both of these two couples moved to Dickinson about six months ago.

On the radio in Dickinson, North Dakota for the past several months, there have been advertisements from local trucking companies about how they need truck drivers, they offer competitive wages, paid family health insurance, and a $3,000 to $6,000 sign-on bonus.

Why is it that truck drivers come to Dickinson for work, then they leave about six months later? No, they didn’t make so much money that they are leaving. I talked to them, I saw how they were living, I saw that they had very little, I sometimes saw and heard these couples arguments that continued through the parking lot and into the building, the kind of arguments that people have when money is scarce.

Also on the radio in Dickinson during the past sixty days, I have heard representatives from North Dakota Job Service talk about the great need for workers in Williston, Watford City, and Dickinson, about several hundred job vacancies in Williston. Yet when I log onto the North Dakota Job Services website, and search for job openings in Williston, Watford City, and Dickinson, I see that there are less than forty current job openings in Williston, and less than thirty current job openings in Watford City and Dickinson. One third of these job openings are for Registered Nurses, Travel Nurses, and Medical Doctors, more job openings in the medical professions than there are in the oil field.

What is going on? I know exactly what is going on, and what is happening. Business owners, property owners, property managers, and oil companies want to “keep things going”. The business owners want customers, the property owners want their property to continue to be worth money, the property managers want tenants, and the oil companies want to have a large pool of skilled trades people so that they can keep wages low, have the threat of easily replacing workers, and being able to replace skilled trades people like they were shop rags when they get worn out.

In my previous blog post, I found a short way to put it, if you are not from this area, you are treated like a migrant worker. No matter if you have a college degree, management experience, or a great deal of work experience, if you are not from this area you are treated like a migrant worker.

What does this mean, being treated like a “migrant worker”? It means that you will be followed more, stopped more, and treated with more scrutiny by the local city Police. You are a good candidate for a DUI, a good source of revenue for the city when you pay your court fines, and how the local attorneys stay in business with the $3,000 retainer fee you will pay.

If you are not from this area, you will be treated like a migrant worker in many businesses, establishments, city, county, state, and federal offices in Dickinson. At work, you will be disliked, mistrusted, mistreated, and undermined by your local co-workers, local administrators, local managers, and local company owners.

The truth is, that there are some job openings in Dickinson, and the wage rates are still above average, because no one wants to live or work in Dickinson. The local people are unfriendly and hostile, the real estate prices are way too high, there is not a lot to do, there are very few places to go, and the local employers and the local co-workers treat out of state workers like shit.

I Believe In Communism, But Why It Doesn’t Work

November 9, 2018Uncategorizedbelief in equal sharing of resources, Communism in Dickinson North Dakota, Communism in North Dakota, Communism in the United States, does Communism lead to totalitarian government, is Barack Obama Communist, is Hillary Clinton Communist, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, understanding Communism, understanding the failure of Communism, why Communism doesn't work, will Communism succeedname withheld

I believe that there are enough natural resources in the World, land, trees, agricultural crops, livestock, water, natural gas, oil, coal, and minerals, that if these resources were divided more equally among all the people of the World, there would be less poverty and suffering.

I sometimes think of how strange and unfair it is, that some people in the Unites States are Billionaires, which for the people who don’t know, a billion is one thousand million, while at the same time there are individuals who are homeless, hungry, and dying from poverty. On the one hand, the Billionaires have more money than they or their descendants will need in their lifetimes, while thousands of young children in the United States who have done nothing to deserve their poverty, they lack food, clothing, adequate shelter, and medical care.

In the 20th Century, there were some places in the World, where there were so many poor people in comparison to the number of wealthy people, that there was a Communist revolution, where the poor people forcefully took control of government, land, natural resources, wealth, factories, and infrastructure with the intention of having public ownership of everything. This happened in Russia, China, North Korea, Vietnam, and Cuba.

Unbeknownst to the masses of poor people who participated in or went along with the Communist revolution in their countries, they might have thought that they would have greater liberty, freedom, and standard of living, but they instead came to find that they were living under a totalitarian dictatorship, with no tolerance for dissent of any kind, very few choices, very few options, and just as much or more poverty than they had experienced before.

Communism appears to be a good idea because of the equal or more fair sharing of resources among everyone. It has appeal to idealistic people, altruistic people, poor people, people who believe that life is unfair, and people who believe that they have been taken advantage of, this covers about 99.9% of people.

Because Communism and Socialism have aspects that 99.9% of people believe in, such as the belief that the majority of the World’s resources are unfairly and unjustly owned by 0.1% of the population, Communist and Socialist political movements often did gain tremendous support, whether it was the complete successful takeover of government in some countries, attempted takeover of government in other countries, or the passage of legislation where the government provides more socials services and entitlements for people in the United States, Canada, Great Britain, France and other countries.

The educated people who wrote about, explained, and proposed what later became know as Communism, in Ancient Greece, early European and Middle East Countries, and later Thomas Moore of England, Victor d’Hupay and Jean Jacques Rousseau of France, Robert Owen and Charles Fourier of the United States, and then finally Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, these people likely came to know and recognize that the implementation of Communism is strongly limited by the obstructions of human nature.

Before I point out the obstructions of human nature that make Communism not work, people like Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels, Joseph Stalin, Mao Zedong, Ho Chi Minh, Pol Pot, and Fidel Castro realized that they had too good a political platform and a political tool with Communism, that they could use to unite or ally potentially 99.9% of people, not to use it.

The reason why Communism doesn’t work, is because in human nature there is greed, ambition, selfishness, fear, sloth, laziness, gluttony, envy, jealousy, pride, and hate. To illustrate why Communism doesn’t work, let me give a hypothetical example below:

Imagine that in whatever city or town you live in, the national government suddenly became Communist, and began making efforts to create the equal sharing of resources.

If you were a single male who worked as a trades person, you would be issued a white Ford F150 pickup, single cab, bench seat, two wheel drive. You would be issued a one-bedroom apartment. Your hourly wage rate, whether you were a truck driver, carpenter, welder, electrician, plumber, or equipment operator, would be $10 per hour. Your work week would be 40 hours per week, 9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., Monday through Friday.

Due to pride, ambition, selfishness, greed, or fear, most trades people would object to this equalization process. They would think that they were better off when they were being paid $20 per hour, working 50 hours per week, and could afford to drive a Dodge 2500 pickup, with extended cab, and four wheel drive.

These trades people who felt like they were being taken from and prohibited from earning what they were truly worth, would say things like, “For $10 per hour, I am not going to do shit.” or “That $10 per hour, is going to be the most costly $10 per hour they ever spent when I get done working on their shit.”

Some trades people after getting paid for their wages on Friday, some of them would lose most of their pay on gambling on football, boxing, horse races, pool, or cards. Some trades people would spend most of their money on illegal drugs. Some trades people would spend most of their money on prostitutes.

Some trades people, being dissatisfied with being paid only $10 per hour, would seek to improve their situation. Every day after they got off of work at 5:00 p.m, they would mow lawns, paint houses, shovel snow, or perform carpentry, whatever they could do to earn additional money.

In one month’s time, you would already have a great disparity in wealth among the trades people. Some of the trades people would have no money, and perhaps not even their government issued apartment or Ford F150 pickup, because they had lost everything due to gambling or illegal drug use. While at the same time, other trades people would have saved all of their earnings and made additional money by doing additional work outside of their normal job.

In the example that I gave above, it was so simple and obvious to see, that due to human nature, some people tend to lose whatever they have, while some people tend to increase whatever they have. Even in one week’s time, or one month’s time, some people tend to lose whatever they have. How can you ever make sure that people are equal?

Unfortunately, perhaps the only way to ensure that people are equal, is through a totalitarian government which restricts people and resources greatly, so that all people have no personal freedom, and are all very poor.

In order to make sure that some people do not get ahead of other people, a totalitarian government would have to thwart and squash any attempt by any individual to express himself to get other people to believe in him, his ideas, to follow him, be persuaded by him, or do what he says. This leads to travel restrictions, restrictions on speech, restrictions on publication, and many activities being banned. This necessarily leads to the ban on organized religion, organized groups, organized meetings, or public assembly. It also leads to the imprisonment or execution of any person who seeks to be heard, express his ideas, inform others, speak about change, or attempt to get ahead financially.

I hope that any person who reads this blog post article can understand that the more equal sharing of the World’s resources is a good idea, that would cause less poverty and suffering. But due to human nature, even if a One World Government were able to divide up all the World’s resources equally among all the World’s people and have everyone start over on what was called Day 1, just seven days later, some people would have nothing, and some people would have twice as much as everyone else.

Due to human nature, the only way for a national government to ensure that people are all equal, is through the strictest control on individual travel, freedoms, activities, and expression. Even a single individual speaking his mind to others, is enough to cause a shift or disruption in equality. If a single individual can persuade even a few people that he has “the answer”, “the way”, or “change is needed”, he can control the resources, behavior, and actions of these few people. Therefore freedom of expression must be strictly controlled by the government in order to maintain equality.

I hope that it will not diminish the explanations in this blog post, if I point out that the promises of people like Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Bernie Sanders, the Canadian government, and the British government to provide more and more social services and entitlements to its citizens, is leading more and more to Socialism, and eventually a One World Government for more effective centralized management of the World’s people and resources.

In order for a One World Government to ensure that all people all have an equal amount of resources, all people will be greatly restricted and controlled, in order to counter and deal with the difficulty of human nature.

More Truth And Lies About Living And Working In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 4, 2018Uncategorizeddriving truck in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, truck driving in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

About ten days ago, I wrote a blog post article about a poor truck driver and his wife moving out of the low rent downtown apartment building where I live in Dickinson, to return to the state where they came from. When they moved in six months ago, back in May of 2018, they arrived with a thirty year old beat up car that they had borrowed from someone. The only progress they made financially during the past six months was being able to buy a twenty-five year old beat up pickup truck for about $2,000.

During the more than one hour drive that I have to and from work, and while I am at work, each day I hear on FM radio stations advertisements for truck drivers wanted in Dickinson, North Dakota, where the companies are offering sign-on bonuses of $3,000 to $6,000, and family health insurance plans.

How can it be, that even though this truck driver neighbor of mine worked long hours and I hardly ever saw him, how could this be that he and his wife were so poor? How could this be that when he lost his truck driving job in October, he was unable to get another truck driving job and had to return to the state where he came from?

This same exact thing that I saw happening ten days ago, where this truck driver and his wife who arrived here six months ago were moving out of the apartment building where I live in Dickinson, happened again two days ago. Another couple who arrived here six months ago, where the husband drives truck, they are moving to Bismarck.

I ask the readers to please stop and think about this, every day I hear on FM radio around Dickinson, advertisements from several different trucking companies about their immediate need for experienced truck drivers, where they offer competitive wages, anywhere from a $3,000 to $6,000 sign on bonus, and family health insurance plans. Why do poor truck drivers from out of state move here with their wives and belongings into the least expensive apartment they can find, to take a truck driving job in Dickinson, never appear to get ahead, and then leave Dickinson after six months?

These truck drivers leave Dickinson because they were lied to, and were misled. All out of state workers who arrive in Dickinson are treated like shit, both at work, and outside of work. If you are not from Dickinson, you are treated like a migrant worker. You will not receive fair treatment, or good treatment, the whole time you are here.

The companies in Dickinson, the Chamber of Commerce, and North Dakota job service will continue to put people on the radio talking about the great need for workers, the shortage of workers, and that companies are desperate for workers. Yes, they do need workers, because they treat everyone like shit, and they leave. This is why people will not come back to Dickinson to work.

Angry Women Competing In Miss North Dakota USA 2019 In Fargo This Weekend

November 2, 2018Uncategorizedcompeting in the Miss North Dakota USA pageant, contestants in the Miss North Dakota USA 2019 pageant, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Miss America Cara Mund Honey Badger, Miss North Dakota Cara Mund Honey Badger, Miss North Dakota USA Codi Miller, Miss North Dakota USA in Fargo North Dakota, Miss North Dakota USA pageant, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

For those of you who don’t know, I like Codi Miller. Codi is from the small town of Amidon, North Dakota, population 20, and she went to a school that was so small, there were only 40 kids in the entire school, 1st through 8th grade. In 2009, Codi was Miss North Dakota Teen USA, and in 2014 she was Miss Rodeo North Dakota.

I first laid eyes on Codi in 2014 at an event where she was making an appearance as Miss Rodeo North Dakota, and I thought to myself at that moment, how stern and unapproachable she looked, though she was very beautiful. The second time that I saw Codi, it was in 2015, I was talking to a plain looking young lady wearing eye glasses, jeans, and a T-shirt, who I thought was a simple country mouse, and as I was talking to her I began to realize that she was very beautiful, and I thought that she didn’t know, because nobody ever told her.

As I continued to ask her about herself, because I was interested in her and I wanted to date her, if she was out of high school yet, she began to say that she had gone to college, etcetera, etcetera, until I said hold on, wait a minute, are you Miss Rodeo North Dakota, and she said yes, she was.

From that day, I liked Codi very much. I wrote her a couple of letters, but she did not write back. Either because I looked up and read about Codi, or because I heard or saw that she was competing in the Miss North Dakota USA pageants, or because she did not respond to my offer to send her some opossums, I began writing blog post articles about Codi, such as “Meeting Miss Rodeo North Dakota”, “What It Would Be Like To Marry Codi Miller”, and “What It Would Be Like To Be Married To Codi Miller”.

Because of my avowed interest in Codi, various people tried to arrange for the opportunity for me to meet Codi again, where she would have difficulty in getting away from me, because she was supposed to be there. They offered to do this for me, because of how much I liked and admired Codi, but also because of the entertainment value in seeing what would happen, like watching some Pepe Le Pew cartoon where a skunk is in love with a cat.

I didn’t want to upset or bother Codi, so I didn’t make any effort to see her again, though I would like to see her and be with her again. Also, many times I thought what would I ever do with Codi? It’s not like I could take her to an all-you-can eat Barbeque restaurant, or take her to look for Bigfoot on the Fort Berthold Reservation, things that I like to do.

So about a week ago, I saw on my Facebook Page that Codi was near the top of my “People You May Know”, which happens when Codi is up to something. So I looked at Codi’s Facebook Page to see what she is doing. It is that time of year again, the Miss North Dakota USA pageant in Fargo, North Dakota.

This will be about the third year that Codi is competing in the Miss North Dakota USA pageant. She had some words for me in one of her Facebook comments, that went something like this, “I was reading something that was written by a man that I don’t know…that he wishes that I would stop competing in beauty pageants, and be just plain Codi, not rodeo queen Codi,.. I want people to know, that I am me, all the time, and these pageants have been such a positive experience for me…..”.

When reading this comment, I was thinking, do you not know me because you don’t remember me, because you want to pretend to not remember me, or because you want to give a disclaimer that you have had nothing to do with the things that I write? All three of these things can be true, as far as I am concerned, because now that I know where I stand, I know that I can only ever be Codi’s “Back Door Man”, which I like the sound of, and there are way less duties and responsibilities.

As Codi is getting older, more experienced, and more confident, it is more natural for her to express herself, her thoughts, opinions, goals, ambitions, what she likes, and what she doesn’t like, she is finding her voice. What also might have inspired her to speak her mind, whether she knows it or not, was meeting Miss North Dakota Cara Mund, who became Miss America Cara Mund, who became very outspoken, unprecedentedly outspoken, about her mistreatment by Miss America chairwoman Gretchen Carlson.

From this point forward, Miss America Cara Mund, will be known as the “Honey Badger”. There is no need to even mention her name, just referring to her as “Honey Badger” will suffice, and people will know or figure out who you are talking about. For instance, a television reporter from KFYR in Bismarck could say, “The Honey Badger has returned to Bismarck to speak to area students about the importance of standing up to bullying.” You see, the honey part, is like she is nice and sweet, but then the badger part is like she is mean and ferocious, and there are some other qualities there too that I don’t want to get into right now.

The other reason why Codi is speaking her mind and being confident, besides finding her voice, is I suspect that she thinks that she can win this time. So I went and looked at the photographs of all the contestants in this year’s Miss North Dakota USA pageant, and yes, this is the case. I don’t see how she wouldn’t win this time. I myself might even have been able to place in the top five this year if I had known soon enough in advance to get ready and enter.

At the bottom of this blog post, I will include a link to the photographs of the entrants in this year’s Miss North Dakota USA pageant. Several of these young ladies look angry, like they are ready to file their first sexual harassment/discrimination/hostile-work-environment lawsuit already, even before the pageant even starts.

The angry looks on some of these pageant contestant’s faces doesn’t come as that much of a surprise to me, because young women have been given the impression that this is the way to go. “If you’re not accusing someone of mistreating you and initiating a lawsuit, you’re not trying”. So rather than looking fresh, eager, energetic, optimistic, excited, or happy, they look like they are ready to tell their side of the story, on how they have been wronged and mistreated, just like Miss America chairwomen Gretchen Carlson did to get her $20 million lawsuit settlement from Fox News.

Good luck to all of the young ladies in this year’s Miss North Dakota USA pageant, this will be about the last year that people will put up with women’s shit anymore, the pendulum has swung about as far as it can go.

http://www.missnorthdakotausa.com/nd-contestants-miss.html

The Tragedy Of Dave’s Auto Repair In Dickinson, North Dakota

I am a big believer in taking Fords to the Ford Dealer, Dodges to the Dodge Dealer, and Toyotas to the Toyota Dealer. The mechanics in each of these dealerships have worked on hundreds of F150s, Ram 1500s, and Toyota trucks. These mechanics have done the repair that you need on your particular model vehicle, dozens of times. They know the easy way to do it, without damaging anything else, and the additional parts that can’t help being damaged that will have to be replaced too.

I also like the fact that service departments which are part of a car dealership have so much assets, that if a repair is ever done incorrectly which requires it to be redone or results in damage to your vehicle, they can afford to redo the repair or compensate you for the damage done to your vehicle. They practically have to handle an incorrect repair in the most customer friendly way in order to maintain a good overall reputation.

I estimate that in the past six years in Dickinson, North Dakota, I have spent $2,000 at the Ford Dealer, $1,500 at the Dodge Dealer, and $1,200 at the Toyota Dealer getting vehicle repairs done. The work was done well or just O.K., but it was expensive.

My Ford F150 for instance, the heater core had a hole in it, and the entire dashboard needed to be removed in order to replace the heater core. A repair garage in Idaho, and the Ford Dealer in Dickinson both read to me the man-hour estimate for removing and reinstalling the entire dashboard, and it was something like eight hours. Because of the large number of hours, and the high hourly shop rate at the Ford Dealer in Dickinson, this repair cost me about $1,200.

My Dodge 1500 for instance, the headlight switch quit working. The Dodge Dealer mechanic said that he had done this light switch repair many times, and that it wasn’t just a matter of replacing this switch, the wiring harness plug for this switch was notorious for melting, and he was able to show me on my truck that this wiring harness plug had in fact melted. In order to splice on a new wiring plug onto the wiring harness, it required the dashboard to be removed and reinstalled, and this repair cost me $500 due to the amount of man-hours and the high hourly shop rate at the Dodge Dealer in Dickinson.

At the Toyota Dealer Service Department in Dickinson, not only did I look at their nice looking women employees in their service department, and their nice looking customer women who were waiting for their vehicles to be repaired or serviced, I wrote about it. I may not be very welcome in the Toyota Dealership Service Department in Dickinson, so for this reason, and for the reason of the car dealership service departments being so expensive, I needed to find a good, less expensive, independent mechanic in Dickinson.

In the past several years in Dickinson, a few local people had recommended Dave’s Auto Repair to me. This repair garage is located behind Runnings, in the same building as the car wash, which has the large sign that reads “Four Seasons Auto”. I had stopped at this garage once before when they had a Lexus for sale. It was an inexpensive Lexus, but the paint on the hood, roof, and trunk had its clear coat worn away, and the paint was beginning to oxidize, and at the time I needed a nicer looking vehicle with no oxidized paint.

About a year ago, the engine oil pressure gauge quit working most of the time on my Dodge 1500 truck. This didn’t bother me too much, because there was still a low oil pressure warning light that was separate from the oil pressure gauge. Three months ago, 35 miles into my drive on the way to work, the low oil pressure warning light came on in my Dodge 1500 truck. I pulled off the side of the road, added one quart of engine oil, started the truck, and the low oil pressure warning light did not come back on for the rest of the drive to work.

In the following days, the low oil pressure warning light on my Dodge 1500 truck came on, and stayed on. Me, and two of my co-workers doubted that there was no oil pressure in this truck, my two co-workers said that it was most likely a bad oil pressure sensor sending unit. One of my co-workers who I had worked with for almost a year, who was very practical, level headed, and cheap, recommended Dave’s Auto Repair in Dickinson very highly. He said that he had been taking all of his vehicles, even his new vehicles to Dave’s Auto Repair for the past fifteen years.

My co-worker explained to me that Dave, the owner, did the work, along with his two sons. He said that Dave was very honest, and very reasonable on the cost of car repairs. In a few days I went and met Dave to make an appointment to have my Dodge 1500 engine oil pressure tested, and then replace the oil pressure sensor sending unit if it was faulty.

When the work was done on my Dodge 1500 truck in approximately August of 2018, Dave’s son did the repair, and I talked to him a little bit when I came to pick up my truck and pay for the repair which cost about $150. I had met Dave’s son a couple of years ago when I went there to see about the Lexus which they had for sale. This repair to my Dodge truck was fine, it didn’t cost that much, and I liked Dave and his son. I planned on getting a lot more work done at Dave’s Auto Repair, especially getting the front drive shaft CV joints and seals replaced on this Dodge 1500 truck.

In September, I believe it was, I was getting my hair cut in a barber shop, when a young man came in and said to the barber that he had to get his van off of the garage property by the end of the day, because they were having an auction at the garage the following day. The barber asked this young man if he was buying his father’s tools, and this young man said something like he would have bought them prior to the auction or he didn’t want to bid on them at the auction, because he wanted the auction to bring as much money as possible.

I thought about what this young man and the barber were talking about, it seemed like this young man’s family’s repair garage or service company was unexpectedly going out of business, which was very sad, because this young man was employed at this business. He might have expected to own and operate this business one day, or be employed there for the rest of his life, but that wasn’t going to happen now.

After he left, I asked the barber what was going on, and he said that Dave’s Auto Repair was closing, and that they were auctioning off all of their tools and equipment. I misunderstood what the barber said, because I thought that there was no way that the repair garage that I had just gone to was going out of business. I said, you are not talking about Dave’s Auto Repair behind Runnings, at the car wash? And the barber replied, that yes he was.

I couldn’t believe this, what were Dave and his two sons going to do now? Hadn’t he been in business at that location for something like twenty years? I telephoned my co-worker who had recommended this garage, who had been taking all of his vehicles there for fifteen years. My co-worker said that he and a bunch of people that he knew asked Dave what was going on. My co-worker heard from his friends, that the owner of the building where Dave had his garage, had told Dave that he was going to triple his rent. Dave supposedly said to the owner of this building, that there was no way that he could make enough money to stay in business if he tripled his rent, so that he would have to close his business.

I was very sorry to hear this, and my co-worker said that he and his friends were all going to go over to the owner of this building where he lived and drag him out of his house, but Dave would not tell them where he lived. This is very, very typical and well known in Dickinson, that the greed of the property owners is so great, that they expect successful business owners to hand over most of their money to them, so that as business owners they would be left with about $10 per hour to pay themselves.

Now Dickinson no longer has one of the most honest and reasonable independent repair garages in town. Dave no longer has the satisfaction and freedom of being self employed, running his own business, and providing a good place to work for his two sons. His two sons no longer have the pride, security, and future of working in a successful family run business. All because of the evil greed of the property owners in Dickinson.

Cats And Kittens For Adoption At Woofta Pet Store In Dickinson, North Dakota

November 1, 2018Uncategorizedadopting pets in Dickinson North Dakota, cats for adoption in Dickinson North Dakota, cats in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, pet stores in Dickinson North Dakota, pets in Dickinson North Dakota, where to get a kitten in Dickinson North Dakota, Woofta Pet Store in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

About ten days ago I took home a stray six week old Siamese kitten from the job site where I work. On the drive home and on the first night at my apartment, this kitten was very well behaved. On the second night, and thereafter, this kitten was overactive in biting me and climbing on me when I was trying to use my computer, eat, and sleep.

I thought that this kitten did not have enough to do, so I went to the Woofta Pet Store in Dickinson to buy him some toys. I had not been to the Woofta Pet Store in Dickinson for about three years. I remembered that they had some pets for sale inside their store, but I had not remembered that they had so many cats and kittens in their store that were up for adoption.

Right when I walked in, they had the largest cat that I have ever seen in a cage all by himself. He was larger than most wild Bobcats. It looked like he weighed at least thirty pounds, and his hind feet were larger than most dog hind feet. He appeared to be about ten years old.

I asked the manager of the pet store what kind of cat this was, and she said that they didn’t know, he had been a stray alley cat that someone had caught. He didn’t look up, move, or pay any attention to me.

The next cat that I saw, was the 2nd largest cat that I had ever seen. He was a very healthy looking orange cat, with bright green eyes. He came over to the bars of the cage he was in, and looked at me. I couldn’t believe that someone put this cat up for adoption, he was such a nice looking, big, healthy cat.

I went and looked at the other cats and kittens in the cages throughout the store. A few of these cats, had slight injuries, like a couple of toes missing. I would have liked to have taken four or five of these cats with me, and I certainly could have if I was back at my home in Idaho on five acres. But at my apartment in Dickinson, I was not permitted to have any animals at all in the building where I lived.

I told one of my friends about the cats and kittens that I had seen, and he would have probably wanted to adopt one of them, but he already has a dog and a cat that were abandoned.

I had intended to go back to the Woofta Pet Store sooner, to ask to take a video of the largest cat that I had ever seen, and the second largest cat that I had ever seen, but I did not get back there until today. Both of these cats had been adopted. I was sorry that they weren’t there, but I was glad that they both got adopted.

I had intended to make a video of these two particular cats, to get people’s attention about what cats they had at the Woofta Pet Store in Dickinson, but since they weren’t there, I made a video of the other cats and kittens:

Jealousy Of Piper Blush Over Vancouver, British Columbia

October 26, 2018Uncategorizedcomparing Dickinson North Dakota to other places, Dickinson North Dakota sucks, escape from Dickinson North Dakota, get me out of Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, living in Vancouver British Columbia, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Piper Blush in Vancouvername withheld

I saw Canadian YouTuber Piper Blush’s most recent video, where for the first time she shows where she is now living in downtown Vancouver, British Columbia. Her video begins inside what you might call an artist’s loft, or an artist’s studio in an old historic building downtown. She leaves her apartment, and exits the building onto a busy street and begins walking.

Me, being curious and looking into what women are doing more than they would ever want, the very first business that Piper Blush walked past, I did a Google Search for this business and got its street address. Then, I used Google Earth Satellite View and Google Street View to look at this location for myself, and see exactly where Piper Blush was living.

Looking at Google Earth Street View, I was surprised to see how old these buildings were, and what good condition they were in. It was like they were completely new buildings, but they were actually built in the late 1800s and early 1900s. They were three, four, and five story buildings, side-by-side, touching each other, constructed of various kinds, colors, and styles of brick.

On the ground floor of each of these old downtown buildings, there were shops, stores, boutiques, offices, galleries, cafes, restaurants, and bars. Now in Piper’s video, where she leaves her apartment building and walks down the street, you can see some of the architecture, and she stops at some monuments like the statue of the founder of this downtown area called “Gastown”, and the old “Steam Clock”, but Piper doesn’t dwell on or focus on anything, and I had not known how interesting this area was, until I was able to look up and down, around and around using Google Street View.

Right below Piper’s apartment there were two out-of-the ordinary very small seafood restaurants. Now, I was born and grew up in Florida, and I never had an interest in eating clams, scallops, oysters, crabs, and lobster, though I went and caught them and brought them home. I now know what a rare treat these things are when you can eat them right after they were caught locally, and I was impressed that you can get them in downtown Vancouver.

Just a few businesses away from Piper’s apartment there were Chinese restaurants, Indian restaurants, Italian restaurants, and upscale long-established fine dining restaurants, one after the other, separated by old bookstores, and high-end jewelry, accessory, art, and fashion boutiques.

This downtown Vancouver, just went on and on, in every direction, for many, many city blocks. It was so clean, well-kept, appealing, attractive, and inviting, Vehicle traffic flowed fairly quickly and orderly, but walking seemed to be the preferred way to get around, with the pedestrians all being courteous and moving at a brisk pace.

I was just sitting in my apartment in Dickinson, North Dakota looking at this on the internet, dumbfounded, Huuuuh? I can’t even drive to the grocery store in Dickinson without either the Dickinson Police trying to stop me or an ignoramous tailgating me in a Ford F250, nor go to a bar or restaurant that isn’t like being in a county jail with the other inmates.

I couldn’t believe that other people live like what I was seeing in downtown Vancouver. You didn’t really need a car. I imagined what that would be like, to wake up at any time of the day in your apartment, to shower, get dressed, step out of your building, and be able to walk on clean, beautiful, well kept sidewalks, past historic businesses and buildings, to one of fifty different wonderful restaurants, several bakeries, small markets, many cafes, old bookstores, and many bars, pubs, and taverns.

I am not liberal, not a Democrat, not a socialist, not a lover of diversity, or a believer in excessive government control, but from watching Piper Blush’s videos from Montreal and this one from Vancouver, the Canadians have us beat as far as civility and quality of life. I don’t know what it is that Canadians do for a living, that makes their standard of living so much higher and their lifestyle so much better. Their communities are so much cleaner, more attractive, more beautiful, and the people seem to be so much more educated, respectful, and civil.

I was jealous and envious of what I was seeing. I couldn’t understand why Vancouver was so different than the United States, it is only about one hundred miles north of Washington State.

When I looked up and read about Vancouver, it turns out that I was correct in my amazement of how clean, beautiful, and civilized it appeared. For many years, Vancouver has been recognized around the World as one of the top five cities to live in, in the World, as far as quality of life. Here is a quote that I read:

“Vancouver has been ranked one of the most livable cities in the world for more than a decade. As of 2010, Vancouver has been ranked as having the fourth-highest quality of living of any city on Earth.”

But before you go trying to move to Vancouver, it has the second highest priced real estate market in North America. I guess that explains that, and that takes care of that. Here is Piper’s video:

1978 Jaguar XJ 5.3 C V12

October 25, 2018Uncategorizedcar collectors in Dickinson North Dakota, collector cars in Dickinson North Dakota, Jaguars in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakotaname withheld

Here is a YouTube video showing the details of a 1978 Jaguar XJ, which happens to be a coupe, and also has a 5.3 liter V12 engine.

There are many 1978 Jaguar XJ6 in the U.S., and there are some 1978 Jaguar XJ12, but not very many two-door coupes. This video made in Great Britain, shows a rather rare vehicle, because of its configuration.

I have shown this YouTube video of a V12 Jaguar, and also another YouTube video of a V12 Jaguar recently, because you will never see cars like this anymore.

Here is this same 1978 Jaguar XJ 5.3 C V12 two years later, after it had its steering, suspension, and brakes upgraded:

I Wanted To Name My Cat After Dan Porter

October 25, 2018Uncategorizedcat names in Dickinson North Dakota, cats in Dickinson North Dakota, Dan Porter Toyota Dickinson North Dakota, Dan Porter Toyota Service Department Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

On Monday, October 22, I pulled a six week old Siamese kitten out of the engine of a new Ford F350 pickup truck at the job site where I was working. The driver of this truck did not want this kitten, and she said that she lived next door to a bar where there were a lot of stray kittens.

At the time, I was sure that this kitten was going to scratch and bite me, struggle and get away from me, so I put it on the front seat of my Jeep Cherokee and I shut the door. I didn’t want it to get loose on the job site, because it was dangerous, it would get run over, and there were several packs of coyotes that lived close to this job site, they came through every night and they would eat this six week old kitten.

I realized that this kitten hadn’t tried to scratch or bite me, or tried to get away. It sat calmly in the driver’s seat where I put it, and later it went and sat on the center console. When I got off work and was driving back to Dickinson where I live, about half way through this more than one hour drive, this kitten climbed up the sleeve of my sweatshirt and it sat on my shoulder, looking out the window for the rest of the drive home.

I had to stop at the Family Dollar store to buy cat litter, a litter box, cat food, and cat food bowls. I had gotten a cardboard box out of the dumpster at the job site before I left, and I carried this kitten up to my apartment in this cardboard box. I put this kitten in the bathroom with the litter box, some water, and some cat food. When I checked on it an hour later, it had eaten its food, drank some water, and it had pooped in the litter box.

I left the bathroom door open, and the kitten walked out to the living room and it did a little bit of exploring. Then it climbed up the lazy boy chair where I was sitting, and onto my shoulder where it sat for a while purring, then it climbed to the top of the back of the chair and went to sleep.

Early in the morning, about an hour before I had to wake up to go to work, the kitten came into the bedroom where I was sleeping, and it lay on top of my head on the pillows behind my head. In order to turn over, I had to give up my pillows to the cat.

When I was driving to work that morning, and when I was at work that day, I was thinking that I wanted to keep this kitten, that it would be good company. It seemed to be a particularly good and well behaved cat. It didn’t try to scratch or bite me, get away from me, panic and go crazy in the car, or run around my apartment getting into everything. And it was a big relief that it didn’t hesitate to go use the litter box several times, rather than pee or poop on the floor.

I was thinking about what to name this cat, it appeared to be a male. I didn’t want to stick it with some stupid name, that would adversely affect its personality and the way people treated it. I thought about what qualities and characteristics this cat had, and a fitting name based on these things. After several hours, I decided to name it after Dan Porter.

Dan Porter, for those of you who don’t know, owns a Toyota/Honda car dealership in Dickinson, North Dakota, and he has financially supported many community projects and charity events.

So I decided to name this cat Dan Porter, but in order to not confuse this cat by using two names, I would have to say it as one word, Danporter. For example, “Danporter leave that electrical cord alone!”

Now, when I took this cat to the veterinarian to get shots, I would tell them that the name of this cat was Dan Porter, and that he was a Methodist. That way, he would get more respect and better medical treatment, because they would think that he was somehow related to Dan Porter, and I wouldn’t tell them anything different.

But once I got home from work on Tuesday, this cat acted very, very bad climbing up my back many times while I was eating, and later scratching and biting me when I was already mad at it and trying to sleep. So I don’t know what I am going to name this cat now, because this doesn’t act like Dan Porter.

Mormon Missionary Women Caused Me To Replace My Toilet Seat

October 24, 2018UncategorizedLDS women in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Mormon missionaries in Dickinson North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakota, women missionaries in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I moved into an older apartment building in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota about 1-1/2 years ago. It wasn’t until a couple of years after the North Dakota oil boom ended in 2015 that real estate prices and rental prices began to fall to where I could afford to rent an apartment in Dickinson.

The older apartments, in the older downtown neighborhoods were less sought after than the newly constructed modern apartments on the outskirts of the City of Dickinson. I was trying to find absolutely the least expensive apartment, because I am just here in Dickinson to work, I have a home back in Idaho with most of my belongings. I found a studio apartment for $350 per month which was fine with me, and I said that I would take it, until the landlord showed me a two-bedroom apartment for not much more money.

I guessed that the landlord didn’t want me to get sick of living in the studio apartment, and try to find some place else to live, or shoot myself in the head. He was right in a way, it would have been kind of embarrassing and depressing at times, when the reality set in that I was living in a studio apartment in Dickinson, North Dakota, and wondering why I was even alive.

I moved into a two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment, which I liked very much. It was a pretty large apartment, but it did not have a fancy kitchen or bathroom, which was O.K. with me. Not long after I moved in, the toilet seat broke in half, because it was old and made out of pressed wood particles. I found out very quickly, that sitting on this toilet seat after it had broken in half, that it would pinch the back side of my upper legs so bad, that it would almost cause you to go to the emergency room to get stitches.

I happened to have a small amount of white duct tape in my belongings, which I thought would be a good temporary fix for this toilet seat. I didn’t have a lot of white duct tape left, so I didn’t fix this toilet seat very well, and it was still dangerous. I bought a new toilet seat about two weeks later, but it sat in the hallway outside the bathroom for about a year, because I didn’t feel like changing it.

Meanwhile, the Mormon missionaries seemed to target the building that I lived in, for spreading the gospel according to Joseph Smith. For one thing, they had accomplished a successful conversion of a strange couple of Hispanic men who lived across the hallway from me. I say that these Hispanic men were strange, because they were both very feminine acting, and they lived together.

As these two Hispanic men were being converted and brought into the Mormon Church, it appeared that part of the process was to get them to leave this building, because it was a bad, unwholesome environment. At the time, there was a lot of illegal drug use and drug dealing in the building where I lived, and I didn’t blame the Mormon Church for wanting to get these two young men out of this building, because it was dangerous, a bad environment, and a bad influence.

When these two Hispanic men were ready to leave, they were talking about wanting to get out because of the illegal drug use, and drug dealing in this apartment building. There was even a drug dealer who lived right across the hallway from them. Wait a minute, I live directly across the hallway from them, were they talking about me?

Out on the street outside of the building where I live, I had spoken to different sets of Mormon missionaries who patrolled the downtown neighborhood. I told them that I lived near Idaho Falls Idaho which is about 70% Mormon. This area of Idaho is very important to the Mormon Church because of the high number overall of Mormons, the high percentage of Mormons, the huge Mormon Temple there, and BYU Idaho being not far from there.

If Salt Lake City is like the Washington D.C. of the LDS Church, the Idaho Falls area is like the Atlanta or New York City of the LDS Church. When Mormon Missionaries get sent on their mission to Idaho Falls, it is kind of a joke inside of the LDS Church, because it is already the highest percentage Mormon of any place in the United States.

In that area of eastern Idaho, I had met and talked to many Mormon business owners, citizens, and missionaries. I discussed religion with the Mormons, especially the missionaries, and I even went to several church services in the LDS Church. What was the end for me, where I could not go any further, was when at a church service, one of the Mormon men read a passage, “Just as God evolved, we too can evolve to become like God, and be gods of our own planet one day.” I asked, and no they weren’t kidding.

Because I quit going to the Mormon Church, and I explained to them that I could not go along with the belief that we could evolve to become like God, and become gods of our own planet one day, I became not a favored person in eastern Idaho. And because I had two Mercedes, two Porsches, a Jaguar, a Jeep, a lifted black Dodge Truck, and a hot young Hispanic girlfriend who was a drug addict, I guess that made me a drug dealer as far as the Mormon Church was concerned.

Now, in addition to the Mormon missionaries having had some success in talking to and converting people who live in the building where I live, they seemed to want to talk to me too. I don’t mind talking to them, I just have not had time to talk to them. In the past several months, there have been groups of two or three young Mormon missionary women who have asked me if I wanted to talk to them while I was out on the street, but I have just not had the time.

I would like to talk to the young Mormon missionary women for several reasons: One, there is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and the women who are here are fat, overweight, glaring, scowling, mean, and nasty; Two, Mormon missionary women are pleasant, presentable, courteous, and soft spoken; Three, I like the guts, determination, and fearlessness of the young Mormon missionary women; Four, I want to hear where they are from, and what their plans are in life.

About one month ago, I had my apartment window open in the afternoon while I was laying in bed trying to take a nap, when I heard the pleasant voices of young women in the parking lot. These were not the voices that I normally hear, of the foul-mouthed, uncouth, trashy, low class drug addict women who live in the building, these were the voices of unruined women.

I got up out of bed and I looked out the window, I said to myself, “Shit, it’s the Mormon women, I hope they aren’t coming in the building, I hope that they aren’t coming up here.” I wasn’t going to let them in my apartment. I was in my underwear, and my apartment wasn’t clean, it was a mess. God forbid they would get in my apartment, and one of them would ask to use the bathroom, and that broken toilet seat would wreak havoc on their ass. They are not old, tough, and muscular like me, on their soft behinds, that toilet seat would be like a bear trap.

A few weeks later, the young Mormon missionary women came knocking on my apartment door, and I wouldn’t let them in, because I wasn’t prepared for visitors, and I was scared of one of them getting hurt on my toilet seat. What would have been just as bad, was one of the young Mormon women talking to me and suddenly realizing that she needed to use the bathroom, and me telling her that she couldn’t use it.

Finally, I went ahead and changed the toilet seat, just for the sake of the young Mormon missionary women not getting their bottom severely pinched, which in their mind would be like a sin or carry some kind of extra shame.

The Reality Of Living In Dickinson Versus The Lies

October 24, 2018Uncategorizedgetting a job in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, working in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

On this blog website, I have tried again, and again, to explain the reality of living in Dickinson, North Dakota, versus the lies.

Right now, today, there are advertisements and announcements on the radio about truck driving jobs in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston with “paid benefits, housing provided, $3,000 sign-on bonus, and $6,000 sign-on bonus”. Yes, there are some truck driving jobs in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston, but it is not like what is advertised or claimed. I want to give a recent, real life example.

In the Spring of 2018, at the older, low rent apartment building where I live in downtown Dickinson, there was a couple in their late twenties who moved into my building. This man and woman, appeared to be kind of poor, they drove a thirty year old luxury car that was worn out, with the rear suspension sagging. Later, it was found out, that this wasn’t even their car, it had been lent to them.

Everyone in the building remembers this couple moving in, because they made a fuss about someone being parked in “their parking space”, which caused at least a year long mutual agreement and understanding of the residents to be messed up, and a chain reaction of squabbles.

Mathematically, there are not enough parking spaces in front of the building for each apartment to have one parking space, without even considering that some apartments have two drivers and two vehicles. It came to be understood and established, that the mothers with children, and the women who were less mobile, had their usual spot where they parked their car in front of the building, and the men, who typically drove pickup trucks and were able-bodied parked on the street. It was a very practical arrangement, that worked very well, until this new young couple demanded “their parking space”, which then caused everyone to end up parking in someone else’s customary space.

This couple was from out of state, and the husband was a truck driver. I never saw very much of the husband, because he was always working. After about two months of living in this building, this couple bought a twenty-five year old Chevy pickup truck that was beat up, and they gave back the thirty year old luxury car that had been lent to them.

I remember this husband and wife fighting and squabbling some, on a regular basis, with their arguments and hostility being carried or continued into the parking lot, and hallways. Car doors slamming, shouting, yelling, fighting between the two of them about the other one not doing what they wanted, needed, or were supposed to do.

With their beat up truck, shabby, dirty, cheap clothing, and tired appearance, the husband always seemed to be coming from the position of working hard, working long hours, and the wife not doing what she was supposed to do, or not understanding that they didn’t have money. And the wife was disappointed and unhappy about everything, where they lived, what they had, and her not getting what she wanted.

This past week, five or six months after this couple moved into my building downtown, they are moving out. The husband lost his truck driving job, and they are returning to the state where they came from. All by himself, this poor, tired, worn out truck driver was carrying all the beat up old furniture from their apartment, and piling it in the back of their beat up $2,000 truck. The wife was no where to be seen, it looks like she split, too much disappointment and humiliation for her.

This husband was hardly ever home, because he was out driving tractor trucks. With the supposed high demand for truck drivers, high rate of pay, $3,000 to $6,000 sign on bonuses, why are people like this couple so poor? Why was the husband let go? Why did they have to pay for their own apartment? Why couldn’t the husband easily go get another truck driving job with a $3,000 to $6,000 sign on bonus, and housing provided?

I have lived in Dickinson, North Dakota for a little over six years now. What business owners, business organizations, and politicians claim, is a bunch of bullshit, hype, and propaganda which benefits them: To keep people coming here to rent apartments, rent homes, buy homes, keep real estate prices up, keep businesses going, to have an overabundance of labor, in order to keep labor pay rates low.

If you are from out of state and you come here, you may be able to get a job, but you will not be treated very well because you are not from here, you will be undermined by your local co-workers, not valued by your local company owner, used like migrant laborers, and let go. You may be able to pay your bills while you are here, but you will not get ahead financially unless you live almost like a homeless person or Mexican migrant worker to try to save some money.

I Almost Killed This Cat

October 24, 2018Uncategorizedadopting a cat in Dickinson North Dakota, cats in Dickinson North Dakota, feral cats in Dickinson North Dakota, kittens in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Yesterday evening at work, I pulled a six week old Siamese kitten out of a truck engine. The driver of the truck did not want this kitten, and she said that she lived next door to a bar, that had a lot of stray cats outside, that she didn’t think that this kitten belonged to anyone.

I wrote in yesterday’s blog post that this kitten didn’t try to scratch or bite me, and I put it in my Jeep Cherokee while I continued to work. This work site was not a safe place to let this kitten go, there are several packs of coyotes nearby, that come onto the site every night. After work, halfway through the long drive back to Dickinson where I live, this kitten climbed up my sweatshirt sleeve, it sat on my shoulder fairly still, and it looked out the window at the sights.

I stopped at the Family Dollar store to buy cat litter, a litter box, cat food, and cat food bowls. I put this kitten in my apartment bathroom with a bowl of water, some cat food, and the litter box. When I checked on this kitten after about an hour, it had eaten all of its food, drank some water, and it had used the litter box. I was glad that it knew how to use the litter box.

At the apartment building where I live, pets are not allowed. I didn’t know how or if I was going to be able to keep this kitten. When I let it out of the bathroom, it explored the apartment some, but it didn’t go crazy running around everywhere and getting into everything. It came and sat on top of the back of my lazy boy chair where I was sitting, and it went to sleep for several hours.

Later that first night, this kitten came and sat on top of my head and the pillows where I was sleeping, which caused me to give up my pillows. Like I wrote yesterday, I have to get up at 3:30 a.m. because I have a long drive to work far outside of Dickinson. When I got up, this kitten started meowing loudly, so I gave it some more cat food. I didn’t want this kitten to keep meowing so loudly that the neighbors would hear him.

When I left my apartment at 4:15 a.m., I left this kitten out in the living room rather than shutting him in the bathroom or a spare bedroom where he could do less damage, because if he were confined in a room he might meow all morning and cause the neighbors to complain to the apartment building manager.

Today, driving to work and while I was at work, I thought that I wanted to try to keep this kitten, he was so well behaved, so little trouble, that I thought he would be good company. I thought of a name for him, and I looked forward to seeing him when I got home.

I didn’t leave work until 6:15 p.m., and I didn’t get back into Dickinson until a little after 7:30 p.m. I stopped to pick up some carry-out food, I had not eaten all day. Remember, I left home to go to work at 4:15 a.m., and I was not getting home from work until after 7:30 p.m., that’s fifteen hours later.

When I got back to my apartment and went inside, I could see that the kitten had used his litter box, and he was sitting on the back of the lazy boy chair. Everything appeared to be fine, but he started meowing very loudly, so I had to stop what I was doing and feed him first to get him to shut up. I don’t want to get kicked out of my apartment and have to move because the neighbors complain that I have a cat.

When I sat down to eat, finally, the kitten climbed up my back to play around on my shoulders and on top of my head. This was funny the first time, the second time, and the third time, but by the fourth time and the fifth time, I was getting tired of it because I was hungry, I was trying to eat, I was tired, and I was becoming angry from the nuisance and getting clawed again and again. I thought about putting the kitten in the bathroom or the spare bedroom, but he would start meowing so loudly that I would have to let him out right away.

Soon, I was angry enough to where I was about to throw this kitten as hard as I could against the wall, in order to make it not exist anymore. No more worry about the neighbors hearing loud meowing, getting evicted from my apartment, the work of having to move and carry everything out of my two-bedroom apartment, and find a new apartment. No more having to deal with this kitten, getting woken up by it, having to feed it, having it get in the way of my dinner.

I was sorry that I was so angry from this kitten that I wanted to kill it. I put my food away, and I went to bed. I thought that I had better try to call the Oreo animal rescue people tomorrow to try give them this kitten. The kitten sat out in the living room for about an hour. I didn’t shut the bedroom door, because the kitten would just start meowing loudly.

After about an hour, the kitten came into my bedroom, and began climbing on me and biting me for about an hour. Ever since I was a kid, I had cats, and I can not ever remember a cat or a kitten even trying once to climb up my back when I was eating, or climbing onto my bed and trying to bite and scratch me for an hour when I was trying to sleep.

I couldn’t believe how bad this kitten was acting, it was such a change from yesterday. After he had eaten a lot of cat food, had a safe place to stay, and had gotten some rest, he was the worst cat ever.

The Kitten That I Brought Home

October 22, 2018Uncategorizedabandoned cats in Dickinson North Dakota, cats in Dickinson North Dakota, feral cats in Dickinson North Dakota, kittens in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have to get up in the morning at 3:30 a.m., because I have a long drive to work, at an industrial site far away from Dickinson, North Dakota where I live. For the first nine months of this particular work assignment, there were very few people at this site, which is located out in the middle of nowhere.

Several years ago, all of the wildlife in the area realized that there was no hunting on this industrial site. There was no hunting allowed on this location, because of the risk of damage being done to the equipment by any stray bullets. Several herds of deer, several packs of coyotes, several foxes, dozens of rabbits, a handful of feral cats, many pheasants, some badgers, and even a wolverine, yes a wolverine, began living at this location.

Not only did all these wild animals move to this location, these wild animals began to have a certain amount of trust towards me and my few fellow co-workers. In fact, some animals like the pheasants, actually preferred to stay close to where we were, sensing that neither the hunters nor the coyotes would come after them when we were around. Some of the rabbits would come within three or four feet of us while they were eating grass, believing that the coyotes, owls, eagles and other predators would not try to get them when we were there.

When me or my other co-workers did not want to finish eating the food that we had, we would leave the leftover food in a certain spot for the feral cats. I felt very bad for the feral cats, they were skinny and not in very good physical condition. The feral cats did not have any place warm to go when it got to be -10, -20, -30 degrees Fahrenheit. I felt that at least they could have our leftover food in the Winter.

Late this Summer, everything changed at this industrial site where I work. There were so many workers, that the rules had to change. Every day now, there are a couple of safety specialists, and environmental specialists at this site, who are there to monitor and observe everything that goes on. Their instructions to me, were that me and my co-workers could no longer feed the feral cats, as this would be considered interfering with the native wildlife.

What was even more upsetting to me, was that some of the new workers actually started doing mean things to the feral cats, rabbits, and pheasants on site, to the animals that used to have a certain amount of trust towards the people who worked on this site, that they weren’t going to harm them, and that they were protected. I am not going to dwell on this at the moment, it is just a fact that some North Dakotans get enjoyment out of hurting and killing animals like cats, prairie dogs, rabbits, pheasants, and deer.

I like cats, but I can’t really have a cat, because pets are not allowed in the apartment building where I live, and I am really just here in North Dakota temporarily for work. I left a cat back home at my house in Idaho, and I paid the neighbor to feed him, but supposedly he got run over by a car. I felt bad that I pretty much nearly abandoned this cat in Idaho, but I wanted him to be able to stay on his five acres of land, and I paid a neighbor to feed him, which I felt was the best that I could do for him.

I would like to have a cat, but I shouldn’t have one. Today at work, at 4:30 p.m, I heard a radio announcement that a lottery jackpot has now grown to $1.5 billion. I thought to myself, if I won this lottery jackpot, and a reporter asked me what I was going to do with all of this money, I would say, “I am going to get a cat, and then a girlfriend.”

At 5:15 p.m. today, one of the worker’s wives drove up to the site entrance in a new Ford F350 pickup truck. I walked over to her to ask her if she was here to pick someone up, and she said yes, her husband. I could barely hear her, because there was this cat screaming Meow!, Meow!, Meow! I said to this lady, do you have a cat in your truck, and she said no. I said pop the hood, and she didn’t know what I was talking about, but I knew there was a cat stuck up in the truck engine.

I went and got my work gloves because I was sure I was going to get bit and scratched, I pulled the hood release, undid the hood safety latch, and told her to turn off the truck engine while I went digging for this cat, it was under the air cleaner box. Within about thirty seconds, a six week old kitten climbed out from behind the radiator, and I grabbed him.

This woman, her husband, and some of the other workers thought that this was funny, it appeared that they did not dislike cats. I asked her about where she lived, to try to determine if this was one of her neighbor’s cats. She said, no, she lived next door to a bar, where there were a lot of homeless cats. I asked her and her husband if they wanted this cat, and they said no, not really.

I put this six week old kitten, which appeared to be a Siamese cat, on the front seat of my Jeep Cherokee, because I was not off duty yet. If it pissed and pooped in my Jeep, this Jeep only cost me $500, so it was not that big a deal. It sat down on the center console, and behaved pretty well. Also, it had not tried to bite me or scratch me.

Ordinarily, I would have just put this cat on the ground and let it go. But for one thing, this was not a cat, it was only a six week old kitten. Second, some of the workers on this location were doing mean things to the feral cats, rabbits, and pheasants. Third, the coyotes, the wolverine, an owl, an eagle, or other predator would have gotten this kitten this very night.

I don’t know what I am going to do with this kitten. I would like to keep him, because he is pretty well behaved. Halfway back to Dickinson, he came out of hiding, climbed up my arm onto my shoulder, and sat on my shoulder quietly all the way back to Dickinson and through town, just looking out the window.

I put him in my bathroom with a litter box, some water, and some cat food for about an hour when I first got home. He drank some water, ate all of his food, and he pooped in the litter box. So, I don’t have to worry as much as I thought I would about him using the litter box.

Here is a short video of him, he didn’t stay in this basket long:

An Alternative To YouTube, With No Censorship Or Demonitization

October 19, 2018Uncategorizedalternative to YouTube, freedom of expression on the internet, how to avoid being censored on YouTube, how to avoid being demonitized on YouTube, how to avoid videos being censored, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, uploading videos to Cocoscope, uploading videos to the internet, uploading videos with nudity, what is Cocoscope?, where to upload controversial videos, who started Cocoscope?name withheld

I have written several blog post articles about the French-Canadian YouTuber who calls herself Piper Blush. After she started her YouTube channel in 2017, within a year she reached 500,000 subscribers to her channel, and her videos received over 90 million views!

Most of Piper Blush’s YouTube channel viewers did not know that very early on, her YouTube channel was demonitized by YouTube for supposedly breaking rules or community standards. In most of Piper Blush’s videos, she wore a tight T-shirt, a low-cut blouse with maybe some buttons undone, a short skirt, tight yoga pants, or a bathing suit. Also, Piper sometimes talked about sex, dating, or made sexual innuendos.

What I think is wrong and unfair, is for YouTube to benefit greatly by Piper Blush’s YouTube videos receiving over 90 million views, and Piper Blush attracting many, many people to YouTube, but YouTube saying that they aren’t going to allow Piper to make any money from her videos because they violated rules or community standards.

Piper Blush was one of a great many YouTubers who were demonitized, censored, or banned from YouTube for supposedly breaking the rules. Another YouTuber who was blocked and censored was Nika Vegan a.k.a. Nika Banana. What Piper and Nika have in common, is they like men, they truthfully and openly answer questions they are asked about sex, and they like to show off their bodies. As far as most men are concerned, they don’t want Piper and Nika to be censored.

A few months ago Piper Blush created an alternative to YouTube, which she named Cocoscope.com. This alternative to YouTube, is free to join, free to create your own channel, and free to upload your own videos. Unlike YouTube, there is no censorship, and no one is going to be demonitized.

I am attaching a video that I uploaded to my new Cocoscope channel Dickinson58601, where I sneak up on someone taking a shower, in order to avoid censorship from YouTube:

https://www.cocoscope.com/watch?v=1984