The Police In Dickinson Are Close To Committing The Crime Of Violating My Civil Rights

It is just about to the point where the Police in Dickinson, North Dakota could be criminally charged with violating my Civil Rights.  The penalty for this, is up to ten years in prison.  I will explain the law on this, and what the Police in Dickinson are doing to me.

Under U.S. Code Title 18, Chapter 13, Sections 241 and 242:

Section 241:  If two or more persons conspire to injure, oppress, threaten, or intimidate any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District in the free exercise or enjoyment of any right or privilege secured to him by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or because of his having so exercised the same;……

They shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than ten years, or both;

 

Section 242:  Whoever, under color of any law, statute, ordinance, regulation, or custom, willfully subjects any person in any State, Territory, Commonwealth, Possession, or District to the deprivation of any rights, privileges, or immunities secured or protected by the Constitution or laws of the United States, or to different punishments, pains, or penalties, on account of such person being an alien, or by reason of his color, or race, than are prescribed for the punishment of citizens, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than one year, or both;

The above citations of the United States Code, are not my interpretation, they are exactly word for word what the law says.

Many U.S. court cases have decided, and established the law by precedent, that the U.S. Constitution guarantees the right of an individual to travel freely.  Here are some examples of U.S. court decisions regarding this:

“The right to travel is a part of the liberty of which the citizen cannot be deprived without due process of law under the Fifth Amendment.”
[Kent v. Dulles, 357 U.S. 116, 125 (1958)]

“The right to travel, to go from place to place as the means of transportation permit, is a natural right subject to the rights of others and to reasonable regulation under law. A restraint imposed by the Government of the United States upon this liberty, therefore, must conform with the provision of the Fifth Amendment that ‘No person shall be * * * deprived of * * * liberty * * * without due process of law’.”
[Schactman v. Dulles, 96 App DC 287, 225 F.2d 938, at 941]

In my case, the two or more persons who are conspiring to oppress, threaten, and intimidate me while I am exercising my Constitutionally protected right to travel freely, are Dickinson Police Chief Dusty Dassinger, and the Police Officers who keep stopping me.

I have explained in several recent blog posts, that in my thirty-four years of driving, I average about one stop by Law Enforcement every five years.  In a period of sixty days in Dickinson, I was stopped by Law Enforcement three times.

This past Sunday morning at 6:30 a.m., I was returning home on four-lane Villard Street in Dickinson.  Villard Street was almost completely vacant at this time on Sunday morning.  During the last mile of my drive on Villard Street, there were only two approaching vehicles.

I slowed down and put on my left turn-signal one city block from where I needed to make a left turn onto a side street.  I had plenty of time to make a left turn in front of the approaching vehicles on Villard Street, until one of the vehicles sped up quite a bit.  I had to then come to a complete stop on Villard Street, as the approaching vehicle caused me to be unable to make a left turn by its speeding up.

I waited for the quickly approaching vehicle to pass by so that I could make a left turn, but once I was forced to come to a complete stop and wait on this vehicle to pass by, this vehicle slowed down, it slowed down a lot.  I became frustrated as I waited on the approaching vehicle as it slowed down more and more.  I almost went ahead and made a left turn in front of it, it was going so slow.

I could then see that this was a Dickinson Police vehicle.  I had seen this vehicle far to the east on Villard Street, and to the west end of Villard Street was another three miles.  Why, why, on a Sunday morning did this Police vehicle need to turn onto the same exact side street that I was trying to turn onto?

What this Police Officer was trying to do, was instigate a conflict and cause some kind of driving violation that he could charge me with.  Initially, I had plenty of time to make a left turn, until this Police Officer sped up quite a bit, in order to be able to cite me for turning dangerously close in front of him.  Then once I came to a complete stop and waited, this Police Officer slowed way down in order to try to get me to turn in front of him again.  The truth is, this Police Officer didn’t need to turn onto the same side street as me, he was just trying to cause an altercation.

Mentally Ill Drug Addict Woman Tries Assault Fraud In Dickinson, North Dakota

What I saw happen yesterday, Sunday, in Dickinson, North Dakota was very upsetting and troubling to me.  I hope that people in Dickinson will share this, remember this, and discuss this with Law Enforcement in Dickinson to make them aware.

On Sunday, October 20, at 4:00 p.m, I went to the M&H gas station on Villard Street in Dickinson to buy gasoline and a twelve-pack of Coke.  While I was filling my vehicle with gas, I noticed two other male customers who were also putting gasoline in their vehicles.  I went inside and I bought a twelve-pack of Coke, then I went back out to my vehicle at the gas pumps.

As I was getting into my vehicle to leave, I saw a very new, white color, four-door, four-wheel-drive Dodge 1500 pickup truck pull into the parking lot at the west side of the M&H gas station building.  A skinny woman, about 30 years of age, quickly got out of the passenger side of this Dodge truck, acting angry, slamming the truck door very hard, stomping away, then she began screaming frantically for help.

No one was following after her, and no one was doing anything to her.  The driver of the Dodge truck, he just sat in the truck.  The woman continued to scream and yell, and yell for someone to call the Police.  She then threw her phone down onto the concrete parking lot.  At one point, she dropped down onto the sidewalk beside the M&H building, to try to act like she was hurt and injured.

The driver of the Dodge truck then got out of his truck, and he began to try to dial on his phone.  I assumed that he was calling the Police himself.  The woman then ran over to the male driver of the Dodge truck, who was dialing his phone, and she began trying to hit him.  He held onto each of her wrists as she tried to hit him.  She quit hitting him, and she then walked about ten feet away.  No one was harming her, or preventing her from leaving.

On her own, with no one touching her or doing anything to her, she stomped quickly back over to the Dodge truck, and she got back into the passenger side of the Dodge truck.  She was not hurt or injured.  She began flailing around on the inside of the truck, like she was trying to cause damage and break things.

The driver of the Dodge truck got back in, and he began backing out of the parking lot.  The woman opened the truck door all the way, and she began yelling for someone to call the Police.  No one was preventing her from getting out of the Dodge truck.

The male customer closest to me at the gas pumps, he had stopped what he was doing to see if this woman was in trouble, and he appeared to want to help, but he didn’t know what to do.  I said to him that no one is doing anything to her, she is acting like she is out of her mind on drugs.  The male customer replied, “Obviously”.

I was going to call the Police, because the way that she was acting, someone was going to get hurt or get falsely accused of assaulting this woman.  I drove in the same direction as this white Dodge truck, to be able to tell the Police dispatcher where this truck was, and what direction it was heading.  The woman got out of this Dodge truck right at the next corner, right at Main Street, and the Dodge truck drove away.

The woman began screaming bloody murder, like she had just been kidnapped and raped, first dropping down onto the sidewalk like she was injured and hurt, but then jumping up and running out into Main Street to try to stop passing cars, yelling for help, like it was a matter of life and death.  A man wearing a backpack who happened to be passing by on Main Street on the other side of the street from her, he ran over to help her.

The woman then dropped back down onto the sidewalk like she was injured and hurt.  A few times it looked like she was trying to get back up and run out into traffic again, as I came to the stop sign at Main Street and I made a right turn.  I had dialed the Police dispatcher, and the dispatcher “Miranda” said that she had just received other calls about this woman, she asked me to please hold.  I explained to the Police dispatcher Miranda what I had seen, and I gave her my name and phone number.

Within a few minutes, just as the Police were arriving, the passerby on Main Street who had run across the street to help this woman, he looked like he was trying to get away from her.  It appeared that he had had enough of trying to help her, realizing that she was out of her mind, that she was probably on drugs, that she was not injured, and that no one was trying to come after her.

While I was parked on the side of Main Street, waiting on hold, then talking to the Police dispatcher Miranda, looking in my rear-view and side-view mirrors, this woman was continuing to try to get up, and yelling hysterically at passing cars.

This woman was out of her mind.  There was nothing physically wrong with her when she got out of the Dodge truck at the M&H gas station, slammed the truck door, and angrily stomped across the parking lot.  She dropped down on the sidewalk to pretend like she was hurt, but jumped right back up and quickly stomped back over to the truck, and got in.  No one was preventing her from walking away.

I realized that if this woman had even just grabbed hold of my vehicle door handle, or any man’s vehicle door handle, passersby and the Police would have jumped to the conclusion that the vehicle driver must have just assaulted, harmed, raped, or drugged this woman, and were now trying to get away.  Or, that they had hit her with their vehicle.

Even worse, if this woman would have run and jumped in the back seat or passenger seat of my vehicle, or any man’s vehicle, like what she appeared to be trying to do with passing vehicles on Main Street, the Police never ever would have believed the vehicle driver saying, “I have never seen this woman before, I don’t know who she is, she just ran and jumped in my vehicle.”  The Police would be handcuffing the driver, and taking the driver to jail for assault, kidnapping, sexual assault, and rape.

Because this woman was behaving so hysterically like someone had just kidnapped her, assaulted her, and raped her, yelling for help, yelling for people to call the Police like her life was in immediate danger, upon witnessing this, everyone passing by appeared to believe that something like this must have just happened.

These hysterics were all just an act, dupe, con, and fraud.  She could have caused an innocent man to be arrested, charged, and jailed for a serious crime with this act that she was putting on.  The Police in Dickinson couldn’t tell and would not have known that she was making the whole thing up.

Women in Dickinson probably think that this is funny, and something that they can try too.  The next time that I happen upon a woman screaming for help, I am going to press my vehicle door lock button, and drive away as quickly as possible, because apparently women think that it is a good idea to make false accusations of assault, sexual assault, and rape.

Update:

I waited for the Dickinson Press newspaper to publish its most recent “Police Blotter” or “Crime & Courts” article, in order to try to find out who this woman was on Sunday, October 20.  On October 23, the Dickinson Press newspaper article “Stark County District Court Oct. 21 & 22” had this record:

“Jessica Michelle Smith, 33, of Dickinson, initial appearance: violation of order prohibiting contact (misdemeanor); bond hearing: contact by bodily fluids or excrement (felony); bond hearing: simple assault domestic violence, preventing arrest, unlawful possession drug paraphernalia (misdemeanors)”

The above record kind of matched the incident and the behavior that I witnessed on Sunday, it involved a 33 year old woman, simple assault domestic violence, preventing arrest, possession of drug paraphernalia, and violation of a no contact order.  I went to the North Dakota Court Repository website to look at the actual date of arrest for this incident, and the charge of violating a no contact order did occur on Sunday, October 20.

I tried to find a photo of Jessica Michelle Smith on the internet, but I could not, so I can’t say that she is the person that I saw on Sunday.  I am still trying to find out if this was her.

Near Accident Almost Costing Me My License And My Job

For the first two weeks of October, I griped and complained about getting stopped by the Police in Dickinson and almost getting 9 points on my driver’s license at one time:  3 points for failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign, and 6 points for not being able to find my proof of liability insurance.  I ended up with just 3 points on my driver’s license for the time being.  When you get over 11 points, you automatically lose your driver’s license.

The job site where I have been working for the past two years is about a one hour drive from Dickinson, it’s not like I can walk or ride my bicycle there if I lose my driver’s license.  It’s out in the middle of nowhere, a rural area with large farms, not a place where you can rent something close by if you can’t drive there.  Besides that, the owner of the company that I work for stated last week that if any employee gets a suspended driver’s license, they can’t work there.

So I am trying to be very careful driving.  On top of everything else, I hit a deer on the way home from work two months ago.  This was the first time in my life that I ever actually hit a deer.  One of my coworkers hit a deer two years ago on the way to this job site and it did $20,000 damage to his new truck.  Another coworker hit a deer on the way home about eight months ago and it totaled his Dodge Caravan, then two weeks later while driving his mother’s car to work he hit another deer and it totaled his mother’s Chrysler 200.

I don’t want to hit another deer, and I don’t want to get stopped by Law Enforcement again, so I drive very slow to and from work.  When vehicles start getting close behind me, I pull off the road at the nearest approach and let them pass me.  About three times per week on the way home, I pull off the road to let one of my coworkers pass me.

This past week, there was a very severe early snow storm that lasted for several days.  Several times, the interstate that passes through this area was closed due to the number of vehicles sliding off the road.  On the way to work on the two-lane highway, I did see a couple of snow related accidents, one where a four-wheel-drive Dodge 1500 pickup truck slid into the back of a dump-truck snow plow.

Last week, getting ready to drive home from work in the dark after working a twelve hour shift, I stopped at the job site exit to let the coworker who usually passes me on the way home, I let him go ahead of me.  He drives a front-wheel-drive Honda Civic, which handles very good on snow and ice, probably even better than a four-wheel-drive truck.

My coworker got out onto the two-lane highway where the speed limit is 65 mph, and he drove 45-50 mph, which was what I was planning to do.  The highway was very icy, probably about the worst I had ever seen.  I stayed about 300 feet behind my coworker.  Every time he came to a very bad ice spot, I could see his brake lights come on, he was slowing down, but he shouldn’t have been using his brakes so much, I thought, just let off the gas pedal.

After about eight miles, I didn’t see my coworker’s tail lights in front of me.  Driving another 100 feet, I then saw that my coworker’s Honda Civic was sideways across both lanes of the highway.  At first I thought that he was trying to turn around, but then I realized that he had hit a bad ice spot and spun out.  Now only about 200 feet from him, I gently put on my brakes, but all wheels locked up, and I began sliding towards him, not slowing down at all, going about 35 mph.  Colliding with him was inevitable.

The vehicle that I was driving, is my most favorite vehicle of any one that I have ever owned.  I try not to drive it too much in order to not put many miles on it, and keep it safe.  I don’t think that I will ever be able to replace this vehicle.  But here I was, sliding towards my coworker going about 35 mph.  He was sitting there appearing to be in shock, and I am about to smash up my most prized possession.

The vehicle that I was driving is all-time-four-wheel drive, it’s always in four-wheel drive, so when I was about 100 feet from my coworker, sliding sideways just like he had slid sideways, not slowing down at all, I let off the brake and I gave it about 15% throttle.  The wheels caught just barely enough to pull me towards the high side of the highway.

I slid past my co-worker still going about 35 mph, but now with the tail end of my vehicle headed for the snow embankment on the high side of the highway.  When the rear end of my vehicle hit the snow embankment, it would be just like the rear tires hitting a curb, causing my vehicle to flip over.  All I could do was wait for impact.  When I hit the snow bank, I didn’t hit solid enough to flip over.

I drove my vehicle out of the snow bank, and I parked on the edge of the highway.  I spoke to my coworker briefly, and he said that he wanted me to go ahead of him for the rest of the way home.  I drove about 45-50 mph the rest of the way home with my hazard-flasher lights on.  This was the worst and most icy road that I had ever seen in my seventeen years of driving in snow.

This time, I gradually put about two miles distance between me and the vehicles behind me.  It was more than a one hour drive home this time, only going 45-50 mph, but not even the idiots could go any faster and catch up to me.  My coworker called me just as I was entering Dickinson to see if I had made it, I was out of sight from him.  I told him to stop at Hardees restaurant when he got into Dickinson.

When my coworker arrived at Hardees, I said to him that if I had hit him, that I would probably have been cited for the accident.  I asked him if he knew that we would have had to report this accident, if you don’t report an accident in North Dakota, it’s six points on your driver’s license.  Judging from my coworker’s response, he didn’t know that you had to report the accident, he would not have wanted to report the accident, at first.

I was kind of angry, not so much at my coworker, but at the whole situation.  I was driving slow, I let my coworker go ahead of me, I was staying 300 feet behind him, plenty far enough I thought to be able to stop in time.  The ice that he spun out on, in a front-wheel-drive car, was the ice that I had to try to stop on, and I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t even steer away from him, let alone stop.

I would have been cited for the accident, 3 more points on my driver’s license.  My coworker who acted like he would not have wanted to report this accident, because he didn’t know that he had to, would probably have changed his mind once he talked to his insurance company.  Another 6 points for me for not reporting the accident, plus the 3 points for being cited for the accident, plus the 3 points that I got at the beginning of the month, means a suspended driver’s license for me.

I am so uncomfortable, uneasy, and unsettled living in North Dakota.  So many bad things are always happening, even though all I am trying to do is just go to work, go to the grocery store, and just pay my bills.  Living here really is like being in prison, nothing good ever happens, only bad things happen here.

Update:

I talked to a Highway Patrol Officer for about five to ten minutes, describing what had happened, and asking him questions.  He told me that the Highway Patrol does not always make a determination of who was at fault in an accident, nor do they always give someone a citation for an accident, as in a weather/road condition/stalled vehicle related accident.

The Highway Patrol Officer also informed me, that up until August of 2019 it was mandatory to report a vehicle accident where there was more than $1,000 damage.  After August of 2019, the vehicle accident reporting law was updated, where it became mandatory to report a vehicle accident where there was more than $4,000 damage.

Lastly, the Highway Patrol Officer indicated that if all parties involved in a vehicle accident choose to exchange identification and insurance information, and forego reporting an accident where no one was injured and there was not that much damage, the Highway Patrol is not interested in trying to give anyone a citation for not reporting the accident.

The Phat Fish Brewery Is Family Friendly

In 2019 a new pizza restaurant and brewery was opened in Dickinson, North Dakota, called “Phat Fish Brewing”.

I kept hearing and reading that this restaurant and brewery is “family friendly”, which I think means that you can bring your kids with you, that it is O.K. for kids, or that it is meant for kids too.

From the Phat Fish Brewing website, it says:

“We are a family-friendly Brewery and Pizzeria with unique offerings created just for Dickinson!”

From a Dickinson Press newspaper article, where a reporter interviewed the owner:

“The new restaurant on Villard Street promises original brew and family fun…..A kids area is planned, and an area for adults to play games.”

“You don’t have to be 21 to be able to come in and have a pizza and a soda,” Scharf said. “We’re going to be doing our own custom root beer and cream soda. We’ll have root beer floats and smores pizzas.”

This is kind of what I picture in my mind:

Stevenson Funeral Home Marketing In Dickinson North Dakota

Several days ago when I was on Facebook, one of the advertisements that kept appearing on my home page was for Stevenson Funeral Home in Dickinson, North Dakota.

I check my Facebook home page three or four times a day to see what people have posted and what items people have listed for sale on Facebook Marketplace.  90% of the time, everyone on Facebook knows that people are using it for fun and entertainment.

Every so often someone will post something political or religious that gets argued about until the post gets pushed further down the page and out of sight.  From time to time someone will post an article about a charity fundraiser for a person who is sick or injured, or a news bulletin about a missing child or elderly person.

But when the advertisement kept coming up for Stevenson Funeral Home, I felt like it was out of place.  This funeral home advertisement coming up on Facebook, was kind of like being solicited about funeral arrangements while at a party, picnic, playground, or restaurant.  When people are being social, fun, and lighthearted, it’s not the right time to talk about funeral arrangements.

I looked at the comments that people had left attached to this Stevenson Funeral Home advertisement to see if anyone else felt the same way that I did about it.  One man wrote something like, “Why does this funeral home advertisement keep appearing in my feed?  Do you know something that I don’t know?  Are you expecting me to die or something?”

There were a couple of comments where people complained about a relative’s funeral costing $11,000 and $13,000.  Then, there were some comments about a neighbor burying people in their backyard.  But these comments were all deleted.

The funniest comment, was where a person was actually being serious, she wrote, “The whole crew is awesome to work with.”  I was thinking, “What?, what is going on?  Is this person from the Adams Family or something?”

Here is what came to mind, adult Wednesday Adams:

I went and looked at the Stevenson Funeral Home Facebook page, and at the top of their page they have the banner or slogan, “Endless Possibilities”.  I thought to myself, they have got to be kidding, “Endless Possibilities” ?  More fitting would be something like “Eternal Possibilities”.  When you or a family member is dead, you can be buried or you can be cremated, but to suggest that there are “Endless Possibilities” is kind of macabre and sinister.  It makes me wonder what kind of voodoo, satanic, undead possibilities are there?

Hammer Hand’s MGTOW Movie

For those of you who don’t know, MGTOW stands for “Men Going Their Own Way”.  For at least the past five years in western countries such as Great Britain, Canada, Australia, and the United States, many adult men have come to believe that there is no way that they can have a relationship with women without having disastrous consequences.

Adult men through their own experiences, and witnessing the experiences of other men, have come to realize that being involved with women, working with women, or even just crossing paths with women will likely lead to these outcomes:  Allegations of sexual harassment; allegations of sexual assault; losing one’s job or career over false accusations; divorce causing the loss of their home and children; child support and alimony payments beyond what they are able to pay.

Many men have decided that it is just not worth it to pursue any type of relationship with women, and that it can be detrimental to their well being to work with, or even be around women.  Once making this decision to avoid women, many men have found that they have more peace, happiness, success, and financial freedom beyond what they had ever experienced before.  Hence, MGTOW.

My estimation is that approximately 20%-25% of men over the age of 25 in the U.S. have made up their mind to try to have as little to do with women as possible, because it is too costly in time, energy, money, distractions, and frustration.  On a daily basis, as a philosophy, lifestyle, support group, or a kind of religion, these men have discussions on internet forums such as YouTube.

Some of the MGTOW YouTubers that I follow daily are Hammer Hand, RPM, and Coach Greg Adams.  Though each of these three YouTubers are my age, approximately 50, Hammer Hand is White, whereas RPM and Coach Greg Adams are Black.  Both Hammer Hand and RPM are truck drivers.

Hammer Hand, RPM, and Coach Greg Adams, all grew up believing that they would marry, have a wife, children, home, and career, just like I believed.  However, they, and I, never could have imagined how bad things would turn out, society in the U.S. has fallen apart.  This is what MGTOW followers discuss every day, what is wrong, what went wrong, how did this happen, why did this happen, who caused this, and how to fix this.

Finally, about one year ago, Hammer Hand decided to make a movie, in order to clearly explain what went wrong, what is wrong, how did this happen, why did this happen, and who is responsible.  Here is his movie which was released yesterday:

This movie is pretty thorough and detailed in its explanation of MGTOW.  I can understand some of the complexities because I have been considering many of these ideas for more than a year.  But for a newcomer, I think that the first part of this MGTOW movie would be confusing.  Soon after the movie starts, there is a lengthy commentary accompanying a video showing a riot/street-brawl in a Black community.  What does Black people rioting/brawling in the street have to do with MGTOW many people might wonder?

What I have not mentioned or pointed out yet, is that Black families, Black communities, and Black society has been more thoroughly and completely destroyed than White families and White communities.  This may have been why Hammer Hand chose to begin his movie with commentary and video of a Black community in chaos.

This movie intro may have made it easier to immediately begin addressing some of the causes for the break down in this community such as:  Feminism’s support of unwed mothers;  Feminism’s support of sexual freedom and promiscuity;  Government welfare taking the place of Black men as provider;  Jews controlling the media and entertainment to promote destructive behavior such as drug use, promiscuity, infidelity, and violence;  Communist agenda to destroy the traditional family unit, traditional religion, and bring about people relying on the government for everything.

For now, I am not going to interject any more of my own explanation of MGTOW and Hammer Hand’s MGTOW movie, so that people can just watch this movie for themselves.

I Talked To The Police Officer Who Stopped Me Last Night In Dickinson, North Dakota

On Monday night, September 30, at 11:00 p.m., I was stopped by a Police Officer in Dickinson, North Dakota for failure to come to a complete stop at a stop sign.  I had waited until late at night to drive to WalMart for groceries, because I didn’t want to go to the store when it was busy and crowded.  I was not in a hurry at all, I was driving less than the speed limit, and the last thing I was expecting was to be stopped by the Police.

When the Police Officer asked me for my driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance, I told the Police Officer that I would have to look on my phone for a copy of my proof of insurance.  At the moment, I could not remember whether I had taken a photograph of the insurance card off of my computer screen, or if I had had this insurance card e-mailed to me.

I bought this vehicle that I was driving, six weeks ago.  Initially, what I had placed in the glove box as proof of insurance, was the price quotation that State Farm Insurance had faxed to me, the form that I had to sign and fax back to State Farm Insurance, and I had a photo on my phone of the check payment written out to State Farm Insurance with the dollar amount matching the price quote for this vehicle, the date, and in the memo section the make, model, and year of this vehicle.

The Police Officer was not believing me that I had insurance on this vehicle, even after I showed him the paperwork that I had in the glove box, and the photo of the check payment for insurance on this vehicle.  I had other proof of insurance cards on my phone for other vehicles of mine, but not this one.  I tried to go to and log onto my e-mail, but I couldn’t get the log in page to come up on my phone like it does on my computer.

The Police Officer mentioned to me that failure to have insurance or proof of insurance was a $140 fine, which was not that big a deal to me.  As he was writing my ticket, I was able to get to my e-mail on my phone, go back to August, and luckily I found the proof of insurance card for this vehicle.  I handed my phone to the Police Officer, and he looked at my proof of insurance card for this vehicle.

The Police Officer gave me a ticket for failure to stop at a stop sign, which he explained was $40 and three points on my driver’s license.  I explained to the Police Officer, that I know that the Police in Dickinson are trying to stop as many people as possible in order to try to discover drug crime, but for people like me who are not criminals, this is a problem because I have been stopped three time by Law Enforcement in the past sixty days.

When I got home and I began looking on the internet to try to see how many points would go on my Idaho driver’s license, when these points would appear on my driver’s license, what online driver course I could take to get these points removed, and when I would need to take this online driver course, I found out that I nearly got nine points on my driver’s license for this traffic stop, and that the next time that I got stopped within the next twelve months, my driver’s license would automatically be suspended.

What I did not know or understand at first, was that there is no ticket for failure to have proof of insurance, there is only a ticket for failure to have insurance.  If I would have paid the $140 ticket for what I thought was failure to have proof of insurance, I would have actually been admitting to not having liability insurance, which in North Dakota on the first offense carries a penalty of six points on your driver’s license, and for the second offense twelve points on your driver’s license.

I had no idea that on the way home from WalMart at 11 p.m., not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign, would result in me losing my driver’s license.  But it’s worse than that, I didn’t understand what was going on, I didn’t understand how important it was to show more proof of insurance than what I had with me at the time, I didn’t know that paying the ticket for $140 would have been automatically admitting that I didn’t have liability insurance, which I did have liability insurance, I didn’t know that I would have had nine points on my license immediately, I would not have known that the next time I got stopped within the next twelve months that my driver’s license would automatically be suspended, … and I would have been driving around with a suspended driver’s license and not had any idea.

On Tuesday, I called a couple of DMV and IDT offices in Idaho to try to get some answers on how to handle the traffic ticket that I got on Monday night, to ask if and when the points would go on my Idaho driver’s license, and when and how many times could I take the online driver safety course to get the points removed from my driver’s license.

On Tuesday I called a couple of DMV and NDOT offices in North Dakota to ask questions, though the people in Bismarck were nice, they didn’t have all the answers.  I called the Dickinson Police Department to try to ask to speak to a Police Officer that I already knew like Shift Sergeant Moser, Officer Kinto, or Officer Bates, but was told no.  It was suggested to me that I speak to either the Police Officer who gave me the ticket, or his Shift Sergeant Jason Wallace this evening.

To clarify for those people reading this blog post who don’t understand why this is such a big deal to me:  My home is in Idaho 750 miles away, I am just here in Dickinson, North Dakota to work.  My work location is more than sixty miles from Dickinson, out in the middle of nowhere.  If I lose my driver’s license, I will lose my job.  I have trucks, trailers, and equipment that I have brought to Dickinson to do self-employed work, but without a driver’s license, I couldn’t do my self-employed work either.

If I lose my driver’s license, then my job, I don’t have anyone here to help me.  I don’t have any good friends here, any family members here, any church relationship here, any attorney or accountant business relationships here.  Without a driver’s license, without a job, without any income, that is when I would probably want to hire an attorney to try to help me get something like a temporary restricted license to drive to work, but the attorney would want thousands of dollars, and the Dickinson Police would just cause me to lose my restricted license as soon as possible.

I would not have had any idea that I was getting a total of nine points on my driver’s license by paying the $40 ticket and the $140 ticket from this traffic stop.  I would not have gotten any notification about the nine points on my driver’s license, because I have an Idaho driver’s license.  Any mail from the state of Idaho would be sent to my home or my P.O. box in Idaho.

I have to keep my Idaho driver’s license and do other things like pay state income tax to Idaho, as well as North Dakota, to legally claim Idaho residency.  My home in Idaho is protected from any kind of lawsuit judgement if it is my primary residence, my homestead, but not if it is classified as a second home or investment property.

Getting back to the point, I keep getting stopped so frequently by Law Enforcement in Dickinson, because they are trying to stop drug crime, that I am in danger of having my driver’s license suspended, being arrested for unwittingly driving on a suspended license, losing my job, having no way to earn a living, losing my apartment, and not even being able to drive my equipment and vehicles back to my home in Idaho.

I spent some time looking up on the internet the Police Officer who stopped me and gave me the ticket on Monday night.  He graduated from Dickinson State University about one year ago, he became a Police Officer about six months ago, and he is about 25 years old.

I called the Dickinson Police Department late Tuesday night when this Police Officer was back on duty, and I said that I wanted to ask him some questions about the ticket he gave me, and that I would like to meet him somewhere if possible.  The Dickinson Police Department got a hold of him, and he called me back.

I asked him if I had not found the State Farm Insurance card on my phone, would he have written me a ticket for failure to have liability insurance, he said yes.  I asked him if he would have told me that this ticket for not having insurance carries a six point penalty on your driver’s license, he said yes.  I explained to him, that I had no idea that paying the $140 ticket for failure to have liability insurance means that you agree that you have no liability insurance, I did have liability insurance.

I tried to explain to him again, better than I explained it to him on Monday night, that I understand that the Police are trying to detect crime, but the way that the Police are scrutinizing my driving, and the frequency at which the Police are stopping me, that I am going to lose my driver’s license.  I don’t think that I can drive perfectly all the time.  I am not a criminal, but the Police are turning me into a criminal, to where I am going to end up driving on a suspended license.

I briefly explained that the way that the Police are stopping me so often, that I am going to lose my driver’s license, then lose my job, then lose my home.

This Police Officer explained to me that he was just doing his job.  That he has to enforce traffic laws for public safety, people can’t speed and run stop signs just because they want to.  I explained to him that I don’t speed, that I drive slow, I am always being tailgated, and that I have to pull over to let people pass me all the time.  I didn’t run the stop sign, I just didn’t come to a complete stop.

After I got off the phone with this Police Officer, I had the impression that he believed that he was just doing his job, though I don’t think that he understands the impact of what he is doing.

People are supposed to have the right to travel freely in the U.S.  The whole point of the first communities in the U.S. creating government and Police Officers was to maintain peace and order, not for the Police to hide and sneak up on citizens to try to get them for something like the citizens are prey, enemies, or criminals.

If there is supposed to be a curfew at night in Dickinson, which I agree with, then this law should be voted on by citizens and then published as law.  In effect, what the Police in Dickinson are doing, is they have created a curfew law all on their own.  I see very few people driving at night in Dickinson, and I think that it is because they are scared of getting stopped by the Police and cited for something.

It has been pointed out to me by other people, which I realized was the truth, new, clean, expensive vehicles in Dickinson do not get stopped by the Police.  I just about never have seen a new, clean, expensive vehicle stopped by the Police in Dickinson, its always older less expensive vehicles that get stopped by the Police.