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I Was Considering Meeting A Seventeen Year Old Girl For Lunch

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For those of you who don’t know, if someone who has a Facebook account looks at your Facebook page more than once in a short period of time, their Facebook profile and photo will appear near the top of the list under your “People You May Know” or “Find Friends”.

Partly due to my blog post article “What Happened To Erik Odegaard Is A Tragedy That Is Everyone’s Fault”, a hundred additional people have appeared under my Facebook list of “People You May Know”.  When I was trying to determine where the links, referrals, and shares to this particular blog post article were coming from, I found that it was mostly a group of very bitter, angry, hateful people who disagreed with my article, who also began appearing on my Facebook list of “People You May Know”.

Probably the most important thing that I learned from writing this blog post article was how ignorant and hateful the people in Dickinson are, combined with their disregard for facts, reason, logic, or truth.  It’s fine to disagree with my article, it would do some good and help me and everyone else if someone could give some facts and insight into why my article was incorrect.

Instead, I received threats, hateful remarks, and saw that a group of people were trying to cause me harm.  For instance, a couple of people found what appeared to be where I live, my address, and some personal information about me, which they publicized and tried to stir people up to assault me or damage my property.

Besides seeing the ignorance, hate, and primitiveness of the people in Dickinson, I also saw that the women in Dickinson were enraged and desperate to prevent people in Dickinson from realizing and addressing the situation, that there is a great shortage of women in Dickinson, which the overweight and unattractive women in Dickinson have been using for years to their advantage.  They don’t want things to change.

At the top of the list of my Facebook “People You May Know”, are a couple of young women who are so crazy, that they like me and hate me at the same time.  They want to argue with me, cause me problems, meet me, get into a relationship with me, and then do something like get pregnant, get me arrested, or some such thing, however they can cause me the most permanent problems.

Because I am male and want to have sex, I almost want to meet these young women and have sex with them, but then I stop and think, why would I want to have the Police called on me for their pre-planned set up of sexual assault allegations or them becoming pregnant and me having to pay for child support, health insurance, and possibly college for the next 22 years?

Then, there are the teen-aged girls on my Facebook list of “People You May Know” who have taken an interest in what I write.  Teen-aged girls like to push the limits of what they can get away with, they like to do the opposite of what they are told to do, they like risk, danger, and excitement, and just like grown women they like causing trouble and getting other people in trouble.

For my own fun, entertainment, excitement, to piss people off, and do something that I’m not supposed to be doing, I was considering meeting a 17 year old rebellious girl in Dickinson for lunch, to allow her to bitch, complain, and gripe at me.  Technically, legally, it is not against the law for me to eat lunch at a restaurant with a 17 year old girl.

My reasons for meeting this 17 year old girl in public would be almost the same as this 17 year old girl’s reasons for meeting me in public, except she might have the intent of getting me into a lot of trouble.

At first, I thought that there is no way that I could get into trouble for this.  One step closer to me getting into trouble would be if she asked me and I agreed to give her a ride home.  Her mother seeing her getting out of my vehicle would put me well on my way to being in trouble.

Another possibility, would be her or her friends planning a confrontation at the restaurant to make this appear to be a preliminary meeting prior to having sex.

I debated in my mind whether this was worth the risk or not.  I wanted to make the point that it is not illegal to have lunch in public with a 17 year old girl, even though people might think that we are dating, or think that we are planning on eloping, or think that we are planning a romantic rendezvous, or think that she is accepting money for sex.

What made me realize that I can’t or shouldn’t do this, is that the people in Dickinson don’t care about the facts or the truth.  Because I saw recently how ignorant and primitive the people in Dickinson are, just because there is no law against dining in public with a 17 year old girl, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t be accosted, arrested, jailed, and charged with something.

The Police in Dickinson, and probably even the prosecuting attorney in Dickinson, would proceed fully with all kinds of sex trafficking of a minor charges, and you can imagine what a jury trial would be like in Dickinson, that I could very likely be convicted of a very serious crime in Dickinson, without having committed any type of crime.

This makes me uncomfortable, the reality of likely being arrested, charged, and convicted of a serious crime, when no crime has been committed.  But the majority of the people in Dickinson would be very content with this outcome, if you stop and think about it.  Their hate, hostility, and meanness is much greater than their morality or ethics.

An Illustration Of What Dickinson, North Dakota Is Like

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I have tried to explain what Dickinson, North Dakota is like many times.  What people probably need to know most of all, is the great degree to which people in Dickinson hate people who are from someplace else, and that they also hate each other.

More than a hundred years ago when the first settlers arrived in western North Dakota, mostly Germans, Ukranians, Bohemians, and a few Norwegians, they were very poor and conditions were very bleak.  Back then, there were far less trees in western North Dakota than you see now.

The settlers had no wood to construct their homes, they had to cut grass sod and stack it to form walls, and they had to use grass sod for the roof as well.  There was no wood for the fireplace or stove, they had to burn dry animal dung for cooking and heating.

For a long time in the Dickinson area, people were so poor that there was no charity or hospitality, everyone was just struggling to survive.  Also, for almost the entire history of Dickinson, there was no way for most people to get ahead.  The only way that local people could feel like they got ahead, was when someone else failed.  So people in Dickinson became accustomed to hoping and helping other people to fail, which made them feel better about themselves.

I have thought about a way to describe what people in Dickinson are like, and what living in Dickinson is like.  Here is a story that I have come up with, to illustrate several points.  Imagine that I fell and hit my head, to where my mental faculties were permanently diminished, and I could no longer operate a vehicle or work at a job.  In this mental state of not knowing and not understanding completely what is going on, here is how my life would be in Dickinson:

After a long battle of having been repeatedly denied Social Security Disability benefits in Dickinson, my court appointed advocate was able to take me to Bismarck where I was evaluated and determined to be eligible to receive disability benefits due to my accident, head injury, and reduced mental capacity.

My advocate and public fiduciary were able to arrange for me to have a small ground floor apartment in Dickinson, and they managed my Social Security money to pay for my rent, utilities, food, and clothing.  There was a small amount of money left over each month which paid for the public fiduciary accounting services.

One of my activities which I had inside of my apartment, was braiding rope to make eyelets on each end of twenty foot lengths of rope.  I would make these ropes with eyelet ends, and try to sell them as tow ropes, for $20 each.  This activity was so that I had a job, of sorts, like everybody else.

At 10 a.m., I would put 10 tow ropes into my shopping cart, and leave my apartment to go make my sales route through Dickinson.  I would head west through the neighborhood where I lived in downtown Dickinson, to get to the business district and parking lots of gas stations, convenience stores, parts stores, fast food restaurants, and motels where I would offer my 20 foot tow ropes, for $20.

One of the first persons to spot me this morning as I pushed my shopping cart along the sidewalk, was a retired man of about 65 years of age driving a new Buick, named Florian.  This man was an important Catholic, and an important member of the community.  Florian did not like the looks of me, or what I was doing.  He made a right turn at the next corner, in order to go around the block and come up behind me again.

Florian thought about running me over with his car, but he realized that someone might see him, and that he might do damage to his car.  He didn’t like the looks of me, my shopping cart, my tow ropes, or what I was doing, this made Dickinson look bad he thought.  How to get rid of me and put a stop to this he thought?  After watching me for a few minutes, Florian came up with a plan of how he might poison me.

Florian decided that he would go buy some cookie dough mix, some rat poison, mix this up in his garage, heat it up on a hot plate, and that later in the day he would find me again and bring me some cookies.  Florian was very happy and pleased with himself, because now he had something to do today, and he imagined how sick I would be and possibly die.

As I continued to make my way through downtown Dickinson, another Catholic, a realtor lady driving a new Chevy Suburban was headed in my direction.  She was talking on her cell phone and she saw me about two blocks away as I was getting ready to push my shopping cart full of yellow tow ropes across the street.

This lady looked in her rear view mirror, her side mirrors, and she looked left and right, and she saw that no one was coming and that no one was outside.  Just as I was pushing my shopping cart into the street, she ran into the front corner of my shopping cart, causing it to yank out of my hands, and fly through the air, throwing my tow ropes everywhere.  My shopping cart was damaged and crooked now.

She laughed to herself as she continued driving, looking in the rear view mirror at the damage she had caused.  No one had seen her, I would not be able to identify her, she had gotten away with it.  Besides, who was going to care about what happened to me anyway, she would just say that it was my fault, who was going to believe me?  Hopefully, she had damaged my shopping cart badly enough, that she wouldn’t have to see me pushing my shopping cart around Dickinson anymore.

I picked my yellow tow ropes up, put them back into my shopping cart basket, and I continued on.  Just before noon, as I was going through the parking lot of the Motel 6, I was able to sell one tow rope to a motel guest.  He didn’t really need the tow rope, but he thought that it wouldn’t hurt to have one.

I now had $20, and I saw the Kentucky Fried Chicken sign up ahead, not far away.  I parked my shopping cart beside the KFC, and I went inside.  I was happy that I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted.

After I got done eating, when I went outside, my shopping cart was gone.  I panicked, and began looking all over for it.  It had taken me hours and hours to make all of those tow ropes, and now they were gone.  Finally, I found my shopping cart in the bottom of the canal behind KFC, someone had taken it and pushed it into the canal.

This is what Dickinson is like, the people here hate people who are from someplace else, and they also hate each other.  Anything that you do in Dickinson, it will probably make the people here hate you even more.  They do not want anyone to get ahead, or anyone to be happy, they can’t allow this to happen, as this would mean that someone was doing better than them.  The only way that people in Dickinson can feel good about themselves, is when someone else fails, so they help other people to fail.