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Another Reason Why Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Prison Work Camp, Lack Of Medical Care

In my previous blog post I wrote that Dickinson, North Dakota is a prison work camp because I keep getting stopped by the Police.  In the past two years, I have been stopped by the Police in Dickinson, more than in my entire previous forty-eight years of life.

Another reason why Dickinson, North Dakota is a prison work camp, is because of the lack of medical care.

In 2014-2015, the old St. Joseph’s Hospital in downtown Dickinson was closed and the new St. Alexius Hospital on the west side of Dickinson was opened.  Though the new St. Alexius Hospital cost approximately $75-$100 million to construct, it is an empty shell, a facade, and a sham, in several different ways.

For instance, if anyone with a serious medical condition arrives at the new St. Alexius Hospital in Dickinson, the hospital staff won’t hesitate to put that patient on the 100 mile, $40,000 helicopter ride to Bismarck, because they know that they aren’t capable of handling this patient with the medical staff and equipment that they have here.  Knowing this, many people in southwest North Dakota travel directly to Bismarck in an emergency, even though Dickinson is 100 miles closer.

What is wrong with the new St. Alexius Hospital, the equipment, and the medical staff?  This great big sprawling facade of a building, was meant to be a monument to the Catholic Church, just like a cathedral.  Rather than using the construction money for necessity, functionality, and efficiency in a medical building, they built a great big hollow temple monument.

The great big sprawling empty facade St. Alexius Hospital besides being a monument to the Catholic Church, was also a jobs program for the Catholic Church.  “Good Catholics” from the Catholic School system were awarded administrative jobs, though they held no degree in business administration, nor healthcare.  Nurses, who had nasty dispositions and an unfriendly manner, who would never be hired elsewhere, filled most of the nursing positions at the St. Alexius Hospital because they were local Catholics.

Medical Doctors, who can see what Dickinson is like, see what the St. Alexius Hospital administrators are like, and see what the St. Alexius Hospital nurses are like, take a pass on working in Dickinson, unless they have gotten into trouble elsewhere and don’t have any choices left.  Even the medical doctors with a troubled past don’t stay in Dickinson very long.

Most local people in Dickinson know better than to go to the St. Alexius Hospital in Dickinson.  They choose to go to Bismarck if they think that have something seriously wrong, or they go to Sanford Health in Dickinson if they think that their condition is not a severe emergency that requires driving to Bismarck.

Even though the medical staff, nurses, and doctors at Sanford Health are at a much higher professional level than the Catholic jobs-program staff at the St. Alexius Hospital, Sanford Health is a get-em-in and get-em-out quick type of operation, not at all like seeing a traditional family practice medical doctor who wants to know and understand his patients.

When I have needed medical care in Dickinson, I have found that I was shit-out-of-luck.  When I had a sudden, fast growing mole appear on my back, which looked and acted like a carcinoma, I couldn’t get an appointment with a dermatologist in North Dakota, not even in Bismarck, any sooner than six months.  I had to drive 750 miles one-way to Idaho in order to see a dermatologist the following week, who examined this mole, and froze it off for $100.

I have had severe allergy attacks in North Dakota, where my eyes swell shut and are so sensitive to light that I can not see.  I explained to the medical doctor that I saw at the Sanford Health clinic that my allergy attacks are so severe, that I thought that I needed something like epinephrine, which people who are allergic to bee stings use.

This young lady medical doctor was working as a “locum tenens”, a temporary doctor used to fill a staff shortage.  Her home was in Florida.  She didn’t understand what I was saying, she didn’t know what I was talking about, and she prescribed me some useless medication that didn’t work, that cost over $200 to cover only one or two allergy attacks.  She made some remark about “when I see my primary care physician”, because she was too young and dumb to know that this is it, this is all that there is in North Dakota, this visit with her is all the medical care that I am going to get in North Dakota.

Last week, I had an allergy attack that was so bad, not only did my eyes swell shut to where I could not see, I began to have trouble breathing, and I didn’t know if I was going to die.  In a panic because I began to not be able to breathe, I was about to call an ambulance, but I didn’t want to go to the St. Alexius Hospital because those fucking ham-fisted, fat, scowling, battle-axe, bitch Catholic women would only make it worse.  Stupid fuckers would take my blood and try to make me have a CT-scan or MRI, just to pay for their machine, even though I was having an allergic reaction.

Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Prison Work Camp

After six years of living in Dickinson, North Dakota, the best way to describe it, is that it is a prison work camp.  I want to begin this blog post by telling about my most constant reminder that I am in prison.

When I was living in Florida and got my driver’s license when I was sixteen years old, to when I moved away from Florida when I was thirty-two years old, in those sixteen years, I was stopped by the Police a total of three times.  The three times that I was stopped, I was speeding.  In those sixteen years, I commonly drove over the speed limit, and I often went out to bars until 2:00 a.m. on Friday and Saturday night.

From when I was thirty-two years old to forty-two years old, living in Colorado, Arizona, and Idaho, I was stopped by the Police a total of two times.  Once for speeding in Arizona, and once for a truck headlight being out in Idaho.

In comparison to being stopped twice by the Police in ten years of living in Colorado, Arizona, and Idaho, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement in North Dakota twice in the past thirty days.

In comparison to being stopped three times by the Police in sixteen years of living in Florida, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement in North Dakota more than three times in this past year.

In the past two years of living in North Dakota, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement more times than in my previous thirty-two years of driving.

I dread going anywhere in North Dakota, especially just going to the grocery store, going to work, or coming home from work.  In the past thirty days, while I was driving at the speed limit, not doing anything wrong, Law Enforcement that was travelling in the opposite direction, has made a U-turn after passing me, in order to come after me.

What Law Enforcement is trying to do, is stop me, ask me questions, and look in my vehicle in order to get me for something.

Every two or three days, the Dickinson Press newspaper has an article titled “Police Blotter” or “Crime & Courts”.  In these articles that are published every two or three days, there are typically ten to fifteen individuals named who have been charged with the following:

“…driving while license suspended, failure to carry liability insurance, possession of meth (misdemeanor), possession of meth paraphernalia (felony)…”

Dickinson has a horrible methamphetamine problem, and along with it, a terrible theft problem too.  I have had to call the Police on May 28, June 6, June 15, and June 25 regarding theft where I live in downtown Dickinson.

I understand what Law Enforcement is doing in North Dakota, trying to deal with and stop the methamphetamine and theft problem, by stopping motorists who appear to be just ordinary workers.  Law Enforcement is not making a U-turn on Villard Street to come after anyone in a new Ford F150, new Chevy 1500, new Dodge 1500, or new Suburban, lest they irritate or inconvenience someone who matters.

Most of the people in Dickinson are uneducated blue-collar workers, laborers, construction workers, welders, plumbers, electricians, equipment operators, truck drivers, and fair game to be pulled over by Law Enforcement at any time, because they are probably drunk, high, or driving on a suspended license.

Living here in Dickinson, is far, far from normal, and like no place else that I have ever lived, except for another oil field town in Texas.  There is very little to do here in Dickinson, and nowhere to go.  The women here are ugly, ugly, ugly, and mean.  No normal women will stay here.  And prostitution in not allowed.

You are just an inmate here in Dickinson, and you have to understand that this place is a prison work camp.  I understand what Law Enforcement is trying to do, but I am so tired of living like a black convict in a prison labor camp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Drug House In Dickinson, North Dakota

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Early Morning Thefts In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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