On Tuesday evening I drove my 1994 Toyota Land Cruiser to the Upin Thai restaurant in Dickinson to pick up a Red Curry Chicken that I had ordered. I bought this vehicle in 2014 in Bismarck from the owner of Bearscat Bakery for $4,500. Since then, after driving and learning more about it, I have been in love with Land Cruisers.
From time-to-time I look on BisMan Classifieds for Toyota Land Cruisers for sale, and I bought two more 1992 models that were located in Bismarck, one in 2016 and the other in 2020. I even used to look for them on nationwide salvage vehicle auction websites, because they can withstand substantial front end or rear end damage and still run & drive fine.
For readers who are not familiar with Toyota Land Cruisers, the Toyota Motor Company intentionally and knowingly over-built Land Cruisers in comparison to its other vehicles which were already good quality, so that they would be trouble-free in very remote harsh environments such as Vietnam, Thailand, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Phillipines, Africa, Australia, South America, and the Middle East.
In almost every country on Earth, male children and adults know what Toyota Land Cruisers are, not necessarily as a status symbol, but as a way to get to or from some place that is very difficult to reach. The U.S. is likely the only country where most people do not know what a Land Cruiser is, because U.S. roads are modern and in good condition.
I was very surprised on Tuesday night, to see a 2001 Toyota Land Cruiser for sale, across the street from the Upin Thai restaurant in Dickinson, North Dakota:
The empty lot where this Toyota Land Cruiser was parked, which actually turned out to be the Lexus/Luxury version, is owned by Ray’s Auto Electric. At the end of this video, the contact phone number shown on the passenger-side window is for Ray’s Auto Electric. In 2018 I bought a 2000 Toyota 4Runner on this lot from Ray’s Auto Electric, that has been a good vehicle for me. This 4Runner had come from an auto auction needing some repair that was done by Ray’s before I got it.
The reason why I am saying that this is the nicest vehicle for sale in Dickinson right now, is because it is. Though it currently has 207K miles on it, and an asking price of $13,500, over the next ten years and 200K miles, it should only need normal maintenance like oil changes, brakes, and maybe a fuel pump. Upon further research, this 4.7 liter V8 engine does have a timing belt, not a timing chain, and it is strongly recommended that the timing belt be replaced every 90K miles.
At the end of ten years and another 200K miles, it should be worth about $5K-$10K because its body & chassis will still be solid, and its engine & transmission serviceable. ( Some 1990s Land Cruisers with over 200K miles currently sell for 60% of their original price. )
Altogether you would get a very safe, reliable, comfortable, good looking vehicle with only $8K total depreciation over ten years and 200K miles.
In comparison, a new Jeep Wrangler, Jeep Cherokee, Chevy Suburban, Ford Explorer, Ford Bronco, or a new Dodge truck would experience about $30K-$40K depreciation over ten years and 200K miles. And be more likely to require an expensive repair along the way.
In 2013 when I returned to Dickinson, North Dakota after working and living in Texas for a year, two older acquaintances of mine recommended to me that I visit a particular business in this area, because they thought that it was a very unique and interesting place. Over the next eight years, I heard other people talking about this business, I saw a few mentions of it in regional newspapers, and posts about it on Facebook.
It wasn’t until the summer of 2021 when I began taking motorcycle rides that had no purpose other than sightseeing and exploring, that I first visited this business that I had been hearing about for years. The building was not a disappointment or a let-down, it was as unusual and unique as everyone had described. The owner was an interesting and likable person, and I wished that I would have visited this place sooner.
There were a few reasons why I didn’t stop at this business in the 2014-2020 timeframe, mostly having to do with this blog that I write. I had written about a young woman that I liked, she sometimes came here, and I didn’t want to run into her. I was not wanting a confrontation with her, nor for her to get the idea that I was stalking her. Then, in 2016 I wrote a blog post article defending a 20 year old young man in Dickinson, who in my opinion was being over vilified for having sex with a young high school girl. This article of mine enraged some women, who in addition to loudly criticizing this article and me, began to organize, collaborate, and make plans against me.
It became apparent, that people, groups, and businesses who looked me up on Facebook, whose profiles showed up under “People You May Know”, were just as likely or more than likely a potential enemy, rather than a friend. Viewing some of these Facebook pages and profiles, I could see negative comment threads regarding me and my blog post articles. This business that I had wanted to visit, a few of its employees and associates had looked me up on Facebook, so I stayed away. not knowing whether they were interested in hearing what I had to say, or hated me.
When I finally did visit this business in the summer of 2021, I had a chance to speak to the owner without having given my name, or much information about myself. He had some of the same interests as me, and I talked with him for more than an hour. I believe that by the time I left, he probably figured out who I was. I was glad that I had been able to meet and talk to him, without my reputation preceding me, or anyone clamoring to lash out at me. But I did realize that I should rarely or never come back here.
When I later read a Dickinson Press newspaper article from back around 2013, which was an interview with this business owner and his wife explaining who they were, where they had come from, how they bought this business, what they had done to it, what they planned to do with it, I realized that I had mistakenly thought that this building had existed in this condition for many years. I had thought this building was used for this purpose since the 1930s or 1950s, I had no idea the amount of restoration and re-purposing work he and his wife had put into it.
They didn’t just take over a business, they built this business. This wasn’t just a business purchase for them, this was a complete life change for he and his wife, something that they had been contemplating and looking into for several years, before moving to North Dakota to buy this property and begin renovations that took three years to complete, doing most of the work themselves. They were not wealthy people, they put everything they had into this, all of their own money and what money they could borrow. All of the money had to go towards building materials, there was not enough money to hire contractors, they did the work themselves.
One week ago, I was shocked and stunned when I saw on Facebook that this business was for sale. This was their dream, this was their life, they’ve been building this business for the past twelve years, how can they sell this?
I talked to one of my coworkers about this, he already knew, other people had told him. I talked to one of the City Commissioners about this, he already knew also.
I immediately wanted to ask this business owner what happened, why was he doing this. I would have asked his wife if she was there instead of him. I had to wait until I wasn’t working, and go there when it was not a busy time of day for them.
A couple of days ago I went to this business at about 3:00 p.m., and there was only one other customer, who was not currently engaged in conversation with the owner. The owner instantly recognized me, partly because I was carrying a motorcycle helmet, and he asked me if I was riding my BMW motorcycle. I told him yes, he could ride it if he wanted to.
He probably would have taken my motorcycle for a ride, had it not been for the other customer, who now came over to join the conversation. Out of politeness, and knowing the other customer much better than me, he kept the conversation mostly in line with what this other customer was familiar with.
Soon, I said that I had seen the advertisement for this business being for sale, why was he selling? He explained about his wife and kids, a kind of logistical inconvenience. When he said that he had already moved to a different state, his wife and kids were there now, I knew that there was more to this. It would have been easier to move a few miles to solve the problems that he had described, not move to an entirely different state.
I said that where he had moved, was being over-run with Californians, didn’t he know that North Dakota was the last safe place? The things that I began explaining, he knew what I was talking about, but he didn’t add to my analysis. I hadn’t meant to be rude or inconsiderate, but I hadn’t realized that the other customer wasn’t following along. I had kind of misjudged the other customer as someone who had also worked and lived in many other states.
After it was too late, I realized that I had apparently alienated and possibly offended the other customer, who was a local person. I looked him over more carefully, in preparation for a possible fight or punch coming my way. I hated this feeling of having tried to discuss something, find out something, and instead nearly getting into a fight. It seems like the majority of the time when I go someplace and interact with people in the Dickinson area, they don’t know what I am talking about, and I regret the interaction.
After the other customer left, the business owner said to me, what is universally understand by people who move here from out-of-state, “I am not from here.”. I said, I know, but you have already made it past where everybody is trying to find out where you are from, who you are, what you are going to do, to where now you are an employer of local people, are a part of the local economy, bring revenue to this community. He just shook his head.
It turned out that I already knew and understood the reasons why he and his wife had decided to sell their business and leave North Dakota. But I was interested to find out. Maybe there was some other reason, maybe there was something better somewhere else.
Especially for women from some place else, western North Dakota is a very difficult place to live. Here, women don’t have very many places to go either by themselves or with friends. Not only do women have few places to go, they have even fewer places that they would WANT to go. 50 miles to Walmart? 50 miles to Walmart in January when it’s -40 degrees Fahrenheit outside?
Something I need to remember and keep in mind, to never say very much, attract attention, interact with others, or stay inside very long in North Dakota with a nice motorcycle left parked outside where I can’t see it. I was so lucky that the local person who I probably offended, didn’t at the very minimum knock it over when he left.
For the past several months from time-to-time I have seen an advertisement on YouTube for a “Fuel Filter” that is configured identical to a firearm silencer. The men shown in this YouTube advertisement make the assertion that this “Fuel Filter” can not be classified as a firearm silencer until a center hole has been drilled through the end cap.
I was expecting this YouTube advertisement to be taken down within a few days, but it continued to appear for the past several months. Because of this, I came to believe that the ATF was not concerned about this “Fuel Filter” that was one step away from being a functioning firearm silencer. A few nights ago, I was about to place an order for two of them.
I was going to order two of these “Fuel Filters” to have handy in case I needed one. I wasn’t going to drill a hole through the end cap until I actually needed to use it as a firearm silencer. Yesterday, a reader submitted a comment to one of my blog post articles, stating that the ATF came to his house to seize his AR-15 because they had tracked down that he had purchased one of these “Fuel Filters”.
I began doing some research, and to my surprise and horror, not only is the ATF coming to people’s houses to take these “Fuel Filters” away from people who ordered them off of the internet, in some cases the ATF is charging the person with one felony count of possessing a silencer for each “Fuel Filter” that they ordered.
In most cases, it appears that the internet orders for “Fuel Filters” configured like a silencer, are being shipped from a manufacturer in China. U.S. Customs has become aware of which shipments from to China to watch out for, and they are intercepting many of these “Fuel Filters”. U.S. Customs, also known now days as part of ICE, is identifying the purchaser/addressee and sending them official letters about what specific laws have been violated.
When U.S. Customs has failed to intercept these “Fuel Filters” and the purchaser/addressee actually receives them in the mail, within a few days or a few weeks, Homeland Security Investigations, also known as HSI, contacts the purchaser to explain to them what laws have been violated and that the “Fuel Filters” need to be turned over. HSI has actually gone to people’s houses.
If U.S. Customs/ICE, and Homeland Security Investigations/HSI fails to contact the purchaser/addressee, then the ATF will either telephone the purchaser or show up at their house. In some cases, local Sheriff Departments have been tasked with going to the homes of purchasers to confiscate these “Fuel Filters” purchased over the internet.
While I was doing research on this, there were some young men who said that if the ATF showed up at their house, they would tell the ATF to shove it up their ass. If someone actually said this to U.S. Customs, Homeland Security Investigations, the ATF, the local Sheriff, this would change the situation from confiscation of a cheap “Fuel Filter” firearm silencer, to the confiscation of all of your firearms, immediate arrest for felony possession of a silencer, and tens of thousands of dollars in attorney’s fees to keep from going to jail for up to 10 years.
For the time being, this is the best video that I could find showing this “Fuel Filter” advertised on YouTube, just watch the first few minutes of this video:
The YouTube channel that created this video, “Mrgunsngear”, he personally has many different licenses for silencers, that is why he is not in much danger of arrest by the ATF. However, PLEASE, PLEASE READ THE FOLLWOING COMMENTS FROM HIS VIEWERS regarding the above video:
“Just the idea of a Sheriff department “tracking people down” for ordering these is repugnant abuse of power.”
“”Local sheriff’s” I got a nasty letter from UCBP + ATF when customs seized one I got.”
“From what I understand, the people who are getting in trouble are the ones who live in states where suppressors are illegal. There have been a bunch of arrests in Massachusetts.”
“Owning with intent to Form 1 is just ATF candy. File form 1 at the very least before buying it.”
“Jail Bait. Yeah, I saw the advertisements, I wouldn’t have touched it with a 10’ pole.”
“Sheriffs hell my friend at work’s son got a call from homeland security about a month after he got his in the mail. Luckily he hadn’t done anything with/ to it and mailed it all to DHS. Don’t screw around with these as DHS is monitoring the websites if not actually running some to jam people up!”
“Bought one from a Chinese seller on eBay before the Covid craziness. Never showed up but a special agent from Homeland and ATF did. I showed them my approved form one and other traps I legally converted. No problem with them. Long story short don’t buy from Chinese sellers do to customs and immigrations definition of what is considered a suppressor.”
Please watch the first part of this short 4 minute video below:
Lastly, I want to show some of the comments that were left under the following CRS Firearms video, where this channel creator is not taking the ATF threat seriously. Just watch the first few minutes of this video, the viewer comments are more important:
“You are mistaken about the solvent traps. On November 19th 2019 homeland security, atf, the Detroit police kicked in my door because of these exact items. The Discovery paperwork on my case is 1600 pages. The search warrant is 37 pages long. They say that if there is a center mark of any type showing the center, it’s a silencer. Even if it’s just the tube.”
“I bought one of those things and United States border and customs intercepted the package and seized it. And sent me a letter (I have actual documentation) almost a month later saying so and what it was to them that is. One of the options was if I wasn’t to do anything they will seize it and nothing will happen. -I let it go because I didn’t know what it was-. My thing is how did they even know what was inside the package??”
“I ordered a fuel filter on wish it was confiscated by customs and i got to have a nice meeting with the Department of homeland security telling me it fits the criteria for a suppressor and not to do it again. So good luck”
There are many more comments under this CRS Firearms video from viewers who explain what happened to them after they ordered a “Fuel Filter” on the internet that was configured like a firearm silencer.
During this past week, I wrote three blog post articles about a frightening experience that I had when I stopped in the small town of Mott, North Dakota at 12:10 a.m. to read a road map. Twice, someone emerged from the dark vacant street to approach my vehicle and I had to quickly drive away.
I went on and on about how I didn’t know what these people who approached my vehicle intended to do, I probably would have shot them if they had jumped inside my truck, I hadn’t been paying enough attention to my surroundings, why can’t the North Dakota DOT mark the routing for Highway 21 West with road signs so people don’t have to pull over in Mott to look at a map.
A person named Ray who lives in Maryland, who had been a long-haul truck driver for fifteen years, he wrote a comment a couple of days ago saying that in his experience, one of the most frequent places to be the victim of a robbery and/or assault is at a gas station while pumping fuel, getting out of your truck at a rest area, or using the public bathrooms at a rest area.
I believe that Ray pointed out, that while pumping fuel at a gas station, you have your hands full with the fuel hose and nozzle, and you are watching the pump to see how many gallons of fuel you are getting. At this moment, you are occupied with what you are doing, and aren’t able or inclined to drop what you are doing and walk away.
Today, Saturday afternoon, I went to a hardware store on the north side of Dickinson to buy several different bolts that were missing from a 1972 Yamaha motorcycle that I had just bought. I had to remove bolts from the motorcycle, take them inside the store, determine what size and thread series they were, buy something that was as close as possible to identical, and then go back outside and see if it fit correctly on the motorcycle, which I had in the back of my truck.
I had to go in and out of the hardware store about four times. On the fifth trip inside the store, some of the last things that I needed were 2-cycle motor oil, Heet fuel line water remover, and an engine air filter. When I found almost everything and went to the cashier to pay, there was an elderly gentleman who had decided that he would discuss a store catalogue of shelves with the cashier, not ask his questions to one of the two unoccupied floor-walkers, but take his time with the only cashier on duty. So I put the items that I needed down and I left, I couldn’t stand waiting and watching this unbelievable shelf consultation any longer.
I was hot, tired, hungry, and thirsty, but the next place that I went was a very busy auto parts store, where I bought the 2-cycle motor oil, and the Heet, but I forgot to buy a drink because I was trying to see if they had an engine air filter for my motorcycle. I made up my mind that I was going to go home, not look for an engine air filter anymore today, because I didn’t want to be around people anymore, I was in a bad mood.
I drove south, and I had to stop at the T-Rex Gas Station in the T-Rex Shopping Plaza to get fuel in my truck. The T-Rex Gas Station is in the middle of Dickinson, and it is one of the cleanest, safest gas stations in Dickinson. I parked on the outside of the very last gas pump, because I didn’t want to be around people, and I didn’t want to be blocked in.
After I had scanned my debit card, entered my debit card pin, got the pump to turn on, and began filling my truck tank, I noticed a man about 45-50 years of age, wearing an orange high-visibility construction worker shirt, walking across Main Avenue, yelling and ranting, heading in the general direction of this gas station.
From the middle of Main Avenue, and for the whole time he was walking, he did not cease yelling, cursing, and ranting. The first things that I could understand what he was saying, was something like, “They took everything from me, they took all of my shit.” I didn’t know if he had just been robbed, kicked out of where he lived by his housemates, if he had been evicted, or what.
It was hot outside, it must have been very uncomfortably hot walking on the street and pavement, especially if something bad had just happened to you, like you had all of your shit stolen. This guy continued to yell and curse, and he was now headed straight for me, with his fists clenched, his jaw clenched, the veins in his neck popping out.
From what he was yelling, it kind of appeared that he was looking to fight anyone that he came across at that moment. I was not in a good mood. I was not wanting to be approached by any pan-handlers asking for money, or anyone wanting to start an altercation. I became kind of enraged myself, to where I was not going to wait for this guy to get to me, I was wanting to beat the shit out of this guy before he even got to me. I thought what board or pipe did I have in the back of my truck to beat him with.
This guy changed course about 75 feet from me, and headed north. He began yelling, “I don’t care if I die, I don’t want to live anymore.”, and who knows what all else he was yelling. I was upset about this incident, this guy yelling non-stop, coming at me angrily like he was going to attack me, me wanting to beat the shit out of him, and then hearing him say that he didn’t want to live anymore.
It is not hard to say that this this man was mentally ill, the way that he was ranting the whole while he was walking. The way that he was behaving, the things that he was yelling, I don’t have much doubt that he was wanting to fight whoever he came across. Did he want to hurt someone, did he want to get into a fight, did he want to go to jail because he had no place else to go, did he want someone to hurt him so that he could sue them, did he want someone to shoot him and kill him?
Did he turn away from his approach towards me because he feared losing the fight, being blamed for the fight, or because he realized that the gas station had security cameras?
Even though I had decided 30 minutes prior to this that I was in a bad mood, didn’t want to be around people anymore, didn’t want to keep shopping for an air filter, just wanted to go home, parked at the farthest gas pump to not have to deal with people, if I would have not waited for this guy to walk up on me and hit me while I was between the gas pump and my truck, and knocked him down before he got that far, the Police and maybe even witnesses would have blamed me.
It would not have mattered how much I explained that I was stopped at the gas pump putting fuel in my vehicle, whereas this guy was crossing the street approaching me angrily yelling with clenched fists, he has no vehicle and no gas can, he had no reason to be walking all the way across Main Avenue to get here to this gas pump where I am, except to attack me, the Police Officer would probably arrest me if I knocked this guy down first. I wasn’t going to be slammed to the concrete first, I could see what was about to happen.
In the past, I have seen some mentally-ill strange acting people at the gas stations in downtown Dickinson, but usually not ever at this T-Rex gas station. I thought about it, the gas station beside the new Family Fare grocery store, on the north side of the interstate, near Menards, this gas station is not within a residential area, and has probably the least amount of pedestrians nearby, and probably the least amount of low-income people, so I will try to use this gas station from now on.
Note: For the past several years, I have noticed that many women will pull up to a gas pump, and not get out of their vehicle to pump gas until everyone close to them at the other pumps has finished pumping gas, gotten back in their vehicle, and left. I used to think that these women were being ridiculous, no one is going to grab hold of them and try to abduct them. Now I kind of see how they feel, they don’t want to be in the middle of pumping gas and have someone take this opportunity to approach them. Now that I think about it, many of these women get back inside their vehicle while the pump is running, they won’t even stand outside their vehicle.
As you may have heard, there are very few attractive women in western North Dakota. Three or four times per day I go look at Facebook Marketplace to see what good deals there are for vehicles and motorcycles. When I scroll through the ads, I get distracted by the good looking women who are modeling clothes for sale.
When I see these good looking women, I click on their ad, then I click on their personal Facebook page to see who they are and where they are from. One of the reasons why these women are attractive, is because they seem to be happy and enjoy what they are doing.
Women like attention and admiration. They also like trying on clothes, modeling clothes, and taking pictures of themselves. So I guess this is why they appear happy and enjoy what they are doing. In North Dakota, women mostly just scowl, glare, leer, and sneer.
Below I have provided links to some nice looking Facebook Marketplace sellers:
In yesterday’s blog post article about Stark County Commissioner Ken Zander being accused by a female county employee of sexual harassment, I asked why can’t we just have something like this http://www.escortofitaly.com/ , then women in Stark County won’t have to be harassed anymore.
If you click on the website link up above, you can look at the Gallery photographs and listings of the escorts that are available in the major cities of Italy. You can read the description of what this escort service is providing.
Why can’t we have this here? I have copied the description of services from the Escort Of Italy website, and edited it, for use in western North Dakota:
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See, why can’t we have this in western North Dakota where there is a shortage of women? In the near future, I will copy to this blog post the email addresses for all of the City Commissioners and County Commissioners in western North Dakota, so that you can send them an email message in support of this type of thing.
When I was growing up, my family had about four Chinese Pug dogs, one English Bulldog, a white German Shepherd, a Terrier Hound, and several Pit Bull dogs.
All of the dogs were allowed in and out of the house as they pleased, the house screen door was always broken and hanging open. I wrote in previous blog post articles that the door hanging open allowed opossums, squirrels, bats, snakes, and mice inside of the house.
The dogs were allowed on the sofa, chairs, benches, in everyone’s bedroom, and on everyone’s bed. My mother was not into cleaning, the house stank, animal hair was everywhere, and it was dirty. The Black maids that my parents hired didn’t work for us very long. Looking back on this, why would anyone not become exasperated trying to clean some place like this?
When I became a teenager, I became sick and tired of how dirty the house was. All on my own, I would sometimes scrub all the filthy stained white baseboards, white window trim, dark red wallpaper, door frames, door trim, door handles, paint the light colored porch railing and pickets, and paint the dark blue porch boards. Everything was so filthy and disgusting, I couldn’t take it anymore. And, it was embarrassing.
I never, ever wanted to live someplace like that again. I hated the urine and shit stench smell from the yard that surrounded the house. I hate it when I go to visit other people at their house, and there is that urine and shit stench smell from a dog in their yard.
I don’t like dogs, I don’t want a dog, so why would I get a dog now?
During the last several months, on again and off again, I have had people complaining about my blog post articles, some of them becoming quite incensed, to where they attempted to publish my name, photograph, and address.
I do not care, and these people do not care if my name, photograph, and address is published, what they actually want is to cause other people to come to my home and try to harm me and my property. They don’t want to do it, they are not going to do it, they want to try to persuade other people to do it for them.
I do have security cameras installed which record my property continuously, and I do have motion detectors on my property which are programmed to zones on an alarm box. But I am not always going to be home.
I am probably going to run a 1/4″ diameter steel cable along the ground from the back of my property to the front of my property to act as a runner for a dog chain. The dog chain I will make about 20′ length, I believe.
For legal liability reasons, I will have to post “No Trespassing” and “Beware Of The Dog” signs at every entry point to my yard. Then I can try to find a large, mean, aggressive dog.
The City Animal Shelter is probably not going to have any mean aggressive dogs available for adoption. I believe and have been told that when they receive a dog like this, they classify them as un-adoptable, and euthanize them almost immediately.
I am not looking for any pure-bred dog necessarily, probably not a Doberman or German Shepherd. Something like a mix-breed Rottweiler or a mix-breed Mastiff.
I can not be friendly with this dog, and I can not allow other people to be friendly with this dog. This dog must distrust people, and respond to people with unwavering aggression.
The type of people that the complainers to my blog post articles hope to incite to do violence or property damage, are feeble-minded idiot criminals who will not even think to read my blog post articles for themselves, but will take someone else’s accusations as fact, and giving them the right somehow in their idiot minds to go commit crimes.
So I have to go acquire some poor dog, who will never receive any love or affection from me or anyone else, who will be chained outside all day, every day when it is -50 degrees outside this winter in North Dakota. It’s not coming inside, I don’t like dogs.
Sure, the naer-do-wells will probably put some broken glass or poison in ground beef and toss it to my guard dog. That will be funny, won’t it? I won’t care, I don’t like dogs, I’ll just go get another dog. And if someone ever gets past my guard dog, the dog’s punishment will be a bullet through the top of its head. The dog had one job to do, that was the only use I had for the dog, if it can’t do its job, it’s done.
See, you fucking scheming women thought that you were going to make me miserable. I am not going to be bothered. But whatever poor dog that gets chained up in my yard from now on is going to have a miserable, painful, short life because of what you have caused.
In these very last days of my life, living in Dickinson, I had become resigned to the fact that I would likely experience nothing but the Jack-O’-Lantern women of North Dakota for the remainder of the time that I have left. Hideous, menacing, monsters.
I am trying to withdraw from, ignore, and pay no attention to the ugliness that actually surrounds me, and create my own imaginary World, probably like people who are incarcerated for life in prison, with no hope of ever getting out. The same as living in Dickinson, North Dakota.
On the internet, sometimes I look at the website Chaturbate.com, which shows hundreds of live nude cam models. I look at the screenshot of what each model is doing, and I pick the one that seems interesting or attractive. Some of the most interesting models, they don’t undress at all, they are entertaining enough to be good company, one of them is named “Nura” a.k.a. 8a8y’s https://chaturbate.com/8a8y/ .
But Nura is not always on, and she never takes all of her clothes off. For me, the model which takes her clothes off, and shows what she looks like all over, without fake acting or being difficult, is JennyCutey https://chaturbate.com/jennycutey/ . JennyCutey never complains or acts difficult, she has a very easy-going pleasant disposition.
But sometimes neither Nura nor JennyCutey is on, so what now? Most of the other Chaturbate models have chosen to put on some kind of act, rather than be themselves, and their poor, unconvincing acting, comes across as phony, fake, and irritating.
Instead, I have started watching Hannah Lee Duggan sewing videos. The reason why, is that Hannah is attractive, she has a likable disposition, she shows intelligence, creativity, and ingenuity, the clothes that she makes turn out well, and she models these clothes:
I enjoy watching Hannah so much, the steps that she takes to make her own clothes, and her clothes turn out so well with her modelling them, that I can easily watch the entire twenty minute sewing video.
The first time that I had watched a Hannah Lee Duggan sewing video, I thought that she was possibly an introverted hillbilly nut-case, with the denim overalls that she was wearing, her large eyeglasses, and the fact that she was making clothes out of curtains that she had bought at a thrift store. I read or saw that she lived in Minnesota, and I thought, that figures.
I would have been much happier if I had continued to believe that she was an introverted, nutty, country mouse, that way in my mind I would have had a chance of tricking her, taking advantage of her, or seducing her, but no such luck.
If you couldn’t tell by that, I’m a bit of a nomad. To get a feel for who I am and how I got here this is a spark-notes, wild ride of a time that has been my life up to now;
When I turned 18 in 2012, I hopped on a cruise ship working as a stewardess, where I got to sail around the New England Islands, the Hudson River, and the Florida Coast. 95 hour work weeks, dead tired all the time, and probably have back aches that will last the rest of my life from this, but met some great people and learned a lot about working hard and still somehow finding the time to enjoy where you are.
I then moved to Oakland, CA (for literally no reason, other than I had a friend that had space for a roommate on the fold out couch.) Worked a bit, played a bit. Made a day trip to Los Angeles and decided to move there after six months of living in Northern California.
Lived in downtown LA (two blocks from Skid Row, (3/10 only recommend if you’re looking for character growth or are as broke as I was) where I picked up modeling jobs and did background acting (catch me in Grey’s Anatomy S12:E4 for about a millisecond). Managed to find the time – and money?? to get to Europe and travel around for a month (but apparently not enough for a diff apartment). Started in Paris, met a friend in a small town 20 miles outside of Rome, hitchhiked with some Canadian guys up through Venice, and got dropped in Zurich – which is increDIBLY expensive by the way – then slept on a friend’s dorm room floor for a week in England before returning to Paris, coming down with a 103F fever, and heading back to LA with $6 in my bank account.
When I could no longer afford LA (who can?) I moved home and enrolled at the University of Minnesota, going in and out every other semester, traveling, working and paying off debts in between classes. Still, to this day my academic advisor doesn’t know what to do with me.
Between semesters (and sometimes mid-semester) I traveled to Hawaii, road tripped from New York to LA, spent two weeks in Costa Rica, danced around Colombia, and last minute tripped to Ireland and London. Most of these trips were spent in hostels/alone/with barely any money.
Summer of 2017 I was sent to Hong Kong on a three month modeling contract. I knew no-one, lived in a flat the size of a bread box, and sweat my butt off in the humidity. The first week I spent alone and miserable, missing home like crazy. By the end of the second week I’d met a million new people, been to clubs until 7am, spent the day on a yacht and found some gorgeous waterfall hikes. By the end of the three months I didn’t want to leave, I’d met so many good friends, and had so many incredible experiences. Hong Kong felt like home.
By January 3rd, 2018 I was on my way back to Hong Kong, this time with my sister in tow. We spent about a week there, getting into all sorts of mischief, before heading to Sri Lanka for a little under a month, and then to Egypt, where we met some really lovely people and went diving in the Red Sea.
Got back from the trip itching to leave again, this time with no ties to Minnesota, where it’s so easy to fall into a comfort zone with family and friends and familiar places.
April 26, 2018, after hours and days scrolling Craigslist, I drove an hour out of the cities, to Litchfield, MN to buy my 2001 Ford Econoline Van. I sold most of my things, and put the rest in storage, meanwhile working and sweating and cursing at this van as I hacked my way through gutting it, insulating it, putting walls up, and trying to figure out how to get electric working.
So here I am now, living in a van, and answering everyone’s questions about where I go to the bathroom or take a shower, you know, the normal questions.”
I am less happy knowing the truth about who she actually is. But I still do not think that I have the complete picture. Because of what I have seen in some of her other YouTube videos that she makes, I am suspicious, there is something else going on that I don’t know. I will try to find out.
Update 12/14/20: A couple of women left comments to this article, “Teresa” and “Emma”, expressing some of the same suspicions that I had, that there was more going on with Hannah than she was letting on.
Myself, I was questioning how Hannah could afford the very upscale loft apartment that she was living in, travel the country in her van, make videos every day of what she was doing, and not have a regular job. I was marveling at her apartment, it had its own private very large 3rd floor outdoor deck overlooking a lake.
Then, when Hannah announced in October/November of 2020 that she had bought a 15 acre property with two houses on it, I couldn’t understand how she was able to do this, for a couple of reasons. One, she doesn’t have a regular job, would a bank really give her a mortgage loan? Two, the two houses on the property were unfinished, they didn’t have an indoor toilet, and they only had wood-stove heating, would a bank give a mortgage loan on this, they always require a home inspection beforehand?
I wanted to learn more about Hannah, what was her background, especially because the two women commentors got me thinking about it. Today, I unfortunately found out.
One thing that I truly hate, is single young women YouTubers making videos about traveling the World, building a home, or buying and fixing up a home, all on their own, with no regular job. This makes all of the viewers who work 40 hours per week or more at a job that is tiring, difficult, dangerous, or unpleasant, feel like they are a failure, because not only do they work all week, they don’t ever get to travel, or buy a home.
Today, I found out that the very upscale loft apartment that Hannah had been living in, it was on the upper floor of a very large, very nice home, owned by her mother and stepfather. I thought that Hannah was struggling and hustling to pay the rent on this loft apartment, but it’s different if your mother and stepfather own the house, and live there. The county property tax records show that her mother and stepfather are the owners.
Also, the first information that I found about Hannah’s 15 acres and two homes, it showed that Hannah’s mother’s name was attached to this property since January of 2019, over 1-1/2 years before Hannah purchased it. The up-to-date property tax records for this county show that Hannah and her mother are currently recorded as co-owners of this property.
WTF, is Hannah trying to make other people feel bad, because they can’t do the things that she does, because they can’t afford to, and can’t understand how she does it? Is one of the reasons why Hannah could afford to go traveling in her van and elsewhere, was because she was living in her mother’s house? Was Hannah able to buy her 15 acre property because her mother already owned it, or became co-owners with Hannah because both their names are listed as owners?
I have been wanting to write this particular blog post article for a long time. Every time I see a woman whose life has been ruined by the man she chose to be with, I wanted to write about this so that other women do not make this same mistake.
I ask myself, how could she have been so fucking stupid, what the hell was she thinking? What it comes down to, is that All women make the same mistake in assessing their boyfriend’s earning potential. They overlook or are oblivious to his largest faults.
As I wrote in my previous blog post article yesterday, young women in high school or just out of high school do not have enough real-world experience to be a good judge of who to have children with. Young women, and even older women, are attracted to young men with a great deal of energy, enthusiasm, and confidence, in spite of the fact that he is an idiot.
I explained yesterday that in the states of UT, ID, MT, ND, SD, and WY energetic, enthusiastic, confident young men can get a job performing farm labor, construction labor, or oil field labor for roughly $15 per hour during the Spring, Summer, and Fall months. With overtime, this $3,000 per month that these young men can earn is enough to pay for an apartment and the bills for a young couple just out of high school.
Young women make the mistake of thinking that it is O.K. to go ahead and get pregnant because they are making enough money to pay all of their bills. These young women do not realize that when the economy begins a downturn, the construction boom is over, or the oil boom is over, these $15 per hour unskilled-labor jobs will be the first to disappear.
These young women are unprepared for this. Not only did they expect their boyfriend to keep his job, they expected him to eventually get a raise, become a foreman, then become a superintendent. In fact, they kind of planned on this, that’s why they went ahead and got pregnant.
The truth is, that even if the the economy had not gone bad, the construction boom had not ended, or the oil boom had not ended, their boyfriend would not have kept his job, been promoted to foreman, or become a superintendent.
Only about 20% of workers will ever become a foreman, that’s 20 out of 100 workers. You take those 20 workers who made it to foreman, and about 5 of those will ever be a superintendent. That means that only 5% of workers will ever become a superintendent.
It should be understood without having to explain it, that only the most intelligent, competent, reliable, and responsible workers will be promoted to foremen. What these young women had failed to consider, the fact that their boyfriend runs around like a hyper-active attention-deficit-disorder hunting dog that has just been let out of its cage, this is not what employers are looking for in a foreman.
This ADHD behavior will actually cause their young boyfriend to top out at $15-$17 per hour within a couple of years, and then it will be all down hill from there, because no one will want him around anymore.
For ease of explanation, I want to elaborate by using a young ADHD idiot named “Tyler”.
Young Tyler, with a great deal of energy, enthusiasm, and confidence, he is good at carrying things in the middle of a construction site where he can’t do much damage. He is good at digging trenches all day. He is good at running a compactor all day. He is good at carrying and placing concrete forms.
As time goes by, Tyler’s employer might give him the chance to load the truck in the morning, hook up the trailer, drive the truck and trailer, to see if Tyler can handle that by himself. Did Tyler load all of the equipment, materials, tools, fuel, and water that they would need that day?
Within six months or a year, Tyler’s employer might see if he can start work in the morning on his own. Did Tyler know what they are supposed to do, can he read the job site plans, can he correctly measure and lay out the work, can he perform the work on his own?
If Tyler, though he is energetic, enthusiastic, and confident, if he arrives at the job site without the equipment, material, tools, fuel, water that he needs, damages the truck or trailer, ruins the work material, builds in the wrong location, can’t get started on his own, the employer makes the decision that all Tyler is good for is labor under direct supervision.
However, once Tyler has been given the chance to do things on his own after working for a year, and has failed, and been kept doing only supervised labor, he is now dissatisfied, resentful, or doesn’t understand, and now he becomes a problem. He sporadically tries to take control of tasks or jobs, and ends up leading others in the wrong direction, making mistakes, and ruining work.
The employer gave Tyler a chance to demonstrate his ability, he damaged equipment, ruined material, couldn’t read the site plans, built in the wrong place, so the employer just wants to use him as supervised labor. Meanwhile, as younger and newer workers are showing their capabilities, Tyler interferes with them in their job, because Tyler does not want these newer workers to surpass him.
At this point, someone like Tyler, who has been a laborer for several years, who has demonstrated that he can’t advance beyond direct supervised labor, because of a lack of intelligence, focus, or being unable to think things through, if he is now discontented being just a laborer, and constantly causes problems, makes mistakes, interferes with other workers, employers do not want someone like this around anymore.
The young high school girl, or even some older woman, thought that they could count on Tyler working in construction or the oil field and making at least $15-$17 per hour. However, once a young man has worked for several years, demonstrated that he can only work as direct supervised labor, and he thinks that he should be in a higher position, employers do not want this kind of person around at all, when they could just hire a younger person with more potential who does what they are told.
One of the biggest mistakes that Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women make in mating, is mating too soon. While still in high school, or just out of high school they begin having children before they know what they are doing.
If these women would wait until they were in their mid-twenties to begin having children, they would be better informed on whether this was the right decision at the moment based on their circumstances, and they would be a much better judge of who should father their children.
Overall, the biggest mistake that Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women make in mating, is selecting the wrong man to have children with. Unfortunately this decision is made with the mind of a high school girl, not an adult woman with experience and knowledge about the World.
One of the reasons why Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women are so susceptible to mating early, is that they usually have no expectation of going to college after high school, and one of the only ways that they can see themselves getting out of their parent’s household after graduation is by hooking up with some guy.
Especially in the mid-western states like Utah, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, and Wyoming where there is not a lot going on, it is an attractive option to young Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women to get out of their parent’s house by shacking up with some guy, and getting pregnant right out of high school.
The reason why this is such a huge mistake, is that young Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women pick idiots to mate with while they are in high school and do not know any better.
In high school, energetic, enthusiastic, entertaining, over-confident boys are attractive to high school girls, even though these boys may be idiots or extremely stupid. At this time, these young men and women are not currently suffering any ill-effects of these young men being stupid, because they are not yet having to earn their own money in order to survive.
It is important to note, that in high school and right out of high school, energetic, enthusiastic, over-confident boys who may be idiots or stupid can currently earn roughly $15 per hour performing farm work, performing construction labor, or performing oil field labor. Their ability to earn $500-$800 per week during the summer months and purchase a nice vehicle while still in high school indicates to high school girls that they are a winner.
These young men in the mid-western states like UT, ID, MT, ND, SD, and WY earning $3,000 per month through the Spring, Summer, and Fall months performing labor, is enough money for a young couple just out of high school to be able to afford a place to rent and pay their bills. This leads young women to mistakenly believe that it is O.K. to begin having children, because they do not know what is going to happen. They have not lived long enough as an adult to know the nature of their mate’s employment.
Young men can earn good money performing construction labor when there is a construction boom, and oil field labor when there is an oil boom, but they are some of the first people to be let go as the boom comes to an end. From what I have seen in my lifetime, both a construction boom, and an oil boom, lasts about seven years.
If a young man is entering his late teen years during the middle of a construction boom or an oil boom, he can make good money performing labor for possibly the next three to four years. This can mean that he is making good money in the summer when he is 17-18 and still in high school, and 19-20 years old when he and his girlfriend are renting an apartment and she becomes pregnant.
But when this young man becomes 21 years old, the construction boom or the oil boom will likely be over, they don’t last forever. 60-80% of the young men performing labor will lose their good employment when the boom is over. Pretty soon it will become apparent that this young man is not going to find any employment that pays $3,000 per month, or any employment at all.
The young 21 year old Lower Class or Lower Middle Class new mother will not be prepared for what has happened. This young couple will no longer be able to pay for their apartment and pay their bills, especially because neither of them saved any money. The angry young mother will likely turn to Social Services who will be more than happy to assist her in legally obtaining an order of child support, as long as the father is not present in the household.
In order to not make this blog post article too long, for now I will skip elaborating on another key problem with young Lower Class and Lower Middle Class women assessing a potential mate. They always make the mistake of assessing their boyfriend’s future earning potential by extrapolating what he is currently making as a construction laborer or oil field laborer, into what he will be making as he advances into higher positions. They are not taking into account that their boyfriend is an idiot or stupid, and not only will he not advance into higher positions, he will not even keep his current level of employment.
More than 9 out of 10 women think that they are smart. About 95% of women think that they are smart. This is one of the reasons why there are so many problems in the World, especially in the United States.
When you have people managing things, deciding things, voting, and raising children, who are stupid, and they don’t know it, this causes all kinds of problems.
Please stop and think about this, have you ever met a woman who didn’t think that she was smart? They all do. Even when they have driven into a utility pole, a ditch, or off the side of a cliff, they think that they are smart. Even when they are on welfare with three kids fathered by three different men who are currently unemployed or in prison, they think that they are smart.
The most brilliant, knowledgeable, and ingenious people on Earth, are young women ages 15-25, because they know absolutely everything already and are smarter than everyone else. It’s no use telling them anything or giving them any instructions, because they aren’t going to listen or pay attention to what you are saying because they know better.
See, women have things figured out from an early age. Their father, or the government, is supposed to pay for them until they are like 18, or 30 years old. Then, if they get married, their husband is supposed to pay for everything, forever, even if they get divorced a few years later, he still has to pay for everything.
Also, women should have the same jobs as men, be able to serve in the military, get paid the same as men, and be able to keep their job while on maternity leave. Except if they are in the military during a conflict, then if they get pregnant they want out of the military.
Women are strong and independent. They don’t want to be sexualized, unless they can get something from being sexualized or gain some advantage from being sexually appealing, such as getting out of trouble, getting a job, working as a model, actress, newscaster, entertainer, stripper, or prostitute. Then, at a later date after having used their sexuality to gain an advantage, they can go back and initiate a lawsuit for being sexually harassed.
Yes, women definitely don’t want to be sexualized. That’s why they get breast implants, wear high heels, wear low-cut blouses revealing their breasts, wear tight-fitting jeans, short cut-off shorts, buy lingerie and Bikinis, model naked in magazines, and enter beauty pageants. No sexualization for them!
Women are so creative and intelligent, they have found a new outlet for their ingenuity, making YouTube videos where they try to get people’s attention by showing off their breasts, asses, up-skirt, and up-shorts. Often times, when they have received thousands of views to their YouTube videos where they have exposed themselves in order to get attention, they complain that men are looking at them, and they are now an innocent victim who was merely minding her own business. Brilliant!
See how smart women are. They get breast implants, wear low-cut breast-revealing tops, short skirts, and high heels, in order to get people, especially men to pay attention to them. Next, they complain that they are victims, men are looking at them, and sexualizing them. Someone please help them! With money, or a vehicle, or both.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog post article that described a bad experience that I had with a local bank in Dickinson, North Dakota. This was the third time that I had had problems with this local bank. This was the third time that I had written a blog post article complaining about this local bank.
When I write blog post articles criticizing things that happen in Dickinson, often times I receive comments from North Dakota readers disputing that anything wrong, unjust, or unfair happened. When I get comments like this, it’s like the same incident happening all over again, because another person can’t see that they are in the wrong, and it also demonstrates even more clearly that North Dakotans do not know U.S. law, or what normal behavior is.
Inevitably, when I explain things that happen in Dickinson, North Dakota that are bad, I get comments from North Dakota readers saying, “Why don’t you just leave?” One answer is, why should I leave, why don’t you North Dakotans start acting right, that would be a better solution for everyone.
I will give two examples of what I mean. I wrote a blog post article about some undercover Police Officers in Dickinson asking to play a game of pool with me at a bar in 2011. Before long, they were asking me again and again where they could buy drugs. I am not, nor have I ever been, a drug user or a drug dealer. I have never been charged with any crime.
There are all kinds of local people in Dickinson who are known, repeat offender drug users and dealers, who get arrested again and again, and are never kept in jail or sent to prison. However, me not being from Dickinson, and having no involvement whatsoever in drug use or drug dealing, the Police were trying to set me up as being a drug dealer.
Prior to me moving to Dickinson, I had received an academic merit scholarship to go to college, I graduated with a degree in engineering , I had worked as an engineer and been successful in other occupations, and I had never been in any trouble. But the Dickinson people wanted to try to ruin my life because they have this perverse hatred for people from somewhere else, especially educated people.
The second example I will give, is about a small young man from Nepal, who came to Dickinson to work his way through college to become an accountant. After working in convenience stores and assisted living facilities while attending Dickinson State University, he graduated with a degree in accounting and he got a good job after graduation.
Once this young man was out of school and had a good job, he was lonely and tried to meet women. There is a great shortage of women in Dickinson for a number of reasons, this is well known. He eventually began searching dating sites and elsewhere on the internet in order to find a woman to date.
The Dickinson Police placed a fake advertisement or fake profile on the internet, posing as a woman who wanted to meet a man. The Nepalese man began communicating with this woman, and out of the blue the Police made up the fact that this fake woman was under 18 years of age. The Nepalese man stated that he would never have a relationship with a woman under 18.
The Police persisted in contacting this man, trying different ploys to get him to meet this supposedly minor fake female. He never did show up to meet this fake female, but the Dickinson Police arrested him anyway, and charged him with Commercial Sex Trafficking of a Minor, which carries a twenty year prison sentence.
Like me, here was this educated professional person, from somewhere else, who had never been in any trouble, and the Dickinson Police were trying to set him up, to completely ruin this man’s life. The local Dickinson people just love this, they hate people who are from someplace else, especially educated people.
These are just two examples. I have written nearly 1,000 blog post articles that are full of bad things happening and being done in Dickinson. So when North Dakotans ask me why don’t I just leave, I feel like a better solution would be for North Dakotans to stop doing wrong.
My friend Steve Isdahl who lives in Squamish British Colombia, he has been hunting Big Game animals such as Moose, Elk, Deer, Big Horn Sheep, and Bear for the past thirty years. In that time, he has accidentally met a Bigfoot several times.
Steve has been a hunting guide for the past 20-25 years, and he began video recording his hunts and hikes more than ten years ago. His YouTube channel “How To Hunt” was originally 100% about hunting, but several years ago Steve began to talk about Bigfoot too because he felt that it was an important subject.
Now, most of the time on the “How To Hunt” YouTube channel, Steve talks about Bigfoot, and he reads Bigfoot stories that have been sent to him by viewers. Here is a pretty good example of Steve’s channel:
Several days ago Steve Isdahl uploaded a YouTube video where he read an email letter from a viewer who showed many indicators of being mentally-ill and delusional. From the very beginning of his email, he stated that there was a history of mental illness in his family, that his older brother was diagnosed with schizophrenia when he was a child, that he was seeing strange things too, so he kept is mouth shut so that he was not diagnosed with schizophrenia like his brother. One of the things that he said at the beginning of this email, was that every day when he was being driven to school, Bigfoot and Dogman would chase after the car that he was riding in. (Yet no adult or anyone else saw these Bigfoot or Dogman chasing the car every day.)
As this email continued, other indicators of mental illness were repeated mentions of having special abilities, being persecuted, seeing only things that he could see, having information that was for him only that could not be shared, having close intimate relationships with Forest Beings for many years, and as proof he submitted eight photographs which showed nothing.
Steve never should have read this email in one of his YouTube videos, and should not have promoted this individual as someone that he wanted to receive and read more stories from. I don’t know why Steve could not discern that this person was making delusional statements and delusional claims, especially since this person claimed that his photographs were evidence of everything that he described, and these photographs showed nothing.
For the past one hundred years there has been a lack of information, a lack of understanding, and misinformation about Bigfoot. Now with much greater worldwide access to individual sighting reports, historical newspaper and journal articles, results from researchers and groups, and credible individuals and groups uploading their findings weekly, there is a much better collection of evidence, proof, facts, and information about Bigfoot behavior.
When someone like Steve Isdahl uploads a YouTube video where he is showcasing a particular individual and their sighting reports, and this individual is coming out and saying that there is a history of mental illness in his family, making statements of believing that he has special abilities and has been persecuted, is making many grandiose claims which are likely delusional, offering his definitive proof in photographs which show nothing, Steve is introducing misinformation into the collection of information that we have.
Approximately one month prior to this, Steve Isdahl read a very long email letter from an individual who acted like they had the whole Bigfoot subject figured out, that Bigfoot were the Nephilim, the fallen angels or the offspring of fallen angels referenced in the Bible. Stating that Bigfoot were demons that should be rebuked in the name of Jesus, that they were evil.
This was another email that Steve should not have read in a YouTube video, as this introduces misinformation into the collection of information that we have. Steve did not make any disclaimer about this email that he was reading stating that Bigfoot were the Nephilim, and about 1,000 comments to this particular video were in supports of this theory.
This was a very harmful and irresponsible thing for Steve Isdahl to do, because allowing people to believe what he read stating that Bigfoot were the fallen angels, evil demons, that should be rebuked in the name of Jesus, a great many people could now seek to harm, attack, hunt, shoot, and kill Bigfoot thinking that they were justified and doing the right thing in the eyes of God.
Steve Isdahl has lost most of his credibility with me. I am getting the impression that this is just a joke, amusement, and something to make money off of for Steve now. Who knows, he might even be deliberately trying to spread misinformation now.
Ten days ago I was watching a YouTube video on the MGTOW channel “Better Bachelor”, where the host was discussing a lawsuit attempting to block the website “Thothub” from unauthorized use of porn models’ videos.
Some woman was a paid nude model on a website like “Only Fans”, and someone had illegally recorded one of her paid sessions, and uploaded this video to the website “Thothub” where people could watch this video for free.
When I tried to find the website “Thothub”, it was gone, the woman’s lawsuit was successful. What did show up in the internet search, was an explanation by “PornDude”, that there were nineteen other websites where you could watch live nude webcam models for free.
I used the link on the “PornDude” website, which took me to the website “Chaturbate”. I was very surprised at the “Chaturbate” website, they had at least 250 live nude chat models to choose from, to watch for free.
You could watch any one of these more than 250 live nude chat models for free, for as long as you wanted.
You could browse the thumbnail photographs of each chat model, which was actually a screen shot of what the model was currently doing. Some of the women were currently fully dressed, some of the women were topless, and some of of the women were completely nude at the moment.
You could browse the screenshot photos, and pick the woman that you wanted or liked. Within about a second of clicking, the video feed of that particular woman would be on your computer screen.
It was confusing to me at first, but within a few hours I got the general idea of what to expect using the Chaturbate website. Each woman got to decide how she wanted to present herself, what she wanted to do, how much money she wanted to make, and what she was willing to do on camera for money.
Some women had decided that they didn’t want to be nude at all, they would just interact with viewers through short text messages. Some of these attractive women who didn’t take any of their clothes off, had as many as several hundred viewers at a time.
Some women who were cold fish, with bad attitudes, who came across as unfriendly, they remained fully clothed, not because they planned to, but because they only had a few viewers at a time, and none of them would pay the model to take her clothes off. This usually just increased the chat model’s anger, and she could go for hours without making any money.
On my first time viewing models on the website Chaturbate, one of the most successful models appeared to have made about $300-$400 in a five hour online session. This model was about 5′-9″, 125 lbs, long dark hair, slender build, 28 years old. You could tell from the sofa that she was sitting on, her blankets, her clothes, and the walls, that she was living in a not very nice apartment.
While she was doing her live webcam session, there was faint dance, club, or ghetto music playing in the background. What was louder than the background music, was this model’s black boyfriend who was talking on the telephone in the background. He was carrying on never-ending phone conversations, and having people stop by the apartment, while his girlfriend was being a live nude cam model in the living room.
This whole scene, was like watching an evening at a black drug dealer’s house, with his crazy, good looking white drug addict girlfriend acting like a nymphomaniac over on the sofa, while he just went about his business and ignored her, because it’s this same old thing with crazy naked white girls every day.
To explain how this particular model was successful, she had posted that her “goal” was 200 tokens. She had an itemized list of how many tokens for each act, it went something like this: take off top (20), take off bottom (40), slap ass (50), show ass (100), show vagina (200). Because of this particular model’s care-free uninhibited attitude, she maintained at least 600 viewers throughout the night, and she reached her 200 token goal every five to ten minutes, over and over again.
I looked up how much these tokens cost. Each token costs the viewer about 10-12 cents to purchase. When the model receives these tokens as tips from her viewers, she can redeem each token for 5 cents.
In terms of money, this particular model was willing to take off her top for $1, take off her bottom for $2, slap her ass for $2.50, show her ass for $5, and show her vagina for $10. This seems like a small amount of money. However, when you add this up, that she was being tipped $10 every five to ten minutes, she was earning more than $60 an hour by just flopping around on the sofa in her own apartment.
When you look at the Chaturbate website, because they have hundreds of live nude cam models, and there are hundreds of other websites like this one, it makes you wonder, “Do all women do this?” I think that they probably do. I think that all women when they go home, that this is what they do.
I think that it should probably be acceptable, if you see a woman in the grocery store that you like, at her work, or on her YouTube channel, that you could ask her what her webcam address is.
I don’t know how long the following link will be good for, because this woman is not online 24 hours per day, but here is a fairly respectable, moderate nude chat model https://chaturbate.com/douxtease/
Here is this chat model’s bio:
“First the mother of Sneaky Bastards
now the Queen of Introverted Perverts.
Non-explicit but not non-nude.
Likes people who rock her boat and then
keep it afloat.
Compulsive buyer of expensive lingerie.
Doesn’t like to be told what to do.
Accepts tokens or Tesla stocks.
Yeehaws make her vein pop.
She daydreams about: running on the beach with her 5 dogs,
driving on the Amalfie coast in an E-type and becoming
Tarantino’s new feet muse.”
Using the above link, if this particular chat model is offline, you can scroll down the screen and click on one of the tabs to see her photograph and bio.
If you feel like you are being mistreated, or have been mistreated in Dickinson, North Dakota, STOP USING LOCAL BUSINESSES.
If you feel like you have been denied good employment, been prevented from advancing, been forced to work under a local Dickinson person with less intelligence, ability, and experience, STOP USING LOCAL BUSINESSES.
If you have gone to a business in Dickinson, such as a bank, restaurant, bar, car dealer, dealership service department, property management company, or any other business, and have been disrespected, given poor service, or not treated fairly, STOP USING LOCAL BUSINESSES.
You may be stuck in the job that you are in for the time being. You may have to continue working under someone who is incompetent a little while longer. You may not be able to get out of Dickinson right now. But you can stop supporting the people who are responsible for you being mistreated, being disrespected, being taken advantage of, treated unfairly, by not supporting these business owners and local families who are responsible for this.
Whether you are from Dickinson or not, there are local business owners and local families that could not care less that you are mistreated, treated unfairly, or taken advantage of. They themselves and their family members are doing fine, they are making money, so they really don’t care.
If people in Dickinson stopped using the local businesses, and didn’t spend any money at the local businesses, this would make things not O.K. for the local business owners and the local families who try to piss on everyone else.
Here is what you can do:
Stop using local banks, so that the greedy unethical North Dakota owners don’t get your money.
Buy whatever you can at Walmart and Menards to prevent the local business owners from getting your money.
Order whatever you can online and have it shipped to you, to prevent local business owners from getting your money.
Drive to Bismarck and do your shopping so that the local business owners in Dickinson do not get your money.
Drive to Bismarck on the weekend and visit the restaurants, stores, and bars in Bismarck instead of spending your money in Dickinson.
The local business owner families in Dickinson, not only do they not care about you, they want to keep you down. They want to make sure that you are charged the maximum amount possible for your housing, your rent, your car repair, the things you buy, so that you can never get ahead, and never get out of debt.
The local business owner families in Dickinson want to make sure that you are paid as little as possible, not promoted, not approved for a loan, so that you and your family can never get ahead, and so that their family members can prosper, not you.
Why would you continue to spend your money in Dickinson to support the people who mistreat you, take advantage of you, and disrespect you?
After my experience yesterday in Dickinson, North Dakota trying to make a bank deposit, I am a changed person. It’s like I have been nearly drowning in a lake, treading water, trying to keep my head above water, and I finally sank and my lungs became completely filled with the filthy, ignorant, inbred, backwards, ugly, hostile water, as I was submerged in Dickinson.
Or, it was like being ass-raped in prison while you were minding your own business and not expecting it, going to the local bank in Dickinson, and once again having your entire day, outlook on life, expectation in people, trust in people, expectation of normal behavior, and trust in institutions ruined. Prison and Dickinson are the same, the same perverse, primitive, ignorant, law-less shit happens.
Let’s just face it, you are never going to be able to have an enjoyable day in Dickinson. You are never going to be able to go to any business in Dickinson and get what you came for. You are never going to meet any nice, enjoyable, interesting people. You are never going to see an attractive woman in Dickinson. You will never be left alone by the Dickinson Police, prison guards.
Every day in Dickinson, from the time that you wake up in the morning to the time that you go to bed at night, there will be fat, ugly, Jack-O-Lantern women standing outside smoking a cigarette, driving by in a Chevy Tahoe smoking a cigarette, working at every store that you go to.
Have you ever read about women who get raped, how they handle getting raped? They say that they try to leave their body, that they are not even in their body, they are not experiencing what is being done to their body, they are not here. That’s how you cope with living in Dickinson.
This is how I have to live in Dickinson. You people here are so fucking stupid, ugly, inbred, ignorant, uneducated, dirty, incompetent, law-less, and backwards, that no one normal in their right mind wants to be here.
It has come to the point, that I don’t even want to name this Bank in Dickinson, North Dakota where I keep having problems. I have already written two previous blog post articles about this Bank.
At first, when I opened an account with this local Bank in Dickinson more than three years ago, I thought that the customer service was going to be superior to the nationwide Bank, Wells Fargo, that I had become frustrated with in Dickinson. I was wrong.
My first blog post article complaining about this local Bank in Dickinson, was that they were treating me like criminal white-trash when I was trying to open an account. They directly said to me, “We have to perform a credit check on you, before we will allow you to open an account at our Bank.” And when I asked if a debit card came with this checking account, they said to me, “If you get denied for your checking account, you won’t get any debit card.”
I didn’t like hearing this kind of talk. At the time, I had accounts at three different Banks. I had never been overdrawn on an account in my life, never missed a credit card payment, never missed a car payment, never missed a rent payment. Why was this person at this Bank treating me like this?
The second blog post article that I wrote complaining about this local Bank, was when this same person at this Bank told me, that their Bank was not liable for forged or stolen checks. I explained to this person that my understanding was that Banks are liable for reimbursing account holders for forged or stolen checks, otherwise, why would anyone keep money in Banks, and that this is what the FDIC insurance on Bank accounts is for.
I had to spend a lot of my own time researching Banking laws, getting down to reading about the Office Of The Comptroller Of The Currency, which regulates Banks. Yes, Banks are legally required to reimburse account holders for “improperly paid” checks, for such things as forged and stolen checks. Why didn’t the person at this local Bank in Dickinson, even know the Banking law? Is this entire Bank, and the Bank owner crooked?
After this, I went and opened an account with the nationwide Bank, US Bank, in Dickinson. I asked the lady that was opening my new account, what was her understanding of the law regarding forged or stolen checks. She replied with almost these exact words:
“At US Bank, if you report to us that there has been a forged or stolen check drawn against your account, we require that you file a Police report immediately about this check fraud and theft. That way, the Police can begin investigating immediately. US Bank will then reimburse you the money that was stolen from your account. US Bank will conduct its own investigation, in addition to the Police investigation. If we determine that there was no involvement or wrong-doing by the account holder in this theft, this matter is closed with the account holder.”
That is exactly what I wanted to hear. The nationwide US Bank was following U.S. Law, whereas the other local Bank in Dickinson was not.
When my father died in April of this year, I was told by the representative of his estate, that I would be getting two large checks, and one smaller check. The first check was to close out his savings account. The second check was to close out his investments. The third check was to close out his checking account, which would be done after all of his final bills had been paid.
I had four different Bank accounts that I could deposit these checks in, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the Bank that said they were not responsible for forged and stolen checks.
When I did receive the first two checks settling the estate of my father, I called ahead to the Bank manager explaining what I had, and that I wanted to come inside the Bank to complete these deposits. I said that I understood that there would be a seven to ten day hold on these checks. I said to the Bank manager that I did not want any Bank teller asking me where I got these checks, what they were for, or treating these checks like they were fake checks, or stolen checks. The Bank manager cut me off, saying, “No, no, no, no one here is going to do that to you.”
Today, I received in the mail unexpectedly, a check that was partially closing out my father’s checking account, as there were probably going to be no more bills. This check was for a little over $10,000. In order to spread the money out amongst my four different Bank accounts, I wanted to deposit this check into the local Bank in Dickinson that I had had bad experiences with. This check wasn’t for that much money, there shouldn’t be any problem just making a deposit.
I had not expected to be making a Bank deposit today, so when I went to this local Dickinson Bank, I had to ask the Bank teller for a blank deposit slip. I went over to a counter space, and completed the deposit slip for just a deposit of this one check, no money back.
I explained to the Bank teller that I had an account at this Bank, I just wanted to deposit this check, and I handed everything to her. I wasn’t expecting any problems.
Within about one or two minutes of handing this deposit slip and check to this Bank teller, she was on the telephone beside her, saying to me, “I have to verify if funds are available.”
This was not good. I am fifty-one years old now, a Bank teller does not need to make a phone call to determine if “funds are available” on a check that is being deposited. I have never had this happen to me before in my life. Either a check will clear the Bank that it is drawn upon within a period of a few days, or it won’t. Her phone call was more to determine if this was a fraudulent, fake, or stolen check.
I was becoming angry, because this check was clearly printed with the full name of my father and “Attorney At Law”, with his address on the east coast, and it was made payable to me his son, with the exact same name and Jr. My Bank account with this local Bank in Dickinson, has my full name, which is the same full name as my father, but I am a Jr.
The young lady Bank teller was on the phone for five minutes, but she received no response. She asked me what this check was, and I said that it was from my father.
What I became concerned about, besides me being angry, was that this Bank teller was not very smart. If I told her that my father had died, in her Sherlock Holmes detective mind, she would say, “Ah ha! How could your father write this check, if he is dead?”
I would then try to explain, that my father didn’t write this check, it was the representative of his estate who wrote this check to me. “Ah ha!” she would say, “You admit that this check has been forged!”
This young Bank teller went walking around the Bank in search of some kind of manager that could approve the deposit of this check. I asked the nearest Bank employee if I could speak to the Bank manager, I was becoming very angry I said.
There was no Bank manager available. The young Bank teller got back on the telephone, and I heard her say something like this check was suspicious, or that I was suspicious. Meanwhile, the Bank lobby cleared of all employees, and I was expecting the Dickinson Police to arrive at any moment.
I looked at my cell phone, in order to retrieve the email that the representative of my father’s estate had sent to myself and my sister explaining the plans for the distribution of the estate, and the checks that he had planned to send out.
Eventually, an assistant manager was located, by the Bank employees who had evacuated the Bank lobby. I walked back to the assistant manager’s office, and I explained to him that this transaction was just for a deposit of a check from my father. I wasn’t trying to get any cash back, I was just making a deposit. Your Bank teller was acting like this was a fake, fraudulent, or stolen check.
I explained that I knew that this check could take seven to ten days to clear. I wasn’t trying to get any cash back, nor was I expecting for this money to be available. Why was your Bank teller trying to call, supposedly to determine if “funds were available”? You were treating this like it was a fake or stolen check, and I am very angry, and insulted.
The assistant bank manager explained that perhaps the Bank teller was trying to find a way to not have a seven to ten day hold on this check, but she should have explained that she was doing this, or explained that there would be a seven to ten day hold.
I said to the assistant Bank manager, that I shouldn’t have to explain to your Bank teller, and all of the other Bank tellers and people in your Bank lobby within in ear-shot, what this check is for, it is none of their business, but you can go ahead and read this explanation here on my phone, and I handed him my phone.
He walked back out to the Bank tellers with me, he told the Bank teller to process this deposit, it was for the estate of my father. The check was deposited, I was handed the receipt, and I left the Bank.
I was angry and insulted, and this Bank deposit took about 20-30 minutes.
You might want to ask me, why didn’t I just explain all of this to the Bank teller in the first place? For one thing, it is none of her business, and none of the business of everyone standing within forty feet of me who can hear. Next, I realized that this young Bank teller was not very smart, if I had told her that my father had died, she would wonder who wrote this check and who signed it?
Then, since this Bank teller was on the path of being a detective, was she going to become a legal expert too and say, “Wait a minute, did this go through probate?”, “Wait a minute, does your father’s representative have legal power of attorney?”, “Wait a minute, did you pay taxes on this?”
The God damn fucking problem of young Bank tellers asking questions, is that they shouldn’t be asking fucking questions!!!! If a check is payable or processable, do it, don’t try to be a fucking detective!
For the past several years, I had no interest whatsoever in Facebook Marketplace. I thought that Facebook Marketplace was pathetic, and for losers. What kind of people would waste their time advertising a pair of cut-off jean shorts for $6?
In the past, I have had problems looking at BisMan online classifieds. I look at vehicle listings, I don’t need any more vehicles, then I drive over to Bismarck with a car trailer and buy another vehicle that I didn’t need, like a hoarder.
I have thought about going to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, not because I am an alcoholic, but because I have an addiction about buying vehicles, I can’t stop. Alcoholics Anonymous isn’t just for people who have an alcohol addiction, it can be for other addictions, like drug addiction, or gambling.
The problem with me going to Alcoholics Anonymous, is that once I talked about my problem, someone in the group would try to sell me a vehicle. And the other problem, is that I would be trying to pick up vulnerable drug-addict girls in the AA group to have sex.
Recently, once I saw that there were low-low vehicle prices on Facebook Marketplace, I began looking at Facebook Marketplace five times each day, and I bought another vehicle that I didn’t need. I keep wanting to buy more vehicles and motorcycles.
On Facebook Marketplace I was having to skip past all the ad listings for Bikinis and cut-off jean shorts for $6, and I was thinking to myself, “What kind of person would wear these extremely short-short cut-offs? And, are they are so desperate for money that they are trying to get $6?” Waaaaaiiiiiit………..
What kind of woman, would wear these short cut-off jean shorts, and be so desperate for money, that she would take the time to list this? How could I be so stupid!!!??? This should have been like a big flashing neon sign for me, “Hot trashy woman, will do anything for money”.
I was thinking, how stupid am I? Backpage online classifieds which used to have listings for escorts, has been shut down for about the past three years. How come I didn’t pick up on this Facebook Marketplace thing of women listing tiny Bikinis and tiny cut-off shorts for $6?
I began looking through Facebook Marketplace for the most raunchy thong Bikinis and jean shorts, that I could find. I was thinking about what I could message them, “You want $6? What would you do for $100? Call me.” Don’t be naive, I know what these women are looking for, they don’t really want to waste their time on $6, they are just trying to lure men in so that they can get $100.
When I began clicking on the Bikini and jean shorts sellers’ Facebook profiles, they were mostly young mothers who had just had their second or third child. Oh, I thought, they figure they won’t be needing these anymore.
It was funny, these women in Dickinson and Bismarck had used these Bikinis and short-shorts to attract a man, get married, entice them into getting them pregnant, and then these women figured, “I won’t be needing these anymore.” Ha, ha. The joke is on those poor married men fuckers who got tricked, now all they have to do is pay for everything, ha, ha.
Still, I don’t think that I am too far wrong about women who are willing to go through the trouble of photographing, listing, talking to, and meeting a buyer somewhere, for $6. No one misses a piece off of a sliced loaf, right?
I would never allow my wife to advertise and sell anything for $6. I think that it gives people the wrong idea. Honey, it’s time to just let this Bikini go, just let it retire, it had a good life, it has been through enough, and seen enough, it doesn’t need to go live with someone else. Give me that! No! You’re not selling this fucking thing on Facebook!
I have been feeling a little depressed for the past couple of weeks, as if there is something missing from my life. It feels like I am missing some drive, motivation, inspiration, or purpose. I was trying to think about what was wrong, and I realized what it was.
There is nothing to do in Dickinson, North Dakota, and I have hours upon hours of nothing to do but think and contemplate. I realized, “Do you know, I haven’t seen an attractive woman for the past eight weeks.”
I thought about it, and thought about it, and tried to remember, the last attractive woman that I saw was eight weeks ago in a store. There was a young lady of about 23 years, she was my height, slender build, long dark hair, and she said in a normal manner, “Can I help you, are you looking for something?” That was the only attractive woman that I could remember seeing, and this was eight weeks ago.
It’s not like I don’t go anywhere. I go to different grocery stores about four times per week, gas stations about four times per week, hardware stores about four times per week, fast-food restaurants twice per week, I pay some bills in-person, and I go to my job four days per week. Yet I don’t ever see attractive women, anywhere.
This is not normal, this is what has been making me feel depressed, and even very angry sometimes. Looking back upon my life, meeting and seeing attractive women has always been an important element of being alive.
When I was in elementary school, middle school, and high school in Florida, there were always at least two to four girls in each of my classes who were attractive and worthy of attention. I would look forward to seeing these girls each day, what they would wear, how their hair would be, how they would act, what they might say and do. It was a challenge and inspiration for me to come up with something to say or do that would get their attention.
When I went to college in Virginia, and later university in Florida, it was probably even more full of very attractive women. Whether it was going to class, going to the gym, going to parties, or going to bars, it was so fun to see, meet, talk to, and try to seduce women.
As a young adult living and working in different cities in Florida, you could not help but see and interact with beautiful women, wherever you went: Walmart, grocery stores, convenience stores, gas stations, bars, restaurants, shopping malls, hardware stores, work, government offices, post office, banks,…absolutely everywhere, every day, all day.
The existence of these beautiful women was an inspiration and motivation to me. I tried to stay in good physical condition, have a clean and professional appearance, wear nice looking well-fitting clothes that were taken to the cleaners and pressed, have a new clean vehicle, and pay attention to all kinds of details about how things looked. I looked forward to going shopping to buy clothes for work and for going out.
In Florida, everyone I knew, almost all people, looked forward to going out on Friday and Saturday night, to restaurants, bars, nightclubs, parties, movies, sporting events, concerts, road trips, and beach towns. Of course, everyone would get dressed for whatever they were doing or wherever they were going. It was fun and exciting to see and meet everyone who was out in the evening.
But let’s get back to Dickinson. Like I have written before, Dickinson is like the movie “Deliverance”, “Planet Of The Apes”, or “The Grapes Of Wrath”. God it makes me so fucking mad thinking about Dickinson, what it is like here. It’s like being in a fucking God damn prison! Ape creatures and land whales.
I thought about each of the places and everywhere that I routinely went in Dickinson, every place that I could think of, and all of the women in Dickinson looked exactly the same. They were overweight, sloppily dressed, not groomed, with big fat misshapen heads, and unattractive faces. They looked like Jack-o’-lanterns is what they looked like.
Jack-o’-lanterns with big fat misshapen heads and hideous faces, everywhere, all day, every day. In Dickinson, I don’t like going to the grocery store, and I especially don’t like going to convenience stores and gas stations. I hate going to Walmart, and I won’t go to bars. There is no place that I like going, and there is almost no possibility or likelihood that I will see or meet any young lady or woman in Dickinson that is enjoyable.
About a year ago, I realized that one of my problems in understanding people in Dickinson, North Dakota, their actions, behavior, beliefs, and habits, is that the people here aren’t even at the Blue-Collar level.
White-Collar people perform work that is clerical, administrative, or managerial. I associate White-Collar people with those that went to college and work at a profession such as teachers, professors, accountants, lawyers, engineers, and doctors. These people are typically in salaried positions.
Blue-Collar people are described as performing manual labor, and are typically paid an hourly wage rate. However, I want to point out that the skilled trades that typically require vocational training or an apprenticeship such as electricians, plumbers, welders, mechanics, and heavy equipment operators are classified as Blue-Collar.
After living in Dickinson for about eight years now, I don’t usually see many White-Collar people in Dickinson. At a store or restaurant in Dickinson, maybe 1 out of 15 people are White-Collar people, that’s about 7% of people.
But I also noticed during the past eight years of living in Dickinson, that when I am out in public, talking to people, meeting people, dealing with people, listening to what people say, watching what they do, only about 30% of the people in Dickinson are at the Blue-Collar level.
So who do I think is at the Blue-Collar level in Dickinson? Mechanics who are able to keep their job at a car dealership service department; Plumbers and Electricians who are able to keep their job doing residential and commercial work; Welders who are able to stay steadily employed doing industrial work; Pumpers who work in the oil field; Tow truck drivers who are steadily employed and treat this as their profession. UPS and FedEx drivers who keep their jobs. Delivery drivers who are steadily employed and treat this as their profession. These types of workers make up about 30% of the people in Dickinson.
But the majority of the people in Dickinson, North Dakota are not like the White-Collar workers and the Blue-Collar workers that I described above. The majority of the people in Dickinson are what I can attempt to describe as: Alcoholics, drug addicts, social security disability recipients, drifters, loiterers, unemployed, incompetent, criminals, low-class, white-trash, hill-billy, inbred, backwards, sleazy, slobs, naer-do-wells, liars, and con-artists. Ask yourself, does this not constitute about 60% of the shoppers at WalMart in Dickinson?
In contrast, if you go to Menards in Dickinson, where people shop for tools, equipment, and building supplies in order to accomplish some useful work, build something, or do home improvement, haven’t you noticed that these people aren’t anywhere near as sleazy, low-class, and trashy as the people at WalMart in Dickinson? These much less sleazy people are the 7% White-Collar and the 30% Blue-Collar people that are in Dickinson.
So what, am I just picking on people in Dickinson again? No, I am trying to explain that you can’t understand the behavior and actions of people in Dickinson, until you realize that about 60% of the people in Dickinson are not even at the Blue-Collar level of people.
An important result of this, is how the Police in Dickinson handle crime. When I was living in downtown Dickinson for the past three years, I experienced a great deal of theft, and attempted theft. So did my neighbors. When the Police finally did catch the person who stole my truck, to my surprise, they didn’t even charge him with the theft of my truck. And, despite this thief being on parole and caught in the possession of other stolen property and drugs, he was not sent back to prison, and he only spent a couple of months in jail.
See, the Police in Dickinson can’t try to catch, jail, or imprison the people in Dickinson who steal, vandalize, use illegal drugs, or sell illegal drugs, because they would be catching, jailing, and imprisoning about half of the population of Dickinson.
Another consequence of 60% of the people in Dickinson not even being at the Blue-Collar level of people, is that if you go to a restaurant, fast-food restaurant, bar, convenience store, gas station, store, or other type of business in Dickinson, you will likely be dealing with someone who is low-class, white-trash, inbred, hill-billy, sleazy, naer-do-well, drug-addict, criminal, con-artist.
Why is Dickinson like this? It’s a combination of several things. The bright, talented, ambitious people who were born and grew up in Dickinson, most of them leave Dickinson after high school. The dullard, untalented, unmotivated, drug addicts stayed in Dickinson after high school.
Then, because of the oil boom, Dickinson business people and the news media gave a Worldwide shout-out to all the unemployed and low-income people of the World to come to Dickinson, North Dakota, and they did come. And they stayed.