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The History You Know Is Probably Wrong

December 9, 2018Uncategorizedhistory in North Dakota, history of North Dakota, learning history in North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, World history in North Dakotaname withheld

For about four years I have tried to explain on this blog website, what Dickinson, North Dakota is actually like. This has been very hard to do, because there is so much disinformation, misinformation, lies, people willing to believe whatever they hear or are told, people parroting back what sounds good, and the deliberate manipulation of people.

In the approximately six years that I have lived in Dickinson, I have only ever personally met three or four people who ever made over $100,000 per year working in the oil field, yet television news, radio, newspaper, trade journals, and magazines claimed for years that everyone was making $100,000 per year working in the oil field in North Dakota.

Local people, business people, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government representatives commonly made the statement, “This Oil Boom is going to last for the next twenty years.” Yet this Oil Boom lasted for only seven years, from 2007 to 2014. The North Dakota Oil Boom in the late 1970s lasted about seven years, and the North Dakota Oil Boom in the 1950s lasted about seven years.

As frustrating as it has been to even get the truth out about what is actually happening in Dickinson, North Dakota right now, in the present, I am reluctant to share anything as difficult to understand as the World history that everyone knows is probably incorrect. I am not just talking about the fact that Christopher Columbus did not discover America in 1492, and that there is evidence that there were other Europeans and Middle Easterners here much earlier.

As an introduction, there probably have been enough bits and pieces of information presented in magazines like National Geographic, or on television networks like the History channel or the Discovery channel, to make people living today suspicious about the history that we do not know. For instance, the stone blocks used to construct the Egyptian pyramids and the South American pyramids are sometimes cut more precisely, placed more precisely, and are larger than what we can transport with modern technology.

Another area of history that is suspicious, is that all throughout North America, from the period of the European colonists arriving in the 1500s until the present day, there is documentation of giant human skeletons, correspondingly large tools and other objects being unearthed. Ten foot tall human skeletons with 30 lb axes, being uncovered from Maine all the way to Texas.

Recently, throughout the World, there have been researchers who began to speculate and believe, that there is evidence that the recent World history from the past two hundred years is a lie. I will briefly explain a few reasons why they believe this, that have to do with World maps, hundreds of thousands of orphans World-wide in the late 1800s, and the existence of World-wide architecture that does not fit local history.

Some researchers have examined maps of the World from the 1500s and 1600s. These maps sometimes showed many towns and even large cities existing in Mexico, the Southern U.S., Northern U.S., and Western U.S. prior to what we “know” to be the colonization and settling of the United States by Europeans in the 1500s and 1600s.

Throughout Europe and North America in the late 1800s, there were hundreds of thousands of orphans and historical accounts of the placement of these orphans, who were sometimes called “foundlings”. Entire train loads of orphans. Where did all of these orphans come from?

On every continent of the World, there are large classical Roman Architecture stone buildings. Researchers have begun to wonder, how could these massive and ornate grand buildings have been constructed in countries, where neither the native people or the European settlers had the skill, equipment, or means to build them at the time they were said to have been constructed, or even now at the present time?

In summary, with the existence of large cities in North America and other continents before the European settlers arrived, with the existence of large ornate stone buildings before the European settlers arrived, and the mystery of hundreds of thousands of orphans being relocated in the late 1800s World-wide, researchers speculate that many of the great cities of the World were not created when, how, or by who history tells us, they might have been already existing and new-arrivals merely moved in.

There is also speculation, that previously existing World-wide technology has been lost, suppressed, or hidden. Technology that once provided free energy, and would have allowed for and explain the large stone structures that exist, that we can not duplicate in modern times.

Here is a video from an Australian named Max Igan. I don’t believe everything that he proposes, but considering what he says makes you realize that the history we have been taught may not be correct:

Columnist Rob Port, And A 12 Year Old Shooting A Wildebeest

December 1, 2018Uncategorizedaliens hunting humans, columnist Rob Port, extraterrestrials eating humans, extraterrestrials hunting humans, hunting for sport, hunting in Africa, hunting on game preserves in Africa, is hunting perverted, is hunting sick, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, Rob Port being hunted by aliens, Sylvia Peach Leiviskaname withheld

Every day I try to read the Dickinson Press newspaper stories on the internet. Just now, I read a short article by columnist Rob Port titled “It’s Just An Animal”.

I was shocked at the title of this article, what Rob Port had to say, and what this article was about. Apparently, a 12 year old girl from Fargo named Sylvia Peach Leiviska, shot and killed a 600 lb wildebeest on a game preserve in South Africa.

Everything about this sickens and astonishes me. I can not understand, that people believe that because we have higher intelligence than other animals, that we have the right to kill them. If this kind of thinking is O.K., sound, and logical, it should be acceptable to kill stupid people, developmentally disabled people, mentally disabled people, mentally ill people, drug addicted people, and unproductive people.

Do people even realize, that there is a whole spectrum of intelligence among people, and if it ever came to it being acceptable for intelligent people to kill less intelligent people, many of you, many of us, would find out that we were deemed killable?

Or, do people even realize, that there are more advanced, more intelligent beings in the Universe, and if it is O.K. for more intelligent beings to kill and harvest the less intelligent beings, that this means us?

Yes, I understand that if I eat animal meat, that an animal was killed for it. I wish that I never would have started out in life eating animal meat, and that there was an equal or better substitute for the food value of animal meat.

If I had to personally shoot and butcher cows and pigs in order to get meat, I would eat a lot less meat, maybe none at all. I don’t even like to fish very much anymore, and when I do, I release the fish right away.

Even when I was a kid, but especially as I grew older, I could see that all animals, including us humans, have a similar life. We start out as fumbling infants, and spend our entire lives trying to get food, water, make a shelter, stay warm and dry, obtain resources that we need, and keep ourselves and our family safe.

Us humans, with our language, writing, science, technology, and manufacturing, can produce water resistant clothing, very insulated clothing, high magnification spotting scopes, long range accurate rifles with high magnification scopes, off-road hunting buggies and four-wheelers, large four-door four-wheel-drive 500 horsepower off-road trucks, and we use all of this to shoot an animal, that doesn’t have anything, and then celebrate this like it was a personal victory?

The domestic cattle that we raise for food, if I had to do it, or for whoever has to do it, I would walk right up to it and shoot it in the head as quickly as possible, so that the animal would not experience being terrorized, it would just be dead. And I sure as hell would not be proud of it, and wanting to have my picture taken.

No animal, not even Rob Port, would like being in an enclosed game preserve, having lived through the experience before of tourists coming to try to hunt and shoot them, knowing that they are captive and that it is only a matter of time before they are killed.

Maybe one night, on a desolate stretch of highway, some aliens will stop Rob Port’s car, chase him around through the woods, taser him, have their young take a photograph beside his immobilized body, and then roast him on a spit alive, because that’s the most tasty way to do it. It would be all in fun and sport for the aliens, but not for Rob, but he doesn’t really feel anything, because he’s not as evolved as the aliens, as they are accustomed to saying.

Ape Creatures And Prime Rib At The Paragon In Dickinson, North Dakota

December 1, 2018UncategorizedApe Creatures in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, John Mueller Dickinson North Dakota, John Mueller manager of the Paragon in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Paragon Bowling Alley Dickinson North Dakota, Paragon Diner Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, who manages the Paragon in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have gotten into or nearly gotten into more trouble at the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner in Dickinson, North Dakota than the sum total of everywhere else I have ever been in my entire life.

There are only two reasons now why I ever go to the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner: if one of my friends is there, or if it is Prime Rib night on Saturday.

This Saturday I spent working on one of my vehicles at my friend’s house, and going to Mac’s Tool, Tractor Supply, and Menards to get parts. Once it got dark at about 5:30 p.m., I couldn’t see what I was doing anymore, so I called it quits for the day. I was hungry, and I was planning on going to the drive-thru of a fast food restaurant on the way home, when I realized that it was Saturday, and it was Prime Rib night at the Paragon.

I decided that I would drive by the Paragon, and if one of my friends was there, I would eat there. I didn’t see any of my friends’ vehicles in the parking lot, but I parked my vehicle, and I went inside to see who was in the diner. There were not very many people eating in the diner, it was not crowded, maybe a total of ten people at three different tables, so I thought that I would eat here.

I sat at the counter in order to not take up a table in case other groups of people came to eat. The Prime Rib dinner at the Paragon on Saturday night is $16.95, and it comes with a baked potato, and your choice of soup, or a bowl of lettuce.

John Mueller who is in his late fifties, is the manager of the Paragon Bowling Alley & Diner, which was established by his father, Dick Mueller, in the 1960s or 1970s. John’s mother Bernice, who is in her eighties, still works in the diner sometimes.

If you ever watched the television show “Fantasy Island” in the 1970s, where all of the guests were greeted by the character “Mr. Roarke”, who always wore a white three-piece suit, John Mueller is kind of like Mr. Roarke, in a way. You see, just as Mr. Roarke planned out an elaborate fantasy for each one of his guests, John Mueller hires your fantasy waitresses, if your fantasy happens to be being waited on by drug addict women from Couer D’Alene, Seattle, or Spokane, or women from the county jail, or women from prison, or the latest fantasy, female Ape Creatures.

When I went to the Paragon on Thursday morning this week to see a friend of mine, and when I went to the Paragon this Saturday night, I saw that John Mueller has hired a whole entire clan of Ape Creatures. On Thursday morning, one of the big female Ape Creatures who weighed about 300 lbs, she had orange hair, and she was fairly well trained, as she could do most things, but in a blunt kind of way.

On this Saturday night, there was a different 300 lb female Ape Creature with very short light colored hair waitressing, along with a smaller female Ape Creature weighing about 225 lb, with dark hair. Both of these creatures were going through the motions of waitressing, though they appeared to be a little confused.

I watched these two Ape Creatures for about five minutes. It was taking all of their effort and concentration to bring things to the three tables of customers who had already been seated. What appeared to be causing some confusion, and posed a dilemma for them, was that they didn’t grasp the concept that they didn’t have to stand in front of the cook’s window waiting for food to be put out, that they could go and do other things.

Partly because of their fascination with the cook’s food window where they remained standing and staring, or perhaps because I reminded them of someone who had once shot and killed one of their family members, neither of the two Ape Creatures came over to take my order.

I went looking for John Mueller who I had seen when I arrived, to tell him that his Ape Creatures were not taking my order, but apparently John had gone to the other side of the island, as he was no where to be found.

If you know anything about me, you might think that getting to see Ape Creatures up close and eating Prime Rib would be an enjoyable night for me. It turns out that I only want to see Ape Creatures in the wild, and that they do not make very good waitresses. I never did get any Prime Rib to eat.

Watch Rachel Cook, It’s Just As Good As A Bigfoot Video

November 23, 2018UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Rachel Cook video, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I live in Dickinson, North Dakota, where there is a shortage of women. Most women, try to run away from Dickinson, because there is nothing to do, no where to go, and it is very cold and grey.

I have very little to do. I watch YouTube videos of some women, and videos about Bigfoot. I like videos about Bigfoot, but this video of Rachel Cook is just as good:

I Wish That I Could Force You To Understand Dickinson, North Dakota

November 23, 2018Uncategorizedeconomic outlook for Dickinson North Dakota, economy in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, truth about Dickinson North Dakota, understanding Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have been writing about Dickinson, North Dakota on this blog website for a little over four years now. For those of you who don’t know why I started writing about Dickinson, it was because Dickinson, Williston, and Minot, North Dakota were the towns in the middle of the Oil Boom in North Dakota that occurred from 2007 through 2014, and I was living in Dickinson.

During the Oil Boom years, there was a great amount of chaos, confusion, development, excitement, optimism, hype, misinformation, and people being taken advantage of. For those of you who don’t remember, have forgotten, or never knew what happened from 2007 through 2014 in Dickinson, here is a short synopsis:

Most people did not know that 2007 through 2014 was North Dakota’s third Oil Boom. There was an oil discovery boom in the 1950s, and there was an oil market shortage boom in the late 1970s. Dickinson had experienced an influx of oil field workers and oil companies before, in the 1950s, and the 1970s. Well-informed people, well-educated people, and intelligent business people in Dickinson knew from past experience that these Oil Booms last about seven years, that’s why they are called a “Boom” in the first place.

However, even though there were very wealthy people, moderately wealthy people, influential people, politicians, elected representatives, large land owners, and community leaders in Dickinson who all knew from the previous two Oil Booms in North Dakota, that these Oil Booms last for about seven years, rather than trying to manage this Oil Boom in the most effective way for everyone, they either tried to benefit personally at the expense and suffering of others, or they did nothing to stop the taking advantage and suffering of others.

For those of you who were not here, or do not know what I am talking about when I write about the taking advantage of others and the suffering of others, I will explain:

All over the United States, television, radio, newspaper, and magazine media frequently announced that everyone working in North Dakota was making over $100,000 per year due to the Oil Boom. This was not true at all, the average wage rate in western North Dakota was about $15 per hour at the time.

Believing that they were going to make $100,000 per year in North Dakota like they heard about, people who were struggling financially, or who were broke, used the very last money that they had to travel to Dickinson or Williston. When they got here, one-bedroom apartments that had once rented for $300 per month, were now $1,500 per month. With $3,000 due at lease signing for first month’s rent and security deposit, for the cheapest apartments available, most people could not afford a place to live.

Though business was booming in Dickinson, and many wealthy people were becoming even wealthier, there was deliberately and intentionally no homeless shelter in Dickinson. The people who had been lured to North Dakota by the announcements that everyone was making $100,000 per year, ended up sleeping in their cars in the parking lot of WalMart or the Tiger Truck Stop. Or, if they arrived in Dickinson by bus or by hitch hiking, they slept under bridges, in the bushes at Patterson Lake, or in the bushes behind businesses. In the winter, it gets down to -30 degrees Fahrenheit in Dickinson.

When quick, short-term housing solutions, such as the permitting of temporary housing called “man-camps” were proposed, the building permits were denied, due to citizens of Dickinson supposedly fearing “rape” from all the men. However, the permits for many, many large apartment complexes were approved, even though the occupants would be the same men who would have lived in the man-camps, who were feared for “rape”, but apparently not if they paid $2,000 per month rent for a new apartment.

During the Oil Boom of 2007 through 2014, I witnessed many, many people arriving in Dickinson who were financially broke, who had been lured here by television, radio, newspaper, and magazine announcements about everyone making $100,000 per year in North Dakota. This was not true, even after living in Dickinson for six years, I have only ever personally met about three or four people who made $100,000 for even one year, working in the oil field.

One of the very first things that I tried to do when I started this blog website four years ago, was to try to get the information out there, that most people were not making $100,000 per year in North Dakota or the oil field, that this was a lie. I tried to explain what the employment situation was really like. I tried to explain that only young men between the ages of 18 to 30 years old, who were able-bodied, in good physical condition, with no physical defect, would even be considered to start out working on an oil drill rig, where they would work 12 hours per day, for fourteen days in a row, at about $23 per hour, and make nearly $100,000 per year.

I tried to explain in my blog posts that the vast majority of the job openings in North Dakota were not on an oil drill rig, some were in the oil field, what these other oil field jobs were, what skills and abilities these other oil field jobs required, what it would be like working in the oil field, and what other jobs there were in Dickinson.

I also wrote blog posts explaining that there was a shortage of housing in Dickinson, and that housing was very expensive. I tried to counter what the television, radio, newspapers, magazines, Chamber of Commerce, North Dakota Job Services, business owners, and politicians were saying in order to try to get people from all over the United States to move to Dickinson or Williston, not knowing what they would be getting into.

During the Oil Boom, I had jobs where I was paid $12 per hour, $15 per hour, $16 per hour, $17, $18, $19, and $20 per hour. But I had a college degree in engineering, management experience, experience operating heavy equipment, experience in construction, experience in heavy mechanical equipment assembly, and I was able-bodied. From what I saw, from the people that I worked with, and my experience living in Dickinson, the average hourly wage was about $15 during the Oil Boom.

There were times when the local WalMart paid $15 per hour. But many businesses paid less than $15 per hour for store clerks, front desk people, customer service people, retail workers, fast food workers, restaurant workers, drivers, general laborers, caregivers, and many other jobs. For instance, the TSA at the Dickinson airport paid officers $14 per hour.

At the same time that the average hourly wage in Dickinson was about $15 per hour, some of the cheapest old one-bedroom apartments rented for $1,500 per month. If a person worked for 50 hours each week at $15 per hour, with overtime pay that comes out to about $820 per week before taxes, about $700 per week after taxes, and a take home pay of about $2,800 per month.

Starting out with a take home pay of $2,800 per month, and subtracting rent $1,500; utilities $150; cell phone $50; car insurance $100; car payment $200; fuel $150; leaves $650 left over for the entire month for food, clothing, and everything else. That’s less than $20 per day that you could spend on food. What if you had a child, a medical emergency, or a major car repair?

I wondered, and I wrote about, what kind of people would double, triple, and quadruple the rent and housing prices in order to gouge and take advantage of the out-of-state workers who came to Dickinson, many of whom were struggling financially to begin with or were completely broke?

You need to know and keep in mind, that outside of Dickinson there is more vacant, barren, flat, undeveloped land than almost anywhere else in the United States. There is no scarcity of land to build on. The land outside of Dickinson is almost as vacant as the deserts of Arizona, Nevada, or Utah. Though the land outside of Dickinson is not as dry as the desert, it is very, very cold in North Dakota from October through April, that’s seven months out of the year, and this is one of the reasons why there are less than one million people living in the entire state of North Dakota.

With such an abundance of vacant, barren, undeveloped land, why were the rent prices in Dickinson and Williston higher than any place else in the United States, higher than even New York City and San Francisco? The local people liked to say that it was a matter of supply and demand, low supply of housing, and a high demand for housing. But like I just got done explaining, there is more vacant, barren, undeveloped land outside of Dickinson, than almost any place else in the United States.

Keep in mind, that the well-informed people, well-educated people, the intelligent business people, the wealthy people, and the large land owners in Dickinson knew about the oil discovery boom in the 1950s, and the oil market shortage boom in the 1970s that occurred in North Dakota. They knew from these previous two Oil Booms, about all the workers and oil companies that come to North Dakota during the Oil Booms.

The doubling, tripling, and quadrupling of the rent and housing prices that occurred in Dickinson, was not merely a matter of supply and demand. There was more to it than that. If you have foreknowledge that something is going to occur, where people will experience a scarcity or lack of some necessity, and you seek to take advantage of this scarcity, and even take steps to keep this scarcity from being alleviated so that you can personally benefit financially, you are unethically taking advantage and gouging other people. I will give a couple of examples for you to think about:

When a hurricane was approaching the east coast of the United States, and everyone needed to prepare for an emergency, some businesses used to sharply increase the price of fuel, drinking water, plywood, generators, and other emergency supplies. Do you know that this practice is now illegal, and that business owners are now criminally prosecuted for this?

What if you and your business associates created or helped form a retirement community in Nevada, an isolated community consisting of modest, inexpensive, single-wide manufactured homes on 50 ft. x 100 ft. lots, for sale for about $50,000. Once each of these modest manufactured homes had been sold, what if you doubled, tripled, and quadrupled the price that you charged for water, knowing that there was no other water service available, and that the cost to drill a well would be about $20,000, which these low-income residents would be unable to afford?

Just because someone can see a way to take advantage of and gouge other people on the price of a necessity that they will need, this in no way means that this is ethical, moral, or even legal.

What was actually going on in Dickinson and Williston, was that the wealthy people, the business owners, the property owners, elected representatives, politicians, community leaders, spokespeople for the oil industry, and spokespeople for the North Dakota Job Services continued to perpetuate the lie that everyone who moved to North Dakota for work was making $100,000 per year, even though they knew that this was not true, that they would make much less money than this, and that more than half of their pay would be spent on housing because they had quadrupled the price of housing in North Dakota.

The reasons for spreading this lie all over the United States and luring people to North Dakota were:

To bring as many people as possible to the state to be able to rent, lease, and sell all property available.
To bring as many people as possible to the state to occupy or buy all property available, to cause a shortage, and be able to greatly increase rents, leases, and property prices.
To cause the need, the requirement, or the perception, that there needed to be new apartments constructed, new housing constructed, new retail stores constructed, new grocery stores, new schools, new hospitals, and new infrastructure like water towers and roads.
To lure property developers and business entrepreneurs to the state build developments and start new businesses.
To bring customers to the state to increase business and sales.
To greatly increase tax revenue to the state in sales tax, personal income tax, and property tax revenue.
To bring a surplus of workers to the state to try to keep wages low.

After writing about all of this for four years, I realized or discovered several surprising, sinister schemes. What is even more surprising, and kind of funny, is that most of the people who sought to take advantage of others and be predatory, have been set up for financial ruin, and they don’t even know it yet. I will explain.

The ordinary people in Dickinson, whether local people or from out-of-state, each of them are aware of only a fraction of what is going on. They are often very susceptible to lies and misinformation, their circumstances in life change greatly when their rent is increased, their hourly wage rate is increased, or they lose their job. They are practically slaves or livestock, and they don’t even know it. They were likely to parrot the phrases that they were taught, such as “This Oil Boom is going to last for the next 20 years”, and then later “The Oil Boom is coming back” or the ever perpetual phrase “Things are starting to pick up again.”

The business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, elected representatives, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government agency spokespeople, were or are, kind of like the herders, shepherds, shearers, fleecers, milkers, and egg gatherers of the ordinary people, who are like slaves or livestock.

The business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, elected representatives, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government agency spokespeople thought that they were all in agreement, all with the same program, of continuing to encourage people to move to North Dakota because it accomplishes their goals of having customers, making sales, having properties rented or leased, having properties sell, keeping property values high, and keeping tax revenue coming in. So they all keep making announcements that there are thousands of high paying job vacancies in the oil field of North Dakota, even though there aren’t.

But when I, and several of my friends were unable to get home loans from banks in Dickinson recently, I discovered something odd. Eventually I realized that there is an entirely different plan in place, that is unknown to 99.95% of the people in Dickinson. The wealthiest 0.05% of the people in Dickinson, which includes the local Bank owners, have a completely different plan.

Despite what the business owners, property owners, property developers, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government spokespeople are saying about the thousands of high paying job vacancies in the oil field in North Dakota currently, in order to try to keep the economy going, the Bank owners and the wealthiest 0.05% are preparing for an economic collapse.

When I and several of my friends were denied home loans recently by Banks, even though our income was sufficient to make the mortgage payments, and we had each been at our present jobs for more than four years, it was like the Banks were saying, “Even though you currently earn enough money to make the mortgage payments, and you have been at your present job for more than four years, we don’t believe that you will keep your job, or be able to get another job in Dickinson, and we don’t want to foreclose on a property that will be worth much, much less than your mortgage with the bank.” In other words, the Banks are preparing for an economic collapse in Dickinson, where many people will lose their job, be unable to get another job, and property values will fall.

I began to realize that what the Bank owners know, what the wealthiest 0.05% of North Dakotans knew all along, was that these Oil Booms in North Dakota last about seven years. You can make money on the way up, you can rent properties, lease properties, sell properties, build some properties and sell them, but you need to sell or hold during the way up, don’t buy anything, unless it is very early on. The real money to be made, is when the economic collapse comes, then you can buy businesses, equipment, buildings, houses, and properties for 10% of what they cost.

The funny thing is, that the business people, business owners, property owners, property developers, Chambers of Commerce, oil industry spokespeople, and North Dakota government spokespeople, all believed that they had the same goal, were on the same page about growth, and keeping the economy going, when all along the wealthiest 0.05% of North Dakotans were just eagerly awaiting the economic collapse that was inevitable.

The business people, business owners, property owners, and property developers that were kind of the herders, shearers, fleecers, milkers, and egg gatherers of the ordinary working people, taking advantage of them and gouging them on rent, leases, and real estate, once the economy in Dickinson collapses, they will be broke or in a very bad financial position. The wealthiest 0.05%, who knew this was coming years ago, have been waiting for this.

Business people, business owners, property owners, and property developers that once took advantage of other people, will then be taken advantage of. Whatever they built, created, bought, or owned, they will end up losing it, and perhaps be paid 10% of what it cost them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But wait, here’s the latest video:

My Black Babysitter And The Red Eyed Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dogman is something entirely different:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Optional Services

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

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

Dixie Cryptid YouTube Channel

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

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

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

Truth About The Work Situation In Dickinson, North Dakota

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 10, 2018Uncategorizedeconomy in Dickinson North Dakota, guide to Dickinson North Dakota, Information on Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, what are people like in Dickinson North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, working in Dickinson North Dakota, would you move to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jealousy Of Piper Blush Over Vancouver, British Columbia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1978 Jaguar XJ 5.3 C V12

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

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

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

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

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

I Wanted To Name My Cat After Dan Porter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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