In my previous two blog post articles I wrote about my frightening experience in Mott, North Dakota at the crossroads of Highway 8 and Highway 21 at 12:10 a.m. Sunday, July 11. In the two instances where people emerged from the vacant dark streets to approach my vehicle, I didn’t know what their intentions were. Was it to car-jack me, rob me, sell me drugs?
On the following Monday morning July 12, I saw a news article where the Stark County Sheriff Department had found an Oregon woman’s vehicle outside of Lefor, the woman was missing, and the Sheriff Department was seeking information. The population of Lefor is only 80 people, but it is one of the next nearest towns to Mott, 32 miles away.
After reading this news article, I was very concerned about this woman having been car-jacked, kidnapped, raped, and murdered by the people lurking in the dark at the crossroads in Mott, North Dakota. I pictured some North Dakota DOT guy and his cousin, out on a farm with a bunch of missing women buried in graves, and a stack of Highway 21 West routing signs laying on the ground covered over by weeds and vines.
I was scared to call the Stark County Sheriff Department to give them information, because I didn’t want to end up like that Trinity High School Principle that the Police tortured until he confessed to setting the Trinity High School on fire, even though he didn’t do it. What do you think that they would do to me?
On Thursday afternoon I called the Stark County Sheriff Department to ask if the missing woman from Oregon had been found, knowing that they were probably going to try to blame me for it. After being put on hold for a few minutes, a Sheriff Officer got on the phone and said that the Oregon women had been found, her vehicle had run out of gas, she walking away looking for gas and got lost.
One of the reasons why I continued writing about what happened to me, and this new story about the missing woman from Oregon, is to draw attention to the fact that unmarked streets, highways, and highway routing in rural areas of North Dakota is dangerous for motorists. The stopped motorists from out of town are targets for victimization, especially at night.
In yesterday’s blog post article I wrote about stopping to read a road map at 12:10 a.m. in the small town of Mott, North Dakota, and a derelict person coming up to my vehicle. Mott, population 800, is in the middle of nowhere, with no businesses open past 10:00 p.m., and no one driving around or out on the street at midnight.
Earlier in the day I had taken my .32 caliber Beretta pistol out of my pants pocket and placed it inside the center console of my truck. When I stopped in Mott at 12:10 a.m. to do a Google search on my phone for a street map that showed how to keep driving west on Highway 21, I planned on getting out of my truck to urinate before I continued driving.
I had not seen any vehicles or people for the past 30 minutes while driving, or anyone when I stopped at the crossroads of Highway 8 and Highway 21 in Mott. I didn’t think that there was anyone around, because I didn’t see anyone. As I was looking down at my phone screen and typing, I glanced up briefly and saw a strangely behaving person about 75 feet away walking towards my vehicle. I was startled, and I immediately took my truck out of park, and drove away, even though I didn’t know where I was going.
Like I wrote in my previous blog post article, I was unnerved. I watched this person in my truck side mirror while I was driving away, and they were stumbling around like they were drunk, high on drugs, or had something mentally or physically wrong with them, or a combination of these things.
It’s possible that this person was just drunk and walking home from a bar that had closed. I don’t know. Some people reading this, not having been there, might want to tell me that maybe this person’s car broke down, maybe they needed help, did I ever stop to think about that? Yes, I thought about all kinds of possibilities about what this person could have been doing. There was nothing good about this situation.
For more than the past several years, I have been reminding myself to not stop for hitchhikers, to be more careful about stopping to help people, and to pay more attention when I get out of my vehicle when I am far away from home.
Many times while driving on an interstate highway in very rural North Dakota, Montana, Idaho, or Arizona, I will see someone walking on the side of the highway out in the middle of nowhere and I consider stopping to give them a ride. As I slow down and pass them, most of the time when I look at these people closely they are walking with an abnormal gait and they are very disheveled, like they are a mentally-ill homeless person, which they probably are.
In the past I had worked for a couple of years with developmentally disabled, brain injured, and mentally-ill adults. I have been attacked, and my co-workers have been attacked by some of these people, and had to deal with these people when they are in crisis. It can be very dangerous and trying dealing with developmentally disabled and mentally-ill adults. I have to think and remind myself, do I want to stop and get into an altercation with someone on the side of the road that I can already see is showing signs that there is something wrong with them?
Most of the time, if I see a person walking on the side of an interstate out in the middle of nowhere, I call 911 to report that there is a person walking at this mile marker on this interstate that appears to need help, because they are many miles from anywhere. I don’t want anyone to die from dehydration or hypothermia, but I don’t want to stop and get into an altercation with someone because I am not able to help them or do what they want, such as give them money, or drive them to so-and-so’s house.
A similar thing is stopping to help people who appear to be having car problems. The last four times that I have stopped to help people with car problems, all in North Dakota, I have regretted it tremendously, because these people had a lot more wrong with them than car problems. These people that I stopped to help were bad, trashy, drug-addict, low-life, criminal people from Seattle or Coeur D’ Alene.
So I keep having to remind myself to think twice before I stop to offer a ride to hitchhikers, or stop to help people who are having car problems, AND to not get out of my vehicle without my pistol on my person, and my phone in my pocket. Because, what if I get out of my vehicle to help these people, and they run and jump in my vehicle and take off with it, or hit me on the head, or shoot me, and leave me laying there. Now, instead of me stopping to help someone stranded out in the middle of nowhere, out in the cold, now I’m stranded out in the middle of nowhere, in the cold, freezing, with no phone because I left it in my vehicle that just got stolen from me.
As I was driving away from the derelict person who had approached my vehicle in Mott while I wasn’t paying attention to what was going on surrounding me, I was angry and upset about this situation. I don’t know what this person’s intentions were. I don’t know what they were going to do.
I looked at my passenger doors and they were all locked, luckily, they could have just as easily been unlocked. What would I have done if this person had opened my truck door suddenly, or gotten into my truck suddenly? I would have certainly assumed the worst, and reacted as if my life was in danger. However, if this person did this, they may have just been drunk and not had bad intentions.
If I had gotten out of my truck to urinate, and this derelict person had snuck up on me, surprised me, bumped into me, grabbed me, pushed me, I would have assumed the worst, I would have reacted as if my life was in danger, but if they were drunk, in their mind they might have thought that they were just playing around, not intending to harm me.
This could have turned out very badly for me, and for the person who approached my vehicle. I wasn’t being very alert. It might have been a better idea for me to have taken the interstate, instead of the rural, dark, not clearly marked highways.
Something else that is very troubling, is that in the moment of being surprised and frightened by someone opening my truck door, climbing into my truck, or grabbing hold of me outside of my truck, and me reacting with the belief that I am being attacked, after the fact, Law Enforcement is not going to see it like I believed what was happening in that moment.
I would be asked, did this person have a weapon, did this person have a gun, did this person have a knife? Did this person say that they had a gun or a knife? Did this person say anything threatening to you? What made you believe that your life was in danger?
In some states, the act of car-jacking is considered to warrant the use of deadly force to defend oneself. However, in many states, including North Dakota, just because someone attacks you, this in itself does not justify the use of deadly force to defend yourself. There has to be the ability and likelihood that your life was in peril, that the attacker had the ability to, and was going to take your life.
Though in my surprise and fright, in the moment that someone suddenly got in my vehicle or grabbed hold of me I would have believed in my mind that my life was in danger, if it later turned out that this person had no weapon, was merely drunk, likely had no murderous intent, I could have been criminally prosecuted for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon or manslaughter. But had I not been surprised by a drunk derelict person at 12:10 a.m. I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.
My employer asked me to do some work in a rural area of southwest North Dakota on Saturday afternoon. I didn’t mind, I had already worked 48 hours this week, this would all be overtime hours at 1-1/2 times my normal hourly pay.
There are different vehicles that I own, that I use for different things. Right now, one of my biggest concerns is taking the vehicle that has the best air-conditioning because it is so hot outside. This means switching things I need from one vehicle to another, ice-chest, tools, flashlight, jump-start box, phone charger, clothing, firearms.
I always try to have a firearm with me, and this day I was taking a small .32 caliber Beretta Tomcat which fits inside my pants pocket. I don’t like wearing waist holsters, especially when I have a long drive because the holster or the pistol grip pokes into my side. Later in the day I put this Beretta Tomcat pistol in the center-console of my truck, which I regretted later that night.
I took Interstate 94 heading east from Dickinson, and then had to drive south. My work at the job location on Saturday went fine, but my feet, hips, and back were hurting. I didn’t finish work to go home until 11:30 p.m. that night. Because I was not in a hurry, instead of driving north to get back to Interstate 94, and then heading west back to Dickinson on the interstate, I was going to drive west on Highway 21, and then north on Highway 22.
When I got to the town of Mott, North Dakota, which has a population of about 800 people, it was 12:10 a.m. If you don’t know what rural North Dakota is like, every business had closed by 10:00 p.m., and there are very few businesses.
I was kind of angry because Highway 21 did not continue west through Mott, I couldn’t understand why not, and the highway signs in Mott were very unclear or non-existent. Near the crossroads of Highway 21 and Highway 8, I pulled over and stopped in order to look up a map of Mott on my phone to figure out how to get to Highway 21 going west.
There were no businesses open, and no cars on the streets or highway. My plan was to figure out how to get to Highway 21, and then urinate beside my truck. As I was doing a Google search for maps on my phone, I looked up, and I could see some person who was fucked-up about 75 feet away headed to my vehicle.
This person was stumbling along like a zombie, like they were drunk, high, mentally-ill, or physically disabled, or a combination of these things. I took my truck out of park, and immediately drove away in order to get away from this person who was approaching my vehicle. I watched this person in my side mirror as I drove away, they were acting strange like there was something wrong with them. I drove about 1/4 mile away so that I could try again to look up a map on my phone.
I was angry and kind of unnerved about that messed-up person coming out of nowhere and approaching my vehicle at 12:20 a.m. If they had knocked on my truck window while I was looking down at a map, it would have scared the shit out of me. It would have been even worse if they had tried to open my truck door, and even worse still if they had come up behind me when I was urinating beside my truck.
This person may have been drunk and merely walking home from a bar that had closed, but if this person had come up behind me while I was outside of my truck without me seeing them or hearing them, and proceeded to grab hold of me, knock into me, or climb into my truck, it could have resulted in me shooting them.
In a drunk person’s mind, coming up behind a person and shoving or pushing them out of the way to try to get into their truck, or take their truck, or wrestle with them, is just playing around. To me, not knowing or seeing that someone is approaching , and that person grabs hold of me, starts wrestling with me, or tries to get into my truck, to me it’s a robbery, mugging, or car-jacking. I don’t know what this person’s intentions were.
When I stopped under a street light at a gas station parking lot about 1/4 of a mile away and tried to get a map of Mott on Google, within a few seconds here comes a 30 year old beat-up Chevy truck with no headlights on, driving about 5 mph over to where I am. So I had to drive somewhere else again.
Now, I was starting more to get the impression that if you come to a stop in Mott late at night, people come creeping out of the dark thinking that you want to buy, sell, or use drugs with them.
I was very angry and upset. I just wanted to take Highway 21 through Mott to get to Highway 22. I didn’t want to stop in Mott, but I had to because Highway 21 doesn’t continue through Mott, you have to take Highway 8 going south for more than several miles, then Highway 8 forks off into Highway 21. But there are no highway signs explaining this routing, there were hardly any highway signs or road signs at all.
I am 52 years old now, I have driven all over the U.S. I have driven through some very bad high-crime areas in Tampa, Philadelphia, Albuquerque, and west Texas, that I can remember giving me a very bad feeling about how dangerous the area was. Some states that I lived in like Arizona, Utah, and Idaho I don’t ever recall being in an area that felt unsafe.
Having to come to a stop in Mott late at night, where Highway 21 comes to an end without any explanation, without any highway re-routing signs, no lighting, no street signs, no businesses open, and derelict people coming out of the dark approaching my vehicle to sell/buy/use drugs or rob me, that was the most dangerous seeming place I have been in a long time.
Women don’t realize how much they are beginning to be hated.
In the YouTube video below from Salt Lake City, this video shows a woman being kidnapped at a gas station. She screams and pleads for someone to help her, but the male bystanders shown in the video don’t lift a finger to help her:
There are many things that I want to say and address regarding the video above. The KSL news reporters, the Police spokeswoman, and many women who left comments to this video acted like they can’t understand why no man stepped in to help this woman. Not only that, but many women appeared to believe that men were obligated to help this woman, that the bystanders should be criminally prosecuted for not helping this woman.
I am going to start off with some of the logical comments from men who watched this video, before I get into what men were feeling:
“Why should a man get involved in some situation that he doesn’t know what is going on, involving people that he does not know, to risk his life for some woman that he does not know? The bystander probably just wanted to get home to his own family without being shot.”
“Probably some domestic violence dispute. You can never get in the middle of one of these domestic disputes, because both the man and the woman will suddenly turn on you and both begin attacking you.”
“The bystander doesn’t know if this is some kind of set-up where the woman acts like she is being attacked, but both the man and the woman are going to try to rob him.”
“Getting involved in something like this, and using violence to stop the attacker, can land a Good Samaritan in jail facing assault charges. The woman can even claim that the Good Samaritan was the aggressor.”
These were some of the logical comments, addressing why the bystanders might have been hesitant to become involved in this situation. But there were many comments from men speaking about their feelings about not helping this woman:
“Women claim that they are strong and independent, and don’t need no man. Let them take care of themselves.”
“A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.”
“That’s what women get from seeking to be in a relationship with a bad boy.”
“If one of those bystanders beat her attacker, the woman would probably get back together with her boyfriend at the hospital, and claim that the bystander who saved her was trying to rape her.”
“Trying to help that woman would probably lead to her putting sexual assault charges on you.”
“Don’t help women.”
“Women constantly try to harm men, take everything from men, and ruin men’s lives. Why should men help women anymore?”
Overall, the following is my personal opinion. The male bystanders shown in this video didn’t know what was going on. Was this some kind of YouTube prank video? Was this some kind of criminal scheme to car-jack the man putting gas in his truck? Was this a domestic dispute between a boyfriend and girlfriend? The bystanders just didn’t know.
But another aspect of this is that men are tired of women’s schemes, ploys, deception, treachery, and manipulation. Women are always trying to play the victim, the helpless, innocent victim. Men are beginning to wise-up, and understand that women are the initiators, instigators, and creators of schemes to ruin men’s lives and steal everything that they own.
How many men have been put in prison, been sued, lost their scholarship, lost their employment, lost their family because of false accusations and set-up schemes from women?
How many men have lost their home and all of their possessions, been left with nothing, had their children taken away, and had their life ruined because their cheating, lying, whore of a wife fucked them over with the help of a family court judge and attorney?
So do you understand why none of the male bystanders stepped in to help this woman who was being kidnapped? Women are not going to be helped anymore, because women are beginning to be hated.
In the late afternoon on Friday I called the Mexican restaurant Los Cabos in Dickinson to place a take-out order. I don’t want to be around people, because I don’t like people, especially everyday, average, ordinary people. People are so stupid, primitive, and unaware, I just can’t stand them.
The middle-aged man who answered the phone at Los Cabos was very quick, courteous, and professional. In my opinion, this is probably the most well-run restaurant in Dickinson because of their staff, and they have the best food.
When leaving my neighborhood, some small children playing in their yard let a frisbee fly out into the street. I stopped right away to let them go get their frisbee, I didn’t want any children running out in front of me and getting hit.
In a couple of minutes, I was out on two-lane Highway 22, where the speed limit is 65 mph. Within several miles, a vehicle ahead of me began slowing down rapidly and changing into the oncoming lane of traffic. Soon I could see that there was a stopped vehicle on the right shoulder of the highway.
As I got closer, expecting that this was some kind of traffic accident, because the stopped passenger car was still halfway in the middle of the road, I came to see that it was a man and two women standing on the side of the road laughing, smiling, and taking photographs for fun and amusement.
I couldn’t believe this. Highway 22 is a very dangerous, busy road, with heavily loaded tractor trucks hauling machinery, cattle, grain, and fuel tankers. There are many commercial vehicles on Highway 22 that can’t slow down quickly and change into the oncoming lane of traffic because there is a Chevy Malibu parked halfway in the road, especially if there is any kind of vehicle approaching in the oncoming lane.
Who are these people? How can they be so fucking stupid? Do they not realize that while they are smiling, laughing, and fooling around taking photographs on the side of the highway, they are about to cause a fatal traffic accident because they left their Chevy Malibu parked in the road?
When I arrived at the parking lot of Los Cabos Mexican restaurant, all of the nearest parking spaces were taken. This was not surprising to me, it was late afternoon Friday on a hot summer day. Because the parking lot was so packed, I was scared that a car was going to back out in front of me because the driver couldn’t see past the vehicles that were parked so close to each other.
I was driving slowly and being careful, when a young 9-10 year old Mexican girl ran out in front of me without looking and without seeing me, she had darted from between two parked cars. As I was still at a complete stop from the little girl who ran out in front of me without looking, within a second or two here came her 14 year old sister who also walked out in front of me without looking, and without seeing me, at first.
The truck that I was driving, it has a huge front grill and bumper, the roof of this truck is about 7 ft tall, the top of my head only comes up to the side mirrors when I am standing next to it. It is not difficult to see this truck, and you wouldn’t want to walk out in front of this truck. I can understand the 9-10 year old little girl running out from in between parked cars, but it was kind of stupid and careless for her 14 year old sister to be doing the same thing.
Now here comes the plump Mexican mama who was in her 40s. She gave a quick side glance in my direction, as I was still at a complete stop from her two children running out in front of me. Most women, I think, would have hurried up across the driveway to get out of my way, and let me continue driving, since I came to a stop and was held up waiting for the three of them to cross in front of me.
This Mexican mother began to slow down her walk, waddle, doddle, and then stand there in the middle of the driveway blocking me so that I could not continue driving to a parking space. This Mexican woman could have easily walked another five feet to allow me to pass, but for some reason, she wouldn’t.
Why was this woman being difficult and causing a problem for me? Was it maliciousness, arrogance, pride, anti-white racism, anti-Americanism? Because of the two brand-new, very nice, Ford F250/350 trucks that her family was getting into, I got the impression that this woman’s family might have owned this Los Cabos Mexican restaurant.
By this time, I had run out of patience. Probably most women can not understand the rage the men experience when they are utterly and completely done dealing with their stupid shit at the moment. At the very least, I was about one second away from rolling down the truck window and yelling, “Get the fuck out of the way you stupid fat fucking Mexican!”
Somehow, miraculously, the Mexican road crossing came to a pause and I was able to drive to a parking space, before there was any yelling or physical altercation.
I thought to myself, that I had not wanted to eat inside any restaurant, because I did not want to deal with people, I can’t stand people. Ordering take-out from Los Cabos was not working for me either. The man who was managing the restaurant was so quick, courteous, and professional, that I admired his work ethic, enthusiasm, business sense. On the other hand, the way that Mexican family behaved in the parking lot, whether anti-white racism, anti-Americanism, maliciousness, or arrogance because they were the restaurant owners, I didn’t even want to go inside to get my food that I had ordered, and I won’t be ordering take-out from this restaurant again.
In order to be able to stay at home, not go anywhere, and not have to deal with people, on the following day I planned to go to the large Family Fare grocery store in Dickinson to stock up on enough groceries to last me for a while. On Saturday afternoon, July 3rd, the Family Fare grocery store had about twice as many cars as usual in their parking lot.
Walking into the grocery store, I was prepared for the shoppers to be pushy, and in a hurry the day before the 4th of July, but they were not, the shoppers were calm. After I had finished loading my shopping cart with twice as many groceries as usual, and I went to the check-out area, there were no cahiers.
The one cashier that was working at a check-out line, he had turned off his light and had placed a “closed” sign on his conveyor. I looked around, but there was no manager or person at the customer service desk. Myself and a few other customers were looking around for what to do or where to go. I had to use my phone to call this Family Fare grocery store to ask whoever answered if they could open a check-out line.
As I was looking around for a store manager, calling this store on the telephone, and waiting for a cashier to come open a check-out line, I was thinking to myself, so this is the business strategy of this grocery store for Saturday afternoon July 3rd, let’s not have any cashiers?
I didn’t really want to talk about it, I already knew what the store employees were going to say, which is what they did say, “We can’t get anybody to work.”
When I was driving home, and I was thinking about why I don’t like people, why I don’t want to be around people, why do people irritate me, overall I was coming to the conclusion that people, society, this country has devolved so badly, declined so badly.
Recently I have gotten into some discussions where I was faced with how stupid Democrats are, and that the Democrats/liberals are most responsible for the decline in people, society, and this country. Somehow, Democrats have gotten the idea into their heads that whatever in the past was deemed immoral, illegal, deviant, undesirable, that let’s do these things now.
For Democrats, if stealing was once bad, let’s allow it now. If illegal drugs were once bad, let’s allow it now. If unwed mothers was once bad, let’s do that now. If resisting arrest and disobeying Police Officers was once bad, let’s do that now. If women in the military was once a bad idea, let’s do that now. If homosexuals in the military was once a bad idea, let’s do that now. If illegal immigration was once a bad idea, let’s have that now.
Everything that was bad is now good. Everything that was wrong is now right. Everything that was deviant is now normal. Everything is backwards and upside down. There is no logic, no reasoning, or accountability any longer.
People are so stupid, dysfunctional, and unaccountable that three adults can’t see that there is something wrong with parking their Chevy Malibu in the 65 mph traffic lane of Highway 22.
People are so stupid and dysfunctional that an adult Mexican women doesn’t know to get herself and her children safely out of traffic and harm’s way. And, how preposterous it is to be showing some kind of anti-white, anti-Americanism hostility to customers at a Mexican restaurant in North Dakota, two-thousand miles north of the Mexican border?
People are so stupid, dysfunctional, and unaccountable that there are no cashiers on-duty or coming in to work at a grocery store on the Saturday afternoon before the July 4th holiday.
It occurred to me that maybe this planet and civilization would have been better off if the Germans had won World War II. The Germans valued intelligence, competency, efficiency, and social order, the exact opposite of what the Democrats seek.
Whereas the Germans valued intelligence, the Democrats embrace stupidity. The Germans valued competency, the Democrats love incompetence. The Germans valued efficiency, the Democrats are wasteful. The Germans valued social order, the Democrats want chaos and mayhem.
The Germans wanted to build and strengthen their country, the Democrats want to ruin and weaken this country. The Germans wanted a strong healthy populace, the Democrats want to breed weak sickly people.
Is it because I am 52 years old that I now see the wisdom in what the Germans were doing leading up to WWII, or is it because I hate the stupidity, idiocy, unawareness, drug-addiction, criminality, deviance, and abnormality of the people around me?
In the late 1980s I received an academic scholarship to become enrolled in the honors program of a small private liberal arts college in Virginia. This honors program consisted of a special curriculum where professors would lecture in their particular area of expertise to a class consisting solely of eight to twenty honors students.
One professor was an expert on the history and study of Eugenics. For those readers who don’t know, Eugenics is both a science and a philosophy that examines the relationship and correlation of genetics in passing on traits from parents to offspring, especially concerning desirable characteristics in humans.
For me, my introduction to Eugenics, it was like the best thing that I had ever heard of, to the dismay of my professor and classmates.
In the history of mankind, Eugenics was being practiced before a written language existed, when human males and females sought to have sex with “attractive” mates, meaning mates that appeared to be the most physically healthy, strong, and likely to produce the best offspring. I acknowledge that there was both a conscious decision and an unconscious biological instinct that was taking place in this example of early human Eugenics.
In the early history of humans, when they began to become farmers and domesticate animals, they soon realized the desirability of selectively breeding the strongest, largest, most healthy male and female livestock to each other, and not breeding unhealthy, weak animals.
Early cultures around the World, and continuing into modern times, have been involved in Eugenics, though it was not called by this name. Vikings, Spartans, and native tribes left newborn infants to die if they showed signs of significant birth defects. European, Asian, African, South American, and North American cultures practiced the custom of “arranged marriages” where the parents deliberated and decided who their children would mate with.
In the 1800s following the American Revolution, the French Revolution, the Industrial Revolution, rapid advances in science, technology, and medicine, there arose new schools of thought and new sciences such as “Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution”, “psychiatry”, “immunization”, and “Eugenics”.
In the mid-1800s when there was World-wide discussion of Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution, “natural selection”, “survival of the fittest”, Charles Darwin’s cousin Francis Galton believed that desirable human qualities were hereditary traits, and that the human population could be improved through selective breeding. Francis Galton named this theory/science “Eugenics”. Though keep in mind, the Greek philosopher Plato had written about this in 400 B.C.
While philosophers, politicians, leaders, celebrities, and scholars began trying to convince the World about the benefits of selective breeding in humans, encouraging healthy successful people to breed, and discouraging the breeding of poor inferior people, scientists began researching and experimenting to prove the validity of Eugenics.
Scientists and researchers across the globe began studying the family histories and medical histories of convicted criminals, prison populations, mental patients, mental asylum populations, vagrants, and disabled people in order to discover medical predictors of criminality, mental illness, or feeble-mindedness.
During this time period the terms “idiot” and “moron” were actually clinical medical terminology. The idea that mental illness, criminality, physical deformity, and feeble-mindedness was hereditary and “ran in families” was generally accepted in the early 1900s through the 1950s in the United States. This was widely taught in public elementary and high schools in the U.S. through the famous study of the “Kallikak” and the “Juke” families in Appalachia:
From Wikepedia, The Kallikak Family: A Study in the Heredity of Feeble-Mindedness was a 1912 book by the American psychologist and eugenicist Henry H. Goddard. Supposedly an extended case study of Goddard’s for the inheritance of “feeble-mindedness”, a general category referring to a variety of mental disabilities including intellectual disability, learning disabilities, and mental illness, ….. Goddard believed that a variety of mental traits were hereditary and that society should limit reproduction by people possessing these traits.
I want to emphasize that prior to World War II, the United States and many other countries around the World had many proponents and advocates for Eugenics, in politics, in universities, in public education systems, in mental health systems, in the medicine, in science, and with the general public.
Immediately after World War II, when it was discovered that Germany had implemented a plan to identify the Jews, remove the Jews from their homes, transport the Jews to concentration camps, and to either exterminate the Jews at the concentration camps or work the Jews to death in the concentration camps, and had succeeded in killing millions of Jews, Eugenics was blamed.
Beginning in the 1950s in the United States, there was a re-examination of Eugenics as discussed, taught, or practiced in politics, universities, public elementary and high schools, mental health systems, public health systems, and the legal system.
Prior to World War II, it was sometimes a normal procedure at mental asylums in the U.S. and other countries to involuntarily sterilize patients. In U.S. court cases, it had been established as lawful, the practice of involuntarily sterilizing feeble-minded mental patients. Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. wrote in 1927:
“We have seen more than once that the public welfare may call upon the best citizens for their lives. It would be strange if it could not call upon those who already sap the strength of the State for these lesser sacrifices, often not felt to be such by those concerned, to prevent our being swamped with incompetence. It is better for all the world, if instead of waiting to execute degenerate offspring for crime, or to let them starve for their imbecility, society can prevent those who are manifestly unfit from continuing their kind. The principle that sustains compulsory vaccination is broad enough to cover cutting the Fallopian tubes.”
From the end of World War II until the present day, most countries that had once believed in and supported Eugenics, have continually backed away from its beliefs and ideas. Can everyone stop and remember, that Eugenics had been consciously and unconsciously practiced since the beginning of mankind?
Because countries have tried to do a 180 degree change in their beliefs on Eugenics, and perhaps out of a feeling of guilt or to try to make amends, since the 1960s there has been an “anything goes” policy on crime, mental illness, deviant behavior, public education, parental responsibility, illegitimate children, illegal aliens, generations of public welfare recipients.
At this point, there is so much crime, mental illness, drug addiction, deviant behavior, abnormal behavior, dysfunctional adults and children, homelessness, stupid people, illegal aliens, and incompetence, that it seems like right is now wrong, wrong is now right, good is now bad, bad is now good, everything is backwards from the way it used to be.
Some people believe that all of this chaos, destruction, and collapse of once civilized countries has been planned and orchestrated by an elite group of wealthy people in order to crash all governments before a new One World Government/New World Order can be created. This may be true.
One of the ways that we have gotten here, and have ourselves to blame, is letting the feeble-minded, drug addict, criminal, stupid people to breed like rats. Allowed it? We even helped it with liberal public welfare assistance, not keeping criminals in prison, allowing drug addicts to run around on probation, not securing our border, court enforced child support payments to unwed mothers, and letting all these people breed, breed, breed like crazy to where they now make up the majority of the population.
In yesterday’s blog post article, I was trying to explain how I was doing research on the railroad line that had once passed through New Leipzig, Mott, Regent, and dead-ended in New England, North Dakota. This railroad line was abandoned in about 1982, and had been operated by a company called the Milwaukee Road railroad. I was hoping that if I could locate this former railroad easement, I could ride this easement on my motorcycle, unless it had been sold or turned over to the adjacent farmers. It appeared that the steel rails had already been torn up and taken away a long time ago.
When I was trying to look information up on the internet, I found an old book titled, “Standard Atlas Of Hettinger County, ND 1917”, that had been digitally photographed and uploaded to a website called Digital Horizons. This physical book itself is held in the state of North Dakota historical archives, but the Digital Horizons website allows anyone with a computer and internet to look through each page of this book.
When I first stumbled upon this “Standard Atlas Of Hettinger County, ND 1917”, I had only been looking for a plat map of the towns of New England, Regent, and Mott in order to prove to the readers that these towns were actually created and laid out by the Milwaukee Road railroad company. To me, even though I had heard that old west towns sprung up wherever there was a railroad, I hadn’t known that the railroad company actually laid out the town.
Once I began trying to use this book “Standard Atlas Of Hettinger County, ND 1917” to find out and look at more, I was a little confused at first. Please click on this link to the plat map of Hettinger County itself, showing how Hettinger County is divided up into blocks of land called “townships”: http://www.digitalhorizonsonline.org/digital/collection/p16921coll2/id/2249
If you click on the above link to the plat map of Hettinger County, you can look and see that there is a township named “New England” and within this township there is a town named “New England”. You can look and see that there is a township named “Havelock” and within this township there is a town named “Havelock”. But if you continue looking at this plat map of Hettinger County, just because there is a township named “Kunze” doesn’t mean that there is a town named “Kunze” within this township. In other words, don’t expect the name of every township within Hettinger county to have a corresponding town inside it with the same name.
The other thing that you need to remember when looking at the plat map of Hettinger County, is that each township consists of 36 numbered sections, each section being 1 mile x 1 mile in size.
If you look at the township of New England, not the town of New England, but the township which consists of 36 numbered sections of land, back in 1917 the “Standard Atlas Of Hettinger County, ND” labeled the owners of these sections. This is astonishing information if a person was trying to look up and find exactly where their great-grandparents used to farm: http://www.digitalhorizonsonline.org/digital/collection/p16921coll2/id/2285
To read the family names of the property owners on this plat map of the township of New England, click on the expansion icon on the computer screen near the upper right hand corner of the map image, then you should see another set of zoom icons on the upper left corner of the map image.
This Spring I have been researching little-known or forgotten towns in southwest North Dakota. Here are few examples, that most younger North Dakotans have never heard of: Daglum, Pierce, DeSart, Bessie, Havelock, Whetstone Butte. Each of these towns are not far from the town of New England.
In a previous blog post article, I explained that from time-to-time when I had been driving on back-roads in western North Dakota, I had passed a small old abandoned cemetery, small church, or schoolhouse, that made me realize there was once a town here, in what is now the middle of nowhere.
Both in my reading and in discussions with local North Dakotans, it had been pointed out to me several times that a railroad once passed through New England. I put this information in my head, but I didn’t think much more about the railroad. It was common knowledge that towns in the western United States sprung up adjacent to railroads, especially when there was a train depot with scheduled stops.
After several motorcycle rides this Spring, sightseeing through the abandoned and forgotten towns that I named at the beginning of this article, I thought that it would be fun to ride the abandoned railroad easement out of New England, and follow it to wherever it went. But when I began driving around trying to spot the old railroad easement, I couldn’t find it.
When I began looking on the internet to find out where the supposed/alleged railroad had been in New England, I was surprised at the things that I found and learned. The town of New England had been the last stop, the end of the line for what was known as the “Milwaukee Road” railroad.
Due to nostalgia and the great enthusiasm that some people have for railroads, there is an abundance of information on the “Milwaukee Road” railroad. This railroad company filed for bankruptcy in 1977, and the railroad tracks themselves were kind of abandoned by 1982. I say “kind of abandoned”, because I have not yet been able to determine if in addition to railroad tracks having obviously been torn up, if the land easements were sold off or turned over to anyone.
What I was trying to find out, was where the Milwaukee Road railroad had been, and whether or not the railroad bed/easement was something that I could ride on with my motorcycle. Had the land been turned over to local farmers since 1982?
The following internet site was one of the most useful in obtaining information about the Milwaukee Road railroad, more officially known as the “Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul & Pacific Railroad”: https://www.american-rails.com/nd.html
The internet site given in the link above has information on all of the railroads that were built in North Dakota. Using some of the menu options, first selecting “Milwaukee Road”, then “System Map (1966)”, here is a 1966 map that shows the railroad line to New England, North Dakota, and that this line was was completed in 1910: https://www.american-rails.com/milw.html#Map
If you click on the link to this 1966 Milwaukee Road railroad system map, in order to see the railroad line as it travels from New England, to Regent, to Mott, you will probably have to go to the three vertical dots on the upper righthand corner of your browser, and enlarge your computer screen all the way up to 300%.
What I also found, was on the following MapQuest map, there is a light grey color line, that goes from New England, to Regent, to Mott, showing the route of the abandoned Milwaukee Road railroad line. Please click on this link, and then zoom-in using the map icon until you can see the light grey color line exiting New England heading southeast. https://www.mapquest.com/us/north-dakota/new-england-nd-282033684
When you look at this MapQuest map after having zoomed-in to New England, and if you follow the light grey color line to Regent, you will realize that New England, Regent, and Mott were laid out around the railroad line. This is important, did you know that the North Dakota towns of New England, Regent, and Mott were actually created and platted by the Milwaukee Road railroad company?
When writing this blog post article, and trying to explain/document what I learned, I accidentally found something that is much more important than this blog post article, it is an online digital scan of the “Standard Atlas, Hettinger County, ND, 1917”: http://www.digitalhorizonsonline.org/digital/collection/p16921coll2/id/2326/
I can’t believe that I found this 1917 Standard Atlas of Hettinger County!
The reason why I am so excited, if you click on or type in the “digitial horizons online” website address for this 1917 Hettinger County Atlas, it shows EVERY forgotten town, and its PLAT!!!
During the past year, nearly half a dozen times I have been tempted to write this blog post article about overpriced houses for sale in Dickinson, North Dakota. I was even thinking about writing a weekly or bi-weekly article titled, “This Week’s Award For The Most Overpriced House In Dickinson”.
What got me going, was that there was a 5br/3ba house for sale in Dickinson that was listed for $600K. I thought, $600K? $600K for a house in Dickinson? Who are these people, where do they think they are, and what are they thinking? Did the real estate agent talk them into this?
Before I go any further, I need to explain to readers who live outside of this area, that Dickinson experienced the North Dakota oil boom from 2007-2015. During the first several years of this oil boom, housing prices and rents doubled. But by 2011, housing prices and rents had quadrupled.
When the price of oil went from over $100 per barrel in 2014, down to less than $50 per barrel in 2015, that killed the North Dakota oil boom. Oil companies began to shut down oil wells that were producing, and cease drilling operations because they could not make any profit on oil when the price was below $60 per barrel.
Initially in 2015-2016 there many oil field workers and even many non-oilfield workers who were let go from their employment. Many of these workers left, because these people could not see that there was any work for them in this area. This exit migration of people at the end of the North Dakota oil boom created an instant surplus of housing for sale and for rent.
Beyond 2017, it became more and more clear every day that the oil boom was not coming back to North Dakota. More people continued to move away from this area, which caused the local economy to shrink a little more.
In this area of western North Dakota, it is sparsely populated, with barren vacant grasslands where the wind sometimes exceeds 100 mph, and the temperature in Winter falls below -50 degrees Fahrenheit. This is not a desirable place to live for most people. In North Dakota, there is no beach, professional sports teams, car racing, motorcycle racing, horse racing, or hardly any kind of entertainment or place to go.
With the exodus of people from the Dickinson area after the end of the oil boom, the surplus of housing, most of the high paying jobs being eliminated, no one wanting to live here or move here in the first place, how could someone try to get $600K for their 5br/3ba home, that was not even very nice?
I was going to mock and ridicule this homeowner and the real estate agent who listed this home for $600K, but I wanted to look into this situation a little more to find out what was going on. I am glad that I did look into this more closely, because what I found was that this wasn’t just a matter of these people being stupid, it was also a matter of the homeowner being desperate.
I used the address of this home for sale, to find out who the owners were. Once I found out who the owners were, I looked them up on the internet, including the North Dakota court repository. Unfortunately, when there is a divorce/child custody/child support court case that gets contested and moves through the court of appeals, many of the details get reported in the public record. This was the case here.
I was able to find out that a young, newly married husband and wife in their mid to late twenties purchased this home early in the North Dakota oil boom, around 2009-2010 I think it was. The husband had an unusually good job for someone his age, with an oil company here in Dickinson. I believe he was earning about $125K per year.
Off the top of my head, I think that this couple separated and filed for divorce in about 2014, just before the end of the oil boom, that no one knew was coming. His child support assessment was something like $30K per year. Then in 2015, due to the price collapse of oil, he lost his job, and the oil company the he had been working for filed for bankruptcy.
This ex-husband who was now in his early 30s, who had lost his job with an oil company, he was not able to find another job. He began the process of legally appealing his child support determination, because he had very little money, no income, and probably a large amount of legal fees.
I was glad that I found out who these home owners were, so that I didn’t mock and ridicule them in a blog post article. Their circumstances required them to try to get as much as possible from the sale of their home. However, still, what the fuck were they and their real estate agent thinking? Who in Dickinson has that much money? Maybe a medical doctor, but why would a medical doctor want to spend $600K on a house in Dickinson that isn’t even very nice?
What this particular real estate listing did at that time, was immediately inspire some other dumb-ass in Dickinson to list their rather ordinary unappealing older home for $600K. Some people in Dickinson thought that this was a “thing” now.
I would kind of like for homeowners and real estate agents in Dickinson to paint a picture for me of the imaginary buyer they have in their heads that is going to race from Los Angeles straight to Dickinson with $600K in cash. Why Dickinson?, in North Dakota?
Some time has passed since I became discombobulated by the $600K house “thing” in Dickinson. Until today, when I looked up a house that just went for sale around the corner from where I live. Where I live, a year ago I was able to buy a small, plain, one hundred year old house on a double lot for $50K. The larger house that I had looked at a few blocks away was $85K. A few months ago, a very nice 4br/2ba home one block away from me, the asking price was dropped to $80K. So I wanted to know, how much was the house that was just listed for sale near me?…….Over $400K! What!
Why does this matter to me? I have asked myself why this matters to me, why does this bother me, and I have realized four of five reasons. My first reason, is that I have seen this kind of thing before where everyone begins to believe that their house is worth double, which mostly just results in first-time home buyers needlessly being excluded from buying a home. It doesn’t result in everyone being able to sell their house for double, it results in very few people being able to sell their house, and first-time buyers not being able to afford any house.
Reason number two, between the 1940s to the early 1980s, single-family homes in blue-collar neighborhoods cost on average, twice the annual family income. Once real estate investors and real estate agents began to normalize grabbing up and trying to profit off of normal human beings trying to live in a home, not only did they cause the single-family home to cost on average three-four times the annual family income, mom had to begin working full-time, then by the 1990s both mom & dad had to work overtime in order to afford a single-family home.
Reason number three, real estate agents are not the smartest people in the World, they are often so greedy that they can’t even think normally or rationally. If a real estate agent really thought this situation through, where there is a nice 4br/2ba home a couple of blocks away for $80K that hasn’t sold in the past several months, several other nice 4br/2ba homes nearby at less than $150K that have not sold, and a couple of huge, 2-story, nice looking, recently updated homes at $400K that haven’t sold in over a year, why would a real estate agent think that there is a demand in this area, buyers in this area, or buyers with money in this area?
Reason four, I can’t understand why a home owner would go through the effort of listing and trying to sell their home, and create a situation where a sale is almost impossible. If the home owner wants to move away and start a new life somewhere else, needs the proceeds from this house sale to pay for a new house somewhere else, or needs to sell this house to pay off debt, why would they sabotage themselves by setting the price so high to make a sale impossible?
Lastly, I wonder what goes on in other people’s minds. What is their understanding and perception of reality? Do they know and understand that the oil boom is over? Do they know that very, very few people in this area earn over $100K per year? Can they look around and see the houses that surround them, that almost all of the houses that surround them are less than $200K houses? Even if there was a medical doctor who could afford over $400K for a house and was looking, why would this doctor purchase a house in this blue-collar neighborhood where the houses range from $50K-$200K?
For those of you who are not familiar with North Dakota, in the western part of the state there are mostly flat prairie grasslands with very few trees. In the distance, here and there you will see buttes which range in size from one hundred to two hundred feet tall. If you go far enough, the grasslands come to an end and you reach the “badlands”.
The badlands consist of many miles of dry, sandy, barren, steep deep ravines and sharp peaks. If you think that North Dakota is sparsely populated, the badlands are mostly vacant of people. There are more rattlesnakes in the badlands than people.
There are/were a small number of people who like living in the badlands. There is so much vacant land that it was a good place to graze cattle. Cattle ranching required horses and cowboys. So there you go, that’s the kind of people who live in the badlands, horses and cowboys, still to this day.
Since 2011, on and off I have had to work in or travel through the badlands. There are some oil wells and pump jacks in the North Dakota badlands. In the Summer of 2012 I worked in an oil field in the desert of west Texas where it was extremely hot, dry, and there were very few people. In remote west Texas you have to be very aware all the time that it is so hot and there are so few people that if you become injured or stranded you could die before anyone finds you. Similar thing in the North Dakota badlands.
The area that I am going to show pictures of in this blog post article, it is kind of dangerous because it is so hot, so barren, there are so few people, and the people in this area don’t like outsiders. For a little while, I considered writing out driving directions for how to get to this location, but I soon changed my mind because people would not fully understand how much trouble that they could get into.
The first time that I rode my motorcycle in this area, I was not sure where I was going because all of the internet maps are incorrect. As I was finding out that the maps were incorrect, the few local people became aware of me riding around, and got in their trucks to see where I was going and what I was doing, so I thought that I had better leave and try again another day.
Here is a photo on my way to the secret badlands lake. The nearest gas station or convenience store is at least fifty miles away:
Here is a photo of an old house on the way to the lake. If the landowner would have seen me taking this photo, he probably would have tried to shoot me:
There is a one-track road that splits off the main road, and winds around for about a mile before you first see the secret badlands lake:
The badlands are so sandy, dry, hot, and barren, with so little water, that is seems like a miracle when you get a look at this lake in-person:
When I arrived at this lake on a mid-afternoon week day, I was hoping to find one or two young naked cowgirls who were in a good mood from cleaning off and cooling off in the water, and were leisurely drying themselves and tanning themselves in the sun. But I don’t know where they were:
Besides me not wanting to tell people where this is, so that they don’t get lost or stranded and die, I kind of wanted to keep this to myself so that I can go swimming here alone and enjoy the peace and quiet. But I can’t really go swimming here by myself like I want, because the local people here would shoot me like a turtle.
During the Winter of 2020-2021 I had thought about videoing my motorcycle rides through the abandoned towns of western North Dakota when it warmed up in May. I was inspired to do this from watching the “Adventure Rides” on YouTube that were made primarily by BMW motorcycle riders.
You can either scroll back through my blog post articles or use the search bar on my website to read about some of the old abandoned towns that I had looked up and done some research on.
Due to the Coronavirus travel restrictions, and some other problems, I had not been back to my home in a small Idaho town from approximately August of 2019 until March of 2021. I had no idea, but during the 1-1/2 years that I was gone, about 100-200 people from California had moved in. This may not seem like enough people to affect anything, but it completely changed the character of this small Idaho town.
I am not going to dwell on this in this blog post, but to give an example, across the street from my house in Idaho, the 80-acre farm field was recently developed into 1/2-acre lots with new $500K houses. Nobody in this town can afford a $500K house, they are all for the Californians.
Because of what I just experienced in Idaho, I completely changed my plans to video my “Adventure Rides” through western North Dakota, because I do not want Californians and developers to get the idea that this would be the next place to try to ruin. I know that I can count on the local people here in western North Dakota to continue to be mean, nasty, hostile, unfriendly, and uncooperative to discourage anyone from moving here.
Instead of videoing my motorcycle rides, explaining and showing where I am, I might from time-to-time just show a few pictures, and not tell where they were taken. I am surprised at some of the things that I see, once I travel a few miles away from paved roads and highways.
On Memorial Day, I came across a few abandoned homes on my motorcycle ride, but one of these old farms had its own small lake, with what appeared to be White Sand Beaches. White Sand Beaches, in North Dakota? I stopped and looked at this, not only did this lake have white sand beaches, it had a few white sand bars in the middle. I pictured young women and housewives sunning themselves wearing Bikinis, children playing in the water, and a couple of Sunfish Sailboats meandering along:
Tropical White Sand Beaches in North Dakota (click to enlarge image)
I rode another mile or two, and just as I came over a hill, I saw what appeared to be almost a Golf-Course-like greenbelt strip. I stopped and took a photo, but when I rode past this greenbelt strip, it did not lead to a house, this strip was trees and grass only, that extended about 1/2 mile. This could be its own Golf Course, out in the middle of nowhere:
Golf Course in the middle of nowhere North Dakota (click to enlarge image)
A few miles further, there was quite a long lake, with some old tree growth, which was very surprising to see in western North Dakota:
Farm Lake with some old trees (click to enlarge image)
I will just throw in one last photo that shows an old house that is no longer being lived in. This is a fairly large house, probably 100 years old. You can’t see it in this photo, but on the back side of this house, there is a very large upstairs outside porch deck. This upstairs outside porch deck is about 20ft x 30ft, large enough for the entire family and some of their friends. You don’t often see this kind of frivolous recreational amenity in old North Dakota houses:
Old North Dakota Farm House with upstairs outdoor deck (click to enlarge image)
I like to stop and think about what it must have been like to sit out on the upstairs deck on warm Summer nights, far far from anywhere, with total darkness for miles that would enable you to see thousands of stars in the sky. Or what it must be like to have your own private forest and lake on your farm, with no neighbors for miles.
Even though this looks appealing, I need to give people who aren’t from here, the warning that it gets down to -50 degrees Fahrenheit in the Winter here, and during some months the wind gusts exceed 100 mph across this prairie grassland.
Whenever you see one of these abandoned farm houses, it’s not unusual for people to no longer live in these houses because the electrical, plumbing, heating, and water-well are far outdated, with no insulation whatsoever in these houses. But the acreage is still being farmed, so no, these houses can’t be bought cheap, these houses can’t be bought at all because the farmers won’t sell them.
Through a strange course of events, I ended up spending the last ten years of my life in western North Dakota. This has been a very unpleasant and difficult time in my life, very nearly the same as if I had spent this time in prison, for a crime that I did not commit.
But I guess you learn a lot about life and about yourself while being locked up in prison, that you might otherwise have never been forced to consider.
President Theodore Roosevelt spent several years of his life in western North Dakota, which he later reflected on, “I have always said I would not have been President had it not been for my experience in North Dakota.” Most people don’t know that this is one of those double-meaning comments, almost a backhanded compliment. But after living here, I know exactly what he is talking about. It’s very trying living here, it’s something that you endure.
During the North Dakota oil boom 2007-2015 the ratio of men to women in Dickinson was 3:1. Magically, to this day, it’s still about 3:1. The women who are here are very rough, and that’s putting it mildly, that’s an understatement.
No matter where I had lived previously, I always had at least several romantic prospects: a woman who worked at the grocery store; a woman who worked at the Radio Shack store; a girl who worked at the Mexican restaurant; a girl who worked at the gym; a woman who worked at the other gym; a waitress; the two women who bothered me when I went fishing:
When I was fishing on a floating dock on the Snake River in Idaho, a women who was about 36, and her daughter who was about 16, would come and sit about eight feet from me, with their legs hanging in the water. They would chat for a few minutes, and then unbutton their very short cut-off jean shorts. Then, unzip their very short cut-off jean shorts, revealing their underwear, and lean back on their arms, so that I could look and see.
You can imagine what I was thinking, when next they completely removed their very short cut-off jean shorts. It took me about ten seconds to realize that they were wearing Bikini bottoms. I started laughing, what!, awww!, and they laughed too. From then on, they stopped, and did something like this, whenever I was fishing on the floating dock, until I had to leave Idaho to go work in North Dakota.
The romantic prospects that I was referring to, it was a very enjoyable part of life to visit women who made you feel lust, desire, excitement, to look them over, and feel something, and for them to respond with irritation or tolerance, encouragement or discouragement, friendliness or unfriendliness, and to sometimes surprise you with what they said or did next. But there are almost no women like this in western North Dakota, it’s more like being in prison, in just about every way.
I have learned that for someone like myself, in western North Dakota, it is better to just stay home than try to go anywhere or do anything. The Police here are like guards in a prison, they feel like they have to stop, hassle, question, and try to put charges on everyone, even if they are just coming home from Walmart with groceries. Any public place, with a mostly male, below blue-collar level population, with no women, being treated like prison inmates, there is mostly anger.
I spend perhaps too much time on the internet, but it’s better than leaving home, considering where I live, and what’s out there, the Police prison guards, angry men, and jack-o-lantern women. The internet is my way of travelling some other place.
A couple of weeks ago, I looked up a woman who I dated in my final years of college in Florida. I will refer to her as “M”. When I was in high school, “M” was an art teacher at my high school, she was ten years older than me. She went back to college to get her Master degree, when I was completing my engineering degree.
“M” was very attractive. She was about 5′-7″, 125 lb, blond hair, pale flawless skin, thin, large-breasted. At that time, she was the most free in having sex with me, of any woman I had ever met. I would have sex with her, until I couldn’t move. That semester, was the best grades that I ever made in engineering college, I was happy, and could always have sex.
“M” brought up the subject of marriage, to see if I was interested, not pressuring me at all, very casual. I was not ready to get married, “M” was not everything that I wanted, I thought that I would find someone better, someone that I would be in love with. “M” graduated before I did, and she did not keep in touch.
As the years have gone by, especially now, I have begun to realize more and more what an agreeable and pleasant person that “M” was, in addition to her physical beauty, and her appetite for sex. If I could ever be stuck in a marriage, that would be an excellent marriage to be stuck in. “M” didn’t fight, she didn’t complain, she wasn’t judgmental, and she wasn’t demanding.
Part of the reason why “M” was so pleasant and easy-going, was because her parents were very, very wealthy. They owned about four very nice homes, where they vacationed at different times of the year. Her parents were very calm and gentle with her, didn’t expect or require anything of her, allowed her to do what she wanted.
When I looked “M” up a couple of weeks ago, I found that she was living on Massachusetts Bay, about ten miles from the city of Boston. I didn’t know that not far from Boston, that there are small islands and peninsulas that are a couple hundred feet wide, with houses on them. “M”s two-story house was right on the water, with a very large swimming pool overlooking the bay outside of Boston.
I never wanted to live in a city like Boston, but Boston has some of the oldest architecture, oldest Pubs, renowned restaurants, brightest and most educated people, incredible night-life. But to live on an almost private island, with only a couple hundred people, ten miles from Boston, sign me up for this.
I looked up another girlfriend of mine from Florida, who I went to high school with, and some of college with, “D”. “D” got her Master’s degree in Archeology at about the same time that I graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in engineering. I didn’t know that it took her another 6 years, until she was 31 years old, to get her PhD. But now she is the head of the Archeology Department at a large university.
I looked up “V” who I went to college with, at a small private college in Virginia. “V” got her Master’s degree in Political Science a little before I graduated from engineering college. But I didn’t know that it took her another 7-8 years to get her PhD in Political Science when she was 31 years old. She has been a professor at a small college in Pennsylvania for the past 20 years.
Lastly on this list today, I will mention “C”, who I went to high school with. “C” went to a very famous and prestigious women’s college to obtain her Bachelor’s in English, then another prestigious college to obtain her Master’s degree. She first became a well-known and acclaimed author before becoming an English professor at a small Ivy-League college.
“C” got married later in life, and had two children. I thought that “C” would probably never marry, because she was very opinionated, argumentative, high-strung, and uncompromising.
“V” looks very good in her photograph. Over the years when I looked up “V”, she has always maintained her good looks. I thought that she had gotten married when she was in her late twenties or early thirties, but there is no mention of her husband now.
“D” looks very good in her photograph. I think that she looks better now than she did in her teens and twenties. I thought that “D” got married in her early thirties, but it would not surprise me at all if her husband was done and gone. “D” is probably very attractive to her male students, which I doubt she discourages the slightest bit.
“M” it appears never got married, and I am very happy for her. “M” had been very in-love with a teacher at our high school, when she was an art teacher there. When this teacher proposed to “M” when she was about 24 years old, she didn’t want to be married, because he wanted to finish his career at this high school. When “M” told him “no”, he began dating and soon married another teacher. “M” was heartbroken, and she realized that she had made the mistake of her life. She left this high school, and went back to college to get her Master’s degree in Art, mostly because of him dating and proposing to her, and marrying another teacher at this school, she couldn’t bear it.
Do I want to have anything to do with these aforementioned women now? No, not really, definitely not. I feel like they would be too inquisitive, too suspicious, as if they had to determine what my status is, what my worth is. Their scrutiny of me would be automatic.
I might possibly be able to give an accurate accounting of myself, but why would I? Why would I go through the trouble of trying to explain myself, when I have nothing to gain from it? Most likely it would be frustrating and upsetting trying to explain why I have done what I have done, and why I am the way that I am, in a way that would meet with their approval, ( “M” and “D”, the Art teacher and the Archeology professor, would be only slightly less judgmental. )
What I think is funny, is that in their life, having the “right house”, in the “right neighborhood”, with the “right friends” is probably very important to them, whereas I see this as a kind of short-sighted vanity. Or, demonstrating that I had a great deal of money would lead to a kind of almost instant acceptance. What I value and enjoy, they would have difficulty seeing these things as I do.
I think that I am better off not saying anything to them. Although I am tempted to prank them, just to be mean.
Parents, watch out for the “Sustainable Living” scam from your children.
Up until approximately the year 2010, most parents looked forward to their children graduating from high school, and going out into the world to attend college, community college, trade school, a work apprenticeship, joining the military, or begin working. Some parents might have had a daughter who was planning on moving out and getting married to her fiancee right after high school.
When the U.S. economy is bad overall, or just bad in some areas, it is not unusual for adult children to be unable to afford to rent a place of their own, or rent a place together with several of their friends after high school. Some young adults may not be mature enough, confident enough, experienced, or knowledgeable enough to obtain a job that pays more than minimum wage. These circumstances are not a scam, many of these young adults would probably move out and live on their own if they were financially able to do so.
However, there is a scam that has been going on, that has become more prevalent since 2010 due to it being shown on the internet website “YouTube”. Young women who were plenty mature enough to leave their parents’ home after high school and begin working as a waitress, dog groomer, shacking up with their boyfriend, or go off to college with no intention of putting in any effort, have discovered through “YouTube” and word-of-mouth from marijuana users and drug addicts, the “Sustainable Living” scam.
The “Sustainable Living” scam overall, is a ploy or ruse, where young women try to disguise their laziness and unwillingness to work, by trying to pass off their behavior as virtuous, by using catch phrases such as “Sustainable Living”, “Living Off-Grid”, “Tiny-House”, “Eco-Friendly”, “Low Carbon Foot-Print”, while attempting to not work and have their parents and other people pay for everything for them.
How this scheme usually unfolds, is an adult daughter will begin talking to her parents about “Sustainable Living”, saving the planet, protecting the environment, returning to nature, and “Living Off-Grid”. At about this same time, the daughter will have made plans to quit her job, quit going to college, and move back home with her parents.
Next, after the daughter has moved back home with her parents, she will begin talking about the low-cost, environmentally-friendly, “Tiny-House” that she wants to build on either her parents’ property or some other property. And how she wants to begin growing her own food, and try “Sustainable Living”.
If either or both of this young woman’s parents stop and consider what their daughter actually has in mind, it consists of the father going to Home Depot or Lowes, purchasing about $12K in lumber, plywood, roofing shingles, electrical, plumbing, cabinets, appliances, and building a 10’x12′ living quarters, without a building permit, hidden behind an existing house in order to plug into its water, electric, and sewer.
What the daughter has in mind, is that once Dad has built her private living quarters on her parents’ property, she will not have to pay for rent, water, sewer, electric, gas, garbage pickup, property taxes, or insurance. And she has access to her parents clothes washer & dryer, or whatever else they have that she might need.
Once her father has bought all the material, hardware, fixtures, cabinets, appliances, built the tiny-house, hooked up all the water, sewer, electric, and gas to his existing utilities, to create this living quarters for his daughter, everyone will say how “independent”, “resourceful”, and “self-sufficient” his daughter is.
With her own separate, private living quarters on her parents’ property, her parents can’t kick her out of their house, scrutinize who she is inviting over, learn what kinds of drugs she is using, getting high, who she is having sex with.
A give-away or tell, that shows what a scam and schemer the daughter is, when planting her so called “off-grid”, “eco-friendly”, “self-sustaining farm”, she plants a hundred garlic onion bulbs, and that’s it.
Keep in mind, that since the daughter is living off-grid, sustainable-living, eco-friendly, she won’t have a job, and won’t have money to pay for car repairs, car insurance, medical care, health insurance, so somebody else is going to have to pay for that. But she’s very independent, and self-sufficient, according to other women.
Today I read a Dickinson Press newspaper article titled “Three DPD officers rescue man from near-drowning kayak incident”. I was very angry and upset to see this article and read what had happened.
This newspaper article didn’t say it, but I could tell that the first two Dickinson Police Officers who responded to the 911 call, arrived at the Dickinson Dike, and swam out to the drowning man who was completely overcome with exhaustion, cramping, and hypothermia, these two Police Officers almost drowned too.
It’s probably true without a doubt that if Police Officers Alex Schroeder and Aaron Bates had not immediately swum out to the drowning man, he would have died. He was already drowning when the 911 call was made, and when Police Officers arrived he was repeatedly sinking beneath the water.
However, the same conditions that overcame this young man in his mid-twenties, being 150 feet from shore in 50 degree Fahrenheit water, physically unable to swim to shore, Police Officers Schroeder and Bates had to not only swim the 150 feet that the young man had been unable to make, struggle to get him into a life jacket, but SWIM BACK the 150 feet without drowning themselves. I think that they probably barely, barely made it on the way back.
This same exact thing, same exact situation happened to me on Patterson Lake in Dickinson, North Dakota several years ago. I was very angry about what happened then, and I am still very angry about it to this day.
Please, Please Read This Re-Print Of The Warning That I Gave About Kayaking In North Dakota. If You Can’t Take The Time To Read It, At Least Watch The Short Video:
In November of 2014, there was a sale at Menards in Dickinson, where the 11 ft. kayak canoes were only $160. I bought two of them, one for me, and one for a friend to use. I call them kayak canoes, because they are half kayak, and half canoe. They are more enclosed than a canoe, but not completely enclosed like a kayak.
From the waterproof rubber hatch on both the bow, and the rear, I thought that there was a water tight sealed compartment in both the bow and the rear, but there wasn’t. The interior of the kayak canoe had no sealed compartments, and no flotation foam installed anywhere.
I knew that because there was no flotation foam installed, and no sealed compartments, that if you got enough water in these kayak canoes, they would sink. I think that I would advise and warn everyone, to not ever try to paddle one of these cheap kayak canoes across Lake Sakakaweja, because if something happens, like you get tipped over, or hit by a power boat, these kayak canoes can sink.
I have been rowing boats and paddling canoes by myself since I was 8 years old. I have never tipped a canoe over, because I was scared, of both drowning and getting hypothermia in the water. I knew many times while crossing wide, deep rivers, with fast currents, alligators, water moccasins, and sharks when I was a small kid, that if I tipped over, I would probably die from drowning, hypothermia, or something getting me.
This was kind of the same thing for trappers and outdoorsmen in Alaska. The only means of transportation in some very remote areas of Alaska was by canoe. A person might have all of their gear and supplies packed in their canoe in the Alaska wilderness, and due to their distance from the shore, the coldness of the water, and being alone, they knew that if they tipped over, they were dead.
When I first tried out my $160 kayak canoe on Patterson Lake in the Spring of 2015, I stayed within 100 ft of shore to see how stable or how tippy this kayak canoe was. It was O.K., but on the first day, I just paddled along the shoreline around the lake, I didn’t try to cross in the middle of the lake, which is about 1/2 mile wide.
In the Spring of 2016, a person that I know from the Coeur D’Alene area of Idaho came to stay at the house where I was living in Dickinson, his name was Mike. I had met Mike in Dickinson in the Spring of 2013, and he was an acquaintance of mine in Dickinson in 2014 and 2015.
After Mike had been staying at the house where I was living in Dickinson for a couple of weeks, I asked him if he wanted to go kayaking with me. I asked Mike if he could swim, and he said that he had been going to a recreation center in Idaho where he had been swimming a mile in the pool, a couple of time each week. I said to him, you can swim a mile, and he said that yes he could.
I then warned Mike about the water in Patterson Lake being cold, that he did not want to tip over. Mike told me that he had been swimming in Patterson Lake last weekend. When we got to Patterson Lake, I told Mike that he should not go too far from shore, until he got used to the kayak canoe.
The very first thing that Mike did when he got in the kayak canoe, was start paddling directly across Patterson Lake. I didn’t like this, I was worried about this, so I followed several hundred feet behind him, in case something happened. He did O.K.
When we both arrived on the other side of Patterson Lake, near the south side boat ramp, I heard a very large splash behind me. I couldn’t believe it, Mike had tipped his kayak canoe over. At first, I thought that he must have been kidding around, but he wasn’t.
I asked him what had happened, and he said that his hat had blown off, and he tried to grab his hat. I waited to make sure that he could get back in his kayak canoe. He wasn’t swimming very well, the water was cold, and I think that he was in shock.
Mike grabbed the rear tip of the kayak canoe, and he pulled himself up onto the rear of the kayak canoe, which was good, this was a good way to get back in. But when he got to the cockpit, he tipped over again. This caused more water to go inside of the kayak canoe.
Mike was getting tired, and he was in shock. He very erratically tried to enter the kayak canoe from the side, which only caused more water to enter the kayak canoe, and for him to become more tired.
I was upset, angry, and frightened, I believed that he only had enough strength for one more attempt. I told him to wait, I paddled up beside his kayak canoe, and I held onto it very tightly. I told him to get in while I held it. I had to balance a lot of weight in different directions, while he was crawling in, like 50 lbs to 75 lbs, while I was sitting in a tippy kayak canoe myself.
When he sat down in the cockpit, he was way off balance, exhausted, and in shock. I had to yell at him, again and again, Mike sit up!, Mike sit up!, and I was having to hold onto his kayak canoe very hard in order to keep him from tipping over.
I couldn’t believe it. I was so angry. I wanted to knock the shit out of Mike. If this had happened out in the middle of Patterson Lake, he could have died. He was so tired, so much in shock, so not thinking, that if he would have not made it back into the kayak canoe on the third attempt, he probably would have drowned by trying to swim to shore.
I also realized that Mike could have caused me to drown too. If Mike would have tipped over my kayak canoe out in the middle of Patterson Lake, I probably could have dragged myself back into my kayak canoe once or twice, but with a drowning person trying desperately to get into my kayak canoe, I could have gotten tipped over again, and drowned by trying to swim to shore.
I was disgusted with Mike, and I am disgusted with Mike to this day. What kind of idiot puts their life in danger by trying to grab for a $10 hat? I now see Mike as an idiot and a fool. Mike had not been doing well financially for the several years that I knew him, and I attributed this to him having bad luck, and bad circumstances. Now, I just think of Mike as an idiot.
The point that I want to make is this, I had asked Mike if he could swim, and he said that he had been swimming a mile in the pool a couple of times each week. I warned Mike about the cold water, and he said that last week he had been swimming in Patterson Lake. I warned Mike to just stay near shore until he got used to the kayak canoe, but Mike headed straight across the 1/2 mile wide section of the Lake. Mike tipped over by doing something really stupid, he was unable to get back into the kayak canoe by himself, he was in shock, he became disoriented, and he became exhausted. Not only did Mike nearly drown, he could have caused me to drown too, by trying to help him, when he was in shock and irrational.
There was a drowning on Patterson Lake in April of 2014, when a man and his two children were in a canoe that tipped over. The water was very cold, a boater picked up the two young children, but the father did not make it.
There was a drowning on a lake up near Williston in 2015 or 2016. The man’s body was found first, and a short time later his kayak canoe was found.
What is happening, and what happened to me, is that people go to Menards, WalMart, Runnings, or Tractor Supply and they buy these inexpensive kayak canoes on a whim or the spur of the moment, just for something to do. It is very easy for people to put one of these kayak canoes in the back of their truck and head to a lake and launch it. The very first thing they do is start paddling across the middle of the lake, and they have no understanding of how cold the water is, that they will be in shock if they tip over, and that it will be very difficult or nearly impossible for them to get back in their kayak canoe if they are weak, out of shape, or inexperienced.
After what happened to me, I spent several hours watching videos of people tipping over in kayak canoes, and the difficulty that most people had in getting back into their kayak canoes. Many people were only good for two or three tries, and after that, they were just too weak.
Please, please watch this video, because it shows how cold, weak, and disoriented this kayaker becomes after only two minutes in the water.
In this video, this kayaker is about the same age as my friend Mike. Notice that in two instances this kayaker is able to get back into the cockpit and sit, but he immediately tips over because he is leaning so far to the right. This is exactly what my friend Mike kept doing, and I had to hold onto the kayak canoe very hard, yelling at him again and again to sit up.
This kayaker was unable to get back into his kayak, and he had to call to the person standing on the dock to come get him. Note that if this kayaker had been thinking rationally, he could have lain on the kayak on his belly, and just paddled like he was laying on a surfboard.
Please, I really need to emphasize this, if this man had been in the middle of even a small lake in North Dakota in any month other than June, July, or August, he would have likely died if someone didn’t rescue him within less than ten minutes. He quickly became so weak, disoriented, irrational, that he couldn’t even drape his body across the kayak to save his life.
Near the end of last week I read some breaking news stories about a gasoline supply company having their computer system hacked. I didn’t care very much at the time, it seems like every week a bank, hospital, school district, or government agency has a failure in their computer system security.
It wasn’t until several days later, Tuesday May 11, when I saw photographs of vehicles lined up in Georgia, South Carolina, and North Carolina outside of gas stations with panicked people in a frenzy to buy fuel, that I realized the magnitude of what had happened.
Colonial Pipeline Company supplies 45% of all fuel consumed in the Southeast United States. The attack on their computer system caused Colonial Pipeline to completely shut down its pipeline carrying fuel from Texas to the East Coast on Friday May 7. Within a day or two, residents of the Southeast U.S. began filling up their vehicles and gas cans over fear that there would be a shortage, which soon caused roughly 5%-7% of gas stations to run out of fuel.
In my opinion, maybe because I live in North Dakota, far away from the East Coast, the Main Stream Media did not hype or over emphasize this news story. I think that the MSM might have even downplayed what had happened. I get the impression that it was the citizens themselves which came to their own conclusion that they had better hurry up and go fill up their vehicles and gas cans. Realizing what could happen, thinking ahead, this was probably a smart thing for people to do, I don’t blame them.
What I do want to fault people for, is not realizing overall, that the more people and government protest and interfere with oil and gas pipelines, such as the Keystone XL Pipeline, the Dakota Access Pipeline, and the Enbridge Pipeline, the more that they are guaranteeing there will be fuel shortages in the future.
I hope that everyone will watch what happens because of the Colonial Pipeline shut down, see how it affects people, and imagine what it would be like to not have enough fuel to make it to your job, drop your children off at school, drive a family member to their doctor’s appointment.
Why can’t people understand that blocking pipelines under construction and shutting down pipelines already in operation will lead to fuel shortages, and what the consequences will be?
Because I have written about many different subjects which caused readers to find my website for different reasons, some new followers of my blog post articles may not know why I am writing about Dickinson, North Dakota.
I had lived in Florida, Virginia, Colorado, Texas, Utah, Arizona, and Idaho before I travelled to North Dakota when I was in my early 40s to work here during the 2007-2015 oil boom. For people who were not here, they may have no idea what this oil boom was like.
Prior to 2007, the two largest towns in western North Dakota, Dickinson and Williston, each had a population of about 15,000 people. By 2011 both Dickinson and Williston had each added about 10,000 male workers from out-of-state. Rent and housing prices doubled, then quadrupled. Housing was at over 100% capacity, people were paying rent to sleep in tents in people’s backyards.
I had never been around people who were so hostile, unfriendly, uncooperative, not helpful, nasty, un-Christian and usurious as the local people in Dickinson, North Dakota, especially the women. Initially, and continuing for years afterward I have tried to understand why the people in Dickinson were like this.
Some of my early understanding of the people in Dickinson was valid: The local people in Dickinson were descendants of German and Ukrainian immigrant homesteaders who were historically not friendly people; These Catholic immigrants had been indoctrinated by the Catholic Church principles such as the supremacy of the Pope, the importance of Mass and Communion, but not Christian principles such as treating other people with kindness; Due to the very harsh and barren conditions in North Dakota, charity and hospitality was something that the local people could historically not afford to offer.
I probably need to explain to readers who have never been to North Dakota, that the landscape is primarily empty grassland prairie with very few trees, or badlands filled with almost barren sandstone hills. The immigrant homesteaders who arrived in the 1890s and early 1900s had to build their small houses out of stacked grass sod, and burn dried buffalo dung for heating and cooking. Survival was so difficult, food and supplies were so short, that the practice of charity and hospitality was not possible, and not passed down to this day.
Very soon after arriving in Dickinson in 2011, I realized that there were very few attractive women here. During the next several years I began to understand that attractive women had not made the trip to western North Dakota during the homesteading immigration years of the 1890s through early 1900s. Attractive women were able to escape this fate by employing their charms either back in Germany and Ukraine, at the port of entry cities on the east coast, or somewhere else along the way like Minnesota prior to reaching North Dakota.
Still to this day, attractive women will not come to western North Dakota. If an attractive female is born in western North Dakota, they leave this area after high school, because larger cities are more appealing to them and offer them much more opportunities for higher education, employment, dating, socializing, entertainment, and shopping.
After living in Dickinson for more than several years, I began to realize that its makeup was about 10% white-collar, 30% blue-collar, 40% semi-skilled labor, and 20% naer-do-wells. About 25% of the people in Dickinson have had a history of Meth use, and about 25% of the people in Dickinson have been arrested before. With more than half of its population below the blue-collar level, the Police in Dickinson treat everyone within Dickinson like inmates in a prison work camp, subject to being stopped and questioned at any time.
During the oil boom when out-of-state workers were lured here by false claims that everyone was making $100K per year in the oil field, most of these individuals did not stay for more than a year because it was so difficult and unpleasant living here. Housing was very difficult to obtain and it was very expensive, the climate was extremely cold and windy, the local people were unfriendly and hostile, co-workers were uncooperative and undermining, there were no attractive women, there was nothing to do except go drink in a bar, and the Police circled the bars and restaurants waiting for people to leave in order to give them a DUI.
When the oil boom ended in 2015 due to the price of U.S. oil dropping below $60 per barrel, most of the out-of-state workers left western North Dakota. I thought that North Dakotans were very stupid for blowing the chance to have permanent long-term growth and a larger improved economy. Why would you treat people so shitty, that no one would want to live here? If North Dakotans hadn’t tried to rip these people off so bad with quadrupled housing prices, many of these people would have tried to become permanent residents.
In 2018 I began seeing in the news, more and more articles about people leaving California in large numbers in order to relocate to places like Arizona, Texas, Utah, Idaho, and Montana. The people in California were trying to get away from severe traffic congestion and long commutes to work, high housing prices, high property taxes, high state income taxes, crime, drugs, a large homeless population, excessive government over-regulation, and an abandonment of traditional Christian family values. I don’t blame anyone for wanting to leave California, it’s turning into a disaster.
In 2019 I was a little surprised to see more and more articles about the quickly rising housing prices and housing shortage in Boise, Idaho due to Californians moving in. At first, Californians were paying cash for the asking price of houses for sale in Boise, but by 2020 Californians were in bidding wars with each other, making competing offers above the asking price for houses in Boise. Local people in Boise could not afford to buy a house anymore, they were outbid by Californians.
Boise is not a spectacular city, the things that it offered were low crime, low cost of living, no serious traffic congestion, no pollution, and normalcy with traditional Christian family values and civility in the people who lived there.
I thought to myself, if only the people in Dickinson had not tried to rip-off the out-of-state workers so bad, been so hostile and unfriendly, arrested them for DUI, practically tried to run them out of town, Dickinson could have had growth like Boise and Bozeman. What a shame.
A couple of months ago I had to return to my home in Idaho after having been gone for a year and a half. The reason why I had to leave Idaho in the first place was because there had been a slow-down in the economy in Idaho following the 2008 housing-crises/mortgage-default nationwide downturn cycle. The economy in the small town where I lived and the larger town close by offered few employment opportunities and very low wages, but the quality of life was very good. It was peaceful, laid-back, with low crime, and simple outdoor activities and recreation.
When I was travelling on the interstate highway to get home in March, there was very little traffic in Idaho, the least amount of traffic that I had ever seen. However, when I entered the rural county where I lived in mid-morning, this was the most traffic that I had ever seen on this rural county highway. There was new development everywhere, I was shocked.
When I got to my house, I saw that the 80-acre farm field directly across the street from me had been developed into 1/2-acre lots with large $500K houses. In this small town, there were hardly any people who could afford houses like this, these houses were for Californians.
For the next several days, when I drove into town to handle business at the county office complex, get things at the hardware store, buy groceries, pick up take-out food, I noticed that everyone was in a hurry, pushy, aggressive, driving fast, equal to how people in Phoenix and Salt Lake City behave where there are over a million people, but this town has less than 5,000 people.
I could read the writing on the wall, this rural small town was changing, it didn’t take much, just a hundred Californians moving in. The area where my house was situated in the county, my neighbors to the west, north, and east had lived on their 5-acre or larger properties for twenty years or more. These were rednecks who were truck drivers, heavy equipment operators, building contractors, and mechanics. In my yard and in their yards were work trucks, hobby cars, equipment, travel trailers, truck campers, even horses, cows, and drag-line cranes. How long would it be before the $500K house Californians to the south of us began complaining to the county that we needed to get rid of everything on our property?
I began to feel that it was pointless for me to plan on returning to my home in Idaho to live, it was quickly changing into something that I never wanted it to be, or expected to happen in my lifetime. Even as fucked up and unpleasant as western North Dakota is, I felt that at least there isn’t any traffic, development, or change happening.
It began to dawn on me, that even though I hardly ever gave North Dakotans any credit for being intelligent, I mostly saw them as backward, ignorant, uneducated, short-sighted, and not seeing the big-picture, maybe North Dakotans had the right idea to treat people like shit and try to run them off.
About five months ago, there was a local man named Schmidt in his 90s who left a couple of mean nasty comments explaining to me that many North Dakotans did not want out-of-state people here, that they were going to mess things up, and that in the long-term the local economy could not sustain very many new people here due to the nature of it being primarily rural and agricultural. That the oil boom brought people here, who could not do well here after the oil boom went away.
I will acknowledge now, that even though people in western North Dakota are not very educated, and they didn’t explain themselves very well, somehow they knew that they had to try to discourage the out-of-state workers from thinking that they were going to move here permanently, because once the oil boom went away and there were too many people living here, it would be impossible for all of these people to survive in a simple small-town rural agricultural economy.
The other thing, that the not very educated, not very articulate North Dakotans didn’t explain very well, but knew, is that they didn’t want their way of life to change. By being mean, usurious, unfriendly, hostile, unhospitable, uncooperative, not helpful, and having ugly women, they kept people from staying here or wanting to come here. No new development here, don’t come here.
I used to write that by me pointing out what was wrong with Dickinson, by writing the truth about Dickinson, that if I could get people to see this, that this would be a step towards change for the better. I have begun to accept the reality that I do not like people, I don’t want to be around people, the fewer people that I have to deal with the better. By the people in Dickinson being so mean, hostile, and unfriendly etcetera, this has caused people to leave this area and not want to come to this area. Previously I thought that this was a mistake, but now I don’t think so anymore.
I have been living in rural western North Dakota for over nine years. I have spent a great deal of time trying to analyze, study, and learn about western North Dakota in order to understand why it is the way that it is. Writing about North Dakota and trying to explain it clearly to other people, has caused me to search more thoroughly into its history, culture, politics, people, and businesses.
I don’t really like North Dakotans. They are very different from the southern rednecks that I grew up with in small town Florida. In the small town that I grew up in, my enemies were more friendly, cooperative, and likable than most of the people in Dickinson, North Dakota.
But in order to understand the reason for this, you would have to know that the ancestors of the people in Dickinson were Land-Grant Homesteaders, poor Catholic immigrants from Germany and Ukraine. They were hard-headed and stubborn people who came from very harsh cold conditions growing wheat on windy barren grasslands, to the same thing here, with probably even fewer trees and fewer resources.
The German and Ukrainian settlers who came to western North Dakota had to build very small 10’x12′ houses constructed out of stacked grass sod because there were hardly any trees. They burned dried buffalo dung for heating and cooking. It was a very hard and difficult life. In the winter during blizzards, it was not unusual for people, especially children to become lost and die after attempting to use the out-house.
The very hard life of the ancestors of the people in Dickinson is one of the reasons why the people here have a culture that is not very friendly or hospitable. Another reason why the people here are not friendly and cooperative, is because they have a memory of feeling used, taken advantage of, and being discarded after the 1950s oil boom, the late 1970s oil boom, and the most recent oil boom 2007-2015.
One of the few things that I enjoy about western North Dakota, is its barrenness. In a way, it’s kind of like being on the ocean. The grasslands roll up and down like waves, stretching to the horizon. Over the past nine years of living here, with very long drives of an hour or more to get to my work locations, it has dawned on me that I prefer this barrenness to anything else.
Probably due to my increasing old age, bad health, and irritability I can’t see myself ever being able to cope with civilization again. When I returned to my home in rural eastern Idaho a little over a month ago, I was shocked to see that the 80-acre farm field across the street from my house had recently been developed into large new $400,000 houses on 1/2-acre lots for California buyers. This was happening all across this rural, agricultural county in Idaho.
When I went into the county services building to handle the business that I had returned to Idaho for, the attitude of the administrators had changed to where they were acting more like California people, instead of small-town people like it used to be. When I telephoned one of the older, established, wealthy business people in town to ask him what had happened, he laughed and laughed, and said that he agreed with my disgust, he and his wife were moving soon after having lived here for most of their lives. Look on the bright side he said, at least we can get a good price for our houses.
I couldn’t believe it, as much as I hate North Dakota, I don’t know where else I could live now, even rural eastern Idaho is being overrun by the Californians. I can only handle miles and miles of vacant land, with only an occasional passing vehicle, more people than this is uncomfortable for me now.
I was looking forward to riding my motorcycle through rural, vacant North Dakota this Spring and Summer, stopping at the abandoned towns that used to exist in western North Dakota. You can find these towns by spotting old churches, school houses, and grain elevators in the distance as you drive on highways, or you can look them up on the internet.
I had already begun researching, visiting, and writing about some of these towns, but I had not begun photographing them or videoing them until this past weekend. This past weekend I had also ridden around trying to find access roads that would allow me to ride up to the top of some local buttes, but I was unsuccessful.
DeSart
I began this blog post article by explaining that western North Dakotans are unfriendly, and I gave some reasons for this. Just about every farm field that I rode beside was posted “No Trespassing”, as was every access way to get to the top of the local buttes. The reasons for this, are that the farmers are tired of people tearing up their property, leaving ruts, leaving garbage, getting stuck and needing to be pulled out, and having legal liability if someone gets hurt. Plus they are tired of people hunting on their land without permission.
The point of me videoing the miles and miles of vacant grassland prairie, the abandoned towns, and the views from the buttes, was to show people elsewhere how peaceful it was, how undeveloped the land was. I was going to video this as an adventure motorcycle ride, probably using a Go-Pro helmet mounted camera.
I started to consider that I would possibly be giving people from elsewhere the wrong idea, that what I was showing was “open range”, that a person could drive or ride anywhere in any direction. This is definitely not the case, every foot of every pasture, even the buttes themselves are owned by someone. I could try and try to warn readers and viewers that you can’t just ride up the side of a butte or set up camp on top of a butte, that this is all private property, but they would probably do it anyway thinking that they wouldn’t get caught.
And then I began to realize, what if a wealthy real estate developer from California or New York sees one of my videos taken in the Spring or Summer, where everything looks vacant, green, and easy? They could get the impression that there is so much acreage that it must be cheap, easy to obtain, not difficult to develop, sub-divide, and sell off as hundreds of 1/4-acre home lots for $20K.
With my very recent experience of feeling like I’m being driven out of my home in eastern Idaho by the Californians, and the only place that I know where there isn’t a lot of people is here, why would I risk ruining my local area of western North Dakota by making adventure videos for people around the World to see?
Finally, I realized something that I never had before, something that North Dakotans themselves were not able to verbalize or explain clearly: They are not friendly, hospitable, or cooperative because they do not want people here, they do not want people here because it will ruin everything. More people and development would forever ruin the way of life here, there would be no way of undoing it or ever getting it back once it’s gone.
Should North Dakota Representative Luke Simons have hired a 1%er motorcycle gang instead of an attorney?
In 2012 I went to work in the oil field of west Texas for a short while. When I got off of work in the evenings I went to a restaurant bar in Crystal City called Miguelitos. Several nights a week I would see and talk to a couple of older men who were friends, one was a heavy equipment operator who had just come back from Kuwait, and the other was a Sergeant-At-Arms for a 1%er motorcycle gang.
For those of you who don’t know, the 1%er motorcycle gangs are the Hells Angels, Outlaws, and the Bandidos. The internet lists a few additional 1%er motorcycle gangs. Why some of these are listed now as “clubs”, I don’t know.
Back in 2010-2013 after the real estate market crash, the “housing bubble” bust, there were many newspaper stories about strangers moving into people’s vacant houses, and refusing to leave. Very often, when the Police were called to get these uninvited occupants out of other people’s houses, they would claim to either have a rental agreement or a purchase agreement with someone, which would cause the Police to throw up their hands saying, “There is nothing we can do, this is a civil matter, you are going to have to take them to court.”
Since I had to leave my house in Idaho in 2011 to work in North Dakota, and then go to work in Texas in 2012, I was worried that some “squatters” were going to move into my house back in Idaho, and I wouldn’t be able to get them out. Once the Police make the mistake of not handling these cases like a straight up “breaking & entering” and “trespassing”, and instead say “This is a civil matter”, the homeowner then has to hire an attorney, wait for court dates and proceedings, because the squatters are being treated like tenants with legal rights.
I was discussing these types of legal cases with my two older friends one night while eating at Miguelitos, and the Sergeant-At-Arms told me a story. There was an acquaintance of his that had inherited a large house, that was divided into several rental units. The tenants were a bunch of trash who wouldn’t pay the rent, and they wouldn’t leave. The owner had hired an attorney, paid him several thousand dollars, gone to court, but they couldn’t get these people out of this house.
As a favor, the 1%er motorcycle gang offered to get these people to leave, if the owner wanted. When they showed up, he said, “Man, there was people jumping out the windows to get away.” Literally, there were people jumping out of the windows to get away. It was no longer a matter of asking anyone to leave, they were trying to get away.
I thought about this, and I remembered this. If you ever want something to get done, and the Police won’t do anything, a lawyer can’t do anything, and the courts don’t work, see if a 1%er motorcycle gang can help. Why not just go to a 1%er gang in the first place?
If North Dakota Representative Luke Simons would have gone to a 1%er motorcycle gang for help, here is what might have happened:
ND House Of Representatives Majority Leader Chet Pollert’s wife Corine would have driven down to Luke’s house and apologized to him profusely for any misunderstanding. She would be saying that Chet would have come himself, except for he was in the hospital after the chain came off his bicycle….
Inforum Communications reporter Rob Port would have switched to becoming a Sports Writer, choosing to not ever write about anything other than Sports, ever.
Inforum Communications would have published a nice, complimentary, in-depth article on Representative Luke Simons, explaining how unfortunate it was that Luke was so misunderstood.
Attorney Lynn Boughey would have uncovered a billing error and given Luke back a large amount of money.
Lastly, try to picture the look of surprise on Luke’s face, when Rep Emily O’Brien walked up to Luke, stood there, and said in a quiet voice, “Luke, I’m sorry for what happened. From now on, I’ll wear whatever you tell me to wear.”
In April of 2020, almost one year ago, I wrote a blog post article about an independent auto repair shop in Dickinson, North Dakota that I could no longer use anymore because of a truck repair estimate that they messed up.
I have owned this particular 1/2-ton 4×4 pickup truck for the past eleven years. In 2016, this pickup truck was stolen by a well-known truck thief in Dickinson who intended on keeping this truck, and while he had it he replaced the front axle half-shafts with used ones from a salvage vehicle. When he installed the passenger-side half-shaft, he damaged the axle-seal which caused it to leak gear oil from the center differential.
(Note: On 4×4 pickup trucks, the front axle universal joints, also known as CV-joints, constant velocity joints, these wear out every 50K miles or so. The bearings in the universal joints wear out, break apart, and fall out, which causes the front wheels to make a clank-clank-clank sound while driving at low speeds. You can look at and feel the universal joints to determine if the bearings are bad. Both front universal joints were very bad on my 1/2-ton pickup truck before it was stolen, the front wheel clanking noise was loud. Replacing the entire half-shaft assembly is less costly in time and labor than trying to replace just the worn-out universal joint.)
When I got this stolen truck back, I wanted to just get its front axle leak fixed at first, because I didn’t know if there was any other damage. If it turned out that in order to get at this front axle seal on the passenger side, its half-shaft had to be taken out, I wanted the half-shaft assembly to be replaced too because it looked old and worn-out, it came off a salvage vehicle.
The independent repair shop in Dickinson that I took this truck to for an estimate, they told me that in order to replace this passenger-side axle-seal, they would need to take apart the center-differential, so I might as well get both sides done. Since both axle half-shafts would have to come out, I said that I wanted both of these half-shafts replaced.
The independent repair shop worked up an estimate to replace the front axle-seals on both sides, for $900. Keep in mind that the axle-seals only cost about $10 each, the cost of this repair is mostly labor to disassemble and re-assemble everything, that is why I wanted the half-shafts replaced too, because they looked worn-out. I noticed in this estimate that the cost of the half-shafts was not included. The service writer said to me, “What, you wanted the half-shafts replaced too?” This would have added at least another $200 to this $900 estimate.
Here is why I was so angry:
At a dealership service department in Dickinson, I had already been given an estimate in the past to replace both front universal joints and seals on this particular 1/2-ton pickup truck for a total of $750. I could have gotten this whole job completed at the dealer for $750, with new universal joints.
For this repair, most of the cost is labor, taking everything apart. If I am going to have to pay over $500 in labor just to replace two $10 axle seals, and the axle half-shafts are now out of the vehicle and look old, now is the time to replace them, instead of spending $500 in labor all over again to take everything apart a year or two from now to replace the half-shafts or universal joints.
This estimate got up to $900 to replace two $10 seals, and even though I said at least twice that I wanted the old, salvage-vehicle half-shafts replaced, they left this out of the estimate and weren’t going to do this.
The point of this long story, this week I got the passenger side front axle seal replaced on this 1/2-ton pickup truck for a total of $165. $165!!!
Since this long story happened a year ago, and because of my experiences with dealership service departments in Dickinson, North Dakota giving me high-price repair estimates for work that I didn’t ask for and didn’t want to have done, I began looking to buy vehicles and have vehicle repair work done far away from Dickinson.
At this time, I am not going to give out the name of this repair place that is inexpensive because I have a lot more work that I need to get done on other vehicles and I don’t want them to become flooded. I suggest that the readers try to begin looking and asking for repair estimates far away from Dickinson.
Each year Prairie Business Magazine selects 25 women in the North Dakota region for recognition in the areas of leadership, entrepreneurship, community service, and professional success. When these women are presented, I look through the biographies of each of them until I am generally satisfied with their credentials, and hopefully find nothing that sticks in my craw, as has happened before.
Then, I go back and decide which of these women has a striking appearance, which one holds promise, which one has potential, which one could be entertaining, interesting, spirited, passionate. God knows I’m not looking for a wife. In short, I find the Sporting Man’s pick of these Top 25 Women In Business.
Beginning at the start of the Prairie Business Magazine article and proceeding to its end, here are my picks:
Amanda Torok, Senior Vice President of Culture, Gate City Bank, Fargo, N.D.
“Amanda Torok has been shining a light on Gate City Bank’s culture for the past six years… As the SVP of Culture, her department oversees the bank’s
social media, internal communication, training, philanthropic giving
and more….Having a passion for dance since a young age, Torok has been
teaching classes at Red River Dance, a non-profit dance studio, for
more than 14 years…She is also an avid supporter of organizations within her community such as Giving Hearts Day, Emergency Food Pantry and YWCA Cass Clay.”
Yes, Amanda is a nice, healthy, strong looking young lady with beautiful long blond hair. I am very pleased that she has been teaching dancing for the past 14 years, Good Heavens, I’m sure she’s fit!
Brenda Moore, Controller, TSP, Inc. Sioux Falls, S.D.
“….Her leadership helped the 90-year-old architectural and engineering firm emerge
from 2020 strongly positioned for growth…Moore graduated from Augustana University with bachelor’s degrees in economics, professional accountancy, and business administration. She joined TSP, Inc. in 2007 as an accountant and was promoted to controller in April 2013…The mother of two children, Moore seeks out volunteer activities where she can make a difference in the lives of other youngsters. As a mentor with Junior Achievement of South Dakota, she works with kindergarten students and middle-schoolers. She also volunteers with the Sioux Empire United
Way, her church, and other community nonprofits such as The Banquet
feeding ministry and the BackPack program for low-income school children.”
Brenda is a pleasant looking young woman, with a seemingly easy-going disposition. I doubt you’ll get much arguing and complaining from her.
Cathrine Grimsrud, Managing Director of Mineral and Land Services, VP for Wealth Management, First International Bank & Trust, Bismarck, ND
“Cathrine Grimsrud joined First International Bank & Trust in late 2019
following a decade in the oil and gas industry…Grimsrud holds law degrees from both the University of Oslo-Faculty of Law and the University of North Dakota School of Law. She has held several different positions including land manager and legal counsel for private and public oil companies, and recently served as senior attorney for a large Houston-based exploration and production corporation…She is originally from Norway and loves horses, skiing, travelling, and hiking – especially in the Norwegian mountains. She resides in Bismarck with her two children.”
Hold It! Stop! Wait! I Can’t Go On!
I was trying to write an article that was fun, funny, and entertaining, showcasing the attractive women of Prairie Business Magazine’s Top 25 Women In Business, but I can’t. As I am going down the list of these women in the article, reading their biographies, and trying to come up with why they are attractive, desirable, fun to be with, exciting, and arousing, I can’t do it.
It seemed to me as I was reading through the biographies of these Top 25 Women, that about 1/3 of the attractive women were single with no children, and 1/3 of the attractive women were unmarried with children. Wait, what? I would have thought that almost all of these attractive and successful women would be married, why wouldn’t they be married?
I thought and wondered, “These single attractive women with no children, with both an education and successful career, why aren’t they married? Why don’t they have a husband? Are their standards so high, are they so disagreeable, are they so demanding that men won’t stick around?” I can’t continue to write about how they are desirable, exciting, fun to be with, and arousing, when they probably definitely are not.
Even more off-putting to me, were the very successful women with children, who no longer had a husband. Very successful, with kids, without a husband? To me, this would be the same as “A very successful poor person” or “A very successful homeless person” or “A very highly educated 8th grader”, it doesn’t make sense, it’s a contradiction.
How can a very educated and intelligent woman, make a solemn vow before God, “Do you take this man, to be your lawful wedded husband…for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, till death do you part?” To make perhaps the most important decision of her life in choosing a husband, to take a vow before God, to enter into a legal marriage contract, to begin having his children, only to later change her mind? Is this insanity? I don’t even want to think of the mental unraveling it takes to try to get out of, and go back on your word in this ultimate, highest commitment you can make in this lifetime.
I can’t even joke or kid about being with any of these women. I recommend that men stay far, far away from these women.
The Holy Bible, Ecclesiastes 7:26:
I find more bitter than death the woman who is a snare, whose heart is a trap and whose hands are chains. The man who pleases God will escape her, but the sinner she will ensnare.
The Holy Bible, Proverbs 21:9:
It is better to live in a corner of a roof
Than in a house shared with a contentious woman.
The Holy Bible, Proverbs 5:
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:
4 But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword.
5 Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
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