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Housing, Employment, Cost of Living

Answering A Reader’s Questions About Buying A Home Now In Dickinson, North Dakota

Do not buy a home now in Dickinson, North Dakota unless the price is very low, and it is a property that you will be able to rent out in the future.  I will thoroughly explain why I make this statement.  But I need to caution you right away that you do not want to let your employer or your coworkers find out that you are having any hesitation in wanting to buy a home in Dickinson.  Employers want to see that their employees are committed to being here, that they are dependent on their job here, and that they don’t plan on leaving.  Your coworkers will tell on you, believe me they will.  They all know that you are renting, and that you are looking at houses to buy.  The husband needs to blame the wife, that she is just so picky, the wife says, “The yard is too dark, the yard is too small, the bathroom is too small, the closets are too small, the kitchen is outdated, the bedrooms are too small.”  That way, everybody will just think that there is no pleasing his wife, everybody might even feel sorry for the husband, and have admiration for him in persevering with such a difficult wife.  The wife can blame the husband for not being able to find the right house, and everybody will just think the wife is crazy.  However, no one can find out that the truth is you are skeptical about buying a house in Dickinson right now.

Reasons not to buy a house in Dickinson, North Dakota right now:

  1. There is about a 50% chance that the oil field work in western North Dakota will continue to decrease, for years.  Not only will oil field related jobs continue to decrease, all jobs in all areas of the economy will subsequently decrease.  You can research this for yourself by reading about the history of North Dakota, and by talking to old local people that are not in business or real estate.  A good website to read is “A Brief History Of North Dakota Oil Production”, which is a collection of newspaper articles from the past about the Oil Boom in the 1950s, and the Oil Boom in the 1970s.  Supplement your reading by talking to old blue collar workers in Dickinson.  They will tell you about the difficulty in getting any employment for ten years after the 1970s Oil Boom, and that all employment was very low wage.  What I am telling you is there is a 50% chance that you or your husband may lose your job in a year or two, and that so will everybody else.  You will not want to live here, because there will be very few jobs, and they will be low paying jobs.  You will not be able to sell your house, because everyone else will be trying to sell their house too, and no one will have any money.  This all happened before in Dickinson, go read about it for yourself, and go ask old local blue collar workers.
  2. This is somewhat related to Reason #1, but I need to explain this separately.  I will begin by saying that the home prices are too high in Dickinson right now.  But let’s just say that you find a home that you like for $350,000 right now, and that this price seems fair.  Reading about the history of Dickinson, and talking to old local people, you find out what happened after the Oil Boom of the 1970s.  Based on what happened in the past, this house that you bought for $350,000 right now, two years from now if the oil field work has continued to decrease, you might not be able to sell this house for $180,000 because everyone else will be trying to sell their house too, no one will want to live here, and no one will have any money.  It is not that your house is worth so little money, it is that no one wants it, everybody wants to leave.  Do you want to lose that much money?  Are you prepared to leave the state and rent your house out?  Is your house the kind of property that you could rent out?
  3. There is a 50% chance that the price of oil will climb, will remain high, and oil drilling operations will begin again in North Dakota.  You can go and read for yourself news articles from all the different oil companies where they state, “In order for our company to begin again with drilling operations, the price of oil would have to climb to over $60 per barrel and remain there for several months before we would take any action.  Then, at that time we would begin bringing personnel back in all areas of operations.  It would take nine to twelve months to get enough personnel back to resume full operation.”  What this means to me, is that as long as the price of oil is low, employment in North Dakota will not increase. There will continue to be new apartment buildings with occupancy rates of 30%.  Apartment rents will continue to decrease, consequently house rents will continue to decrease.  There is no justification for home prices to remain high, other than wishful thinking of the homeowners and real estate agents.  Where are the owners of these houses that are for sale?  Are they still making high wages in the oil field, probably not.  How long can they afford to pay $2,000 to $3,000 per month mortgages, not forever, because if they could afford to wait, they would just wait for the Oil Boom to come back and make a profit.  They are not waiting because they can’t wait, they need to sell, more and more each day as they keep having to pay their mortgages, and new apartment rents become lower and lower.  A buyer right now can afford to wait for prices to drop in Dickinson.  A buyer should look at everything that is available, know what is available, and wait.  If the price of oil climbs for several months, and remains high for several months, and oil companies begin increasing their personnel, that might be the time to consider buying a house if you plan on staying in Dickinson and the oil field may be busy for more than a couple of years.  But you will have several months of advance warning before you have to decide whether to buy or not.
  4. Since you don’t have to hurry up and buy anything right now,  Keep Looking.  I would not only be looking for my ideal house, I would be looking for something that might be a really good deal.  This good deal could be a house closer to Belfield, South Heart, Richardton, or Gladstone, that may have so much land, have such a good view, or be so low priced that you feel it is too good to pass up.

To answer your question about real estate agents, property managers, and property investors gouging people.  Prior to 2007, there were three bedroom/two bathroom older homes in Dickinson that sold for $30,000 to $40,000 and rented for about $400 to $600 per month.  Retail workers, restaurant workers, construction workers, and retirees lived in these homes.  By 2011 these rents had increased to $3,000 per month, about five to six times what they had been.  The retail worker and restaurant worker wages increased by maybe 40%.  The construction worker wages increased by maybe 50% to 60%.  The retiree income might have increased by 5%.  But the rent increased by 500%.

All over Dickinson, the price of goods and services increased.  Grocery prices might have increased 15%, car repair prices might have increased 15% to %25.  Everybody could understand 15% to 25% price increases, but not the 500% housing price increase.  Everybody who moved to Dickinson to work was angry about the cost of housing and being ripped off.  Everybody who moved to Dickinson decided right away that as soon as the Oil Boom was over, they were leaving.  No one wanted to stay or could afford to stay after they lost their oil field job.  The real estate agents, property managers, and property investors might have been able to gouge people for about five years, but the people got gouged so bad that they all left, and now nobody wants to live here.  All the other business owners have the real estate agents, property managers, and property investors to thank for ruining what could have been permanent growth of the area.  All over the United States for the next fifty years, people will be talking about how bad North Dakota was, and really most of everybody’s bad experience was being gouged on housing.

Kaycee Hutzenbiler, “Hop”, Belfield, North Dakota

Recently I was at an event where the Outlaw Sippin Band and the Sawdust Band performed.  I have watched Outlaw Sippin play at Alive @ 5, First On First, Buffalo Gap, and the High Plains Cultural Center.  I think that they are a good band and I have written about them several times in this blog.  I have seen the Sawdust Band play several times, and they are pretty good, but they don’t have Emil Anheluk playing accordion and fiddle.

I believe that I have seen every performer at Alive @ 5, and First On First in Dickinson 2014, 2015, and 2016.  I recognize and acknowledge that Gwen Sebastian and Kat Perkins are very talented and well liked.  I also like the two sisters with their band Tigir Lily.  The first time I heard the Zeona Road Band from South Dakota, I was very impressed, and I thought that they have a very good chance to be as well known, well liked, and as commercially successful as Miranda Lambert, somebody like that.

When I was at this recent event with Outlaw Sippin and Sawdust, I didn’t expect to see anything new or different.  Beni Paulson was playing the drums, which I had never seen him do before, that I can remember.  He did good, didn’t seem too uncomfortable, but I don’t think this is his favorite thing.  When Sawdust was going to play, Beni got up from the drums and let this small girl take his place.

This girl was in her early twenties, about 5′-4″, 110 pounds, medium length black hair, she was cute.  She seemed a little timid at first and through the first couple of songs.  She kept the beat O.K. , but was lighter and softer on the drums than a guy would have been.  After maybe about ten to fifteen minutes, she sang lead vocals.

She has a very good soft voice. I was trying to think of who to compare her voice to, and I think that it is most like Belinda Carlisle, but as I listened and paid attention, I think that her voice is better than Belinda Carlisle’s voice.  I would also compare her voice to Natalie Merchant in its niceness and smoothness.  I think that she would sound great singing Belinda Carlisle or Natalie Merchant songs, not mimicking them, but singing just as her own voice is.

I was thinking that she would also sound good singing Blondie songs.  As I was considering these things, I realized that she was more into her drumming now, probably because she had warmed up and had loosened up.  She was a good drummer.  She sounded different than male drummers.  I could hear it in my head before I could figure out why she sounded different.  Guys have heavier arms, shoulders, and hands, and I am thinking that their drum sticks come off the drum milliseconds later than her. You can hear it especially when she is working on just one drum, her sticks are getting off the surface quicker and you can hear the difference, it is clearer and sharper.

I was thinking that this quick, sharp, lighter handed beating, was something that a rabbit would do.  She drums like a rabbit with rabbit paws and feet.  My favorite drummer looks like a gargoyle, plays drums like a gargoyle, and is the most recognizable drummer that I have seen.  I like the band he is in, because of him.  This girl is cute, pretty, has a very good voice, plays drums well, and like a rabbit, you can hear the difference.  I will go to see Sawdust, just because of her.

I went and asked people who she was, and they told me her name was KC.  I said that she has a very good voice, and everyone agreed, and added, “She looks good too.”  I wanted to tell her after she got done playing that she sounded very good, but when she got off her stool, she was gone, and out of there.

I looked up the Sawdust Band on the internet when I got home.  Her name is Kaycee Hutzenbiler, and she is from Belfield.  From the little that there is to read about her, I am worried and concerned that she has been overlooked, and her talent not recognized locally.

Back in the 1980s, the band the GoGos became popular and successful just because of their good sound, I don’t think that any of the GoGos had years of training, they just went out and played, and everybody liked them.  That is exactly what Kaycee needs to do now, just get out and perform.  Now, don’t wait!

I did some research about rabbits playing drums, and there was a 2011 movie about a rabbit who plays the drums who moves to Los Angeles to be in a band, the name of the movie is “Hop”.  This is a good name for Kaycee, “Hop”.

Trying To Change Things In Dickinson And Watford City, North Dakota

In my blog posts I have written about: The Dickinson Mafia, Dickinson State University, Dickinson Police Department, Dickinson Chamber of Commerce, Watford City Chamber of Commerce, Watford City Police Department, Belfield, Gladstone, Catholics, Bohemians, Black People, Mexicans, Real Estate Agents, Property Developers, Property Investors, White Trash, Jessie Veeder, Dan Porter, Kristi Schwartz, Bill and Kamal Patel, Outlaw Sippin Band, Codi Miller, Marinna Marsh, Eric Smallwood, Bigfoot, UFOs, women, bartenders, prostitution, restaurants, and that arrogant Mexican who owns that Mexican restaurant.

Many people are mad at me.  I will suffer some negative consequences as time goes by and people figure out that it is me who wrote these things about them.  There are at least three things that I accomplish when I write about Dickinson and Watford City:  I give the readers from out-of-state a better understanding of what is going on in western North Dakota; I point out things to the local readers that they might want to think about, consider, and change; and I cause the local people who are directly involved to think about what they are doing and maybe change what they are doing.  It is worthwhile to me to give truthful information to people from out-of-state to save them from having problems, and to try to cause some things to change in Dickinson and Watford City that will benefit everyone.

There are some things that I write about, that no one else addresses in public, and the Dickinson Press newspaper will not write about.  There are some things that I write about, that no one thought needed to be written about.  The following are some subjects that I have written about that I still think are important:

  • The Dickinson Mafia.  The Dickinson Mafia exerted beneficial control over development in Dickinson.  The town of Dickinson is very organized and clean, even though it just went through an Oil Boom.  However one of the things that the Dickinson Mafia should have done was grab hold of all the Real Estate Agents and Property Investors by their necks and said, “You are not going to fuck up this beneficial growth of Dickinson by ripping off all these people so bad, that they can’t wait to leave here when this boom is over!  Do you understand that you are going to ruin the whole economic future of Dickinson for years to come with your short-sighted gouging that is only going to last a couple of years?”
  • Dickinson State University.  I quit going to the West River Community Center in 2013 because of all the hoodlum street thugs, which were here in Dickinson because they were brought here by DSU.  Everybody in Dickinson noticed this, where did all these inner city street street thugs come from?, my God, it’s DSU that is recruiting them here!  In about 2015, I think that Dickinson State University quit doing this, because I don’t see as many hoodlum street thugs in Dickinson as I used to.
  • Dickinson Chamber of Commerce and Watford City Chamber of Commerce.  At first, the Dickinson Chamber of Commerce and the Watford City Chamber of Commerce did not want to allow my blog on the first page of Google search results, but now they don’t fight with my blog as much.  Probably, the Chamber of Commerce wants people from out-of-state to know that housing prices are very high, that most people who come to North Dakota to work will not make $100,000 per year, that it is very cold for about seven months each year, and that there is no homeless shelter.
  • Jessie Veeder.  Jessie Veeder is a singer, writer, and photographer from Watford City.  I wish that she would write about Watford City and North Dakota exactly how it is, not how she wants it to be.  She should know from her grandparents, parents, and old people in Watford City how hard life in North Dakota had been, how poor people were, and how much of a struggle it was to survive.  It is very important that people in North Dakota know and never forget how hard and difficult it was for people up until this most recent Oil Boom.  People here need to know this so that they conserve everything they have, don’t waste anything, and don’t live foolishly.  There has been about a twenty-five year gap between Oil Booms in North Dakota.
  • Women, bartenders, restaurants, and prostitution.  It took me a while to catch on, but I am now 100% certain, that the single women who came to North Dakota to work had something wrong with them.  There are jobs in human resources, nursing, administrative assistant, banking, retail, hotel, bartending, and waitressing, everywhere in the United States.  A woman could make more money in these occupations in Florida, Texas, New York, Arizona, or California and live in a more comfortable and better social environment.  With the cost of housing in western North Dakota, there was no financial advantage to women in these occupations to move to North Dakota.  The thing was, they were so fucking crazy, that they could not get a job in Florida, Texas, New York, Arizona, or California, a background check or even just talking to them for five minutes would reveal that there was something wrong with them.  In North Dakota, there was a shortage of workers, so employers didn’t do much of a background check or much of an interview to exclude crazy people.  In addition to the extremely cold weather, very high housing prices, lack of things to do, and shortage of women, when you did go to a restaurant or a bar, the women servers were crazy and had something wrong with them.  I argued and argued in this blog that prostitution should have been allowed in western North Dakota due to the shortage of women.  I argued that housewives didn’t want truck drivers, construction workers, and oil field workers trying to solicit them everywhere they went.  But I was wrong about prostitution, if all the waitresses and bartender women had something wrong with them, I can’t even imagine how horrible the prostitutes would have been.

 

Having A Young Attractive Girlfriend In Watford City Is Like Having A Monkey

Having a young attractive girlfriend in Watford City is like having a monkey, because everybody wants to come and look at it.

When I was about 11 years old, riding my bicycle, some chubby kid coming the other way on the sidewalk said, “Hey, they got a monkey over there, they got a monkey.” I asked where is this?  And the chubby kid said right down there at the house on the corner.  I rode down there, and there was no monkey, but there was a wooden crate up in a tree, and a long leash tied to one of the tree branches.

I rode about six blocks home to my neighborhood, and talked to the neighbor kids about the alleged monkey.  One of the kid’s older brothers had seen it.  Nobody told me.  Anyway, the owner would let it out from time to time, but not for very long because it would attract too many kids.  The kids would get all excited and start yelling, and the monkey would get all exited, jumpy, and upset, which he didn’t want.  Everybody asked where did he get it, how much did it cost, and how can I get one.

The same thing happens to guys in Watford City that have young attractive girlfriends, everybody wants to come and look at it, wanting to know where they got it, and how much did it cost.  I usually go and look at their girlfriends when they leave them sitting in the truck.  One of my neighbors has to drive fast past me because I always try to look at his girlfriend.

This is not a bad idea, because I do talk to some people’s girlfriends when they aren’t at home.  One very attractive 21 year old girlfriend does talk to me about three times a week before her boyfriend gets home from work, because she refuses to live like some guy’s monkey.  She wants to go outside in Watford City, and do things, and go places like everybody else.  She knows that everybody looks at her, but she is not going to let this keep her from going outside.

The last place she lived, somebody broke into her apartment, went through all of her stuff, and the only thing that they took, was all of her underwear.  She was mad that she didn’t have any underwear, the only pair she had left was one that was in the dirty laundry basket.  I was thinking, “Why would they take all her underwear from her drawers?  That would be like getting new ladies’ underwear from the store.  What is the point in that?  What they should have done if they liked her, was take the underwear that she had been wearing, that would be the underwear to take.”  I was going to explain this to her, but then I thought, no, I better not.

Outlaw Sippin And The Green River Gargoyles Of Gladstone

Gladstone, North Dakota is fifteen miles east of Dickinson on Interstate 94.  The town of Gladstone sits high above the Green River which runs through the center of town.  The population of Gladstone according to the 2010 Census was 239.

Gladstone has a Highway that runs through it, called “The Enchanted Highway” that has ten of the largest scrap metal sculptures in the world depicting such things as birds, fish, and grasshoppers.

In the 1970s Gladstone had the “Green River Concerts” which were outdoor music concerts that lasted through the day and into the night, with a high amount of alcohol being consumed, along with marijuana, and LSD.  Some of my older friends in Dickinson who are in their 60s, start giggling when I ask them about the time people demanded to have some of their wine, and they didn’t know that the wine had LSD in it, and they had never taken LSD before, and they went out of their minds in the fields in Gladstone that night.  This is probably why they quit having the Green River Concerts.

This may have been when people in Gladstone started seeing gargoyles.  Some people said, “How can you tell the difference between gargoyles and North Dakotans?”  Some people said that the gargoyles had wings and could fly, which makes them different than North Dakotan people.  A mayor of Gladstone, I’m not going to say which one, said,”I don’t want anybody to shoot at, or try to kill what they think is a gargoyle.  It could be somebody’s kid, or somebody who has something wrong with them.  I have a call in to Fish & Game, and until I have something back from them in writing, I don’t want anybody trying to shoot one.”

The towns people said, “Can we at least call Outlaw Sippin, they investigated the Giant Sea Squid of Sakakawea and that Dennis Johnson thing?”  (Is it any wonder that they would call Outlaw Sippin?  Beni Paulson lives not ten miles away in Richardton.)

The Outlaw Sippin band consists of Brady Paulson, Beni Paulson, Emil Anheluk, and Jessie Veeder.  Jessie Veeder likes to take photographs, so it was her job to stay around Gladstone and try to photograph a gargoyle.  Brady and Beni thought that the gargoyles might be living in the coal mine shafts between Dickinson and Gladstone, so they went to look there.  Emil thought that the gargoyles might have something to do with the Assumption Abbey in Richardton, so Emil went there.

The Assumption Abbey is a Benedictine Monastery that was built in Richardton in 1899.  Today one of the things that the monks do at the monastery is make soap, which they sell at their gift shop.  When Emil went to the monastery to follow his hunch, he didn’t want to let on what he was doing.  He started talking to the monks about the monastery, and what it was like there.  The monks offered to let Emil stay there in an extra room in the dormitory, to dine with them, and to participate in their activities.

A day came and went with Emil living in the dormitory, dining in the hall with all the monks, making soap, and chanting.  Emil liked chanting.  Emil liked it so much and was having such a good time, that he soon forgot about the gargoyles and why he was there.  Had it not been for an intervention by Brady and Beni, Emil might still be there to this day.

Well, Jessie Veeder was supposed to be taking photographs of a gargoyle, and she didn’t see one, and she started talking to people, and there is a bar in Gladstone, and Brady and Beni had to go get her too, and this turned out to be not one of their better cases, but nobody got hurt, and maybe I shouldn’t have even talked about this case.

 

Belfield, North Dakota Is Like Small Towns In Florida Forty Years Ago

Belfield, North Dakota is twenty miles west of Dickinson, on Interstate 94.  Probably a million oil field workers have exited the interstate in Belfield to get on Highway 85 to go north to Williston.  According to the year 2000 Census there were 866 people living in Belfield, and the 2010 Census said there were 800 people, but I think that there were probably twice that many people because of the Oil Boom.

Most of the people driving on Interstate 94 and Highway 85 do not know that Belfield has a downtown because you can’t see it from these main roads.  If you drive 1/8 of a mile westward from Highway 85 you will find the residential neighborhood with the houses, schools, and churches.  Most of the houses and buildings were built between 1920 and 1980.  The houses and buildings are not fancy, they are simple and modest.

In the middle of the town of Belfield, there is Main Street and 1st Avenue.  In this area there is the Post Office, an old movie theatre which has been remodeled recently to serve as a civic center, and about four bars which also sometimes serve food.

Belfield has had its ups and downs.  Remember, there was an Oil Boom in western North Dakota in the 1950s, the late 1970s, and most recently 2007 through 2014.  Sometimes local residents have had high incomes, but most of the time the local people did not have high incomes.

I had to go to Belfield recently and spend some time there.  I didn’t think about it much beforehand or driving there.  When I drove through downtown Belfield, the residential area, it was quaint and pleasant looking.  There is a very nice green belt beside a small river that runs through town.

When I had to start dealing with people, I was worried that they were going to be hostile towards me because I was not from there, and the people were rough looking.  Some of the local residents asked me where I was from.  I answered, “I lived in Florida until I was 30, then I lived in Arizona for five years, then Idaho for five years, then I came to North Dakota when the economy got bad.” Everybody of course asked me why I left Florida.  I told them what I always tell everybody, that Florida got too crowded.  Nobody would ever believe me that most of the towns in Florida when I grew up forty years ago, were exactly like Belfield is now, with maybe about a thousand people.

I was worried that these people in Belfield were going to pick a fight with me, because I was not from there, and the people were rough looking.  They did not pick a fight with me.  I had been observing that the people were not fancy, fashionable, or stylish in their appearance.  I began to realize that they did not care.  I think that they had all lived together for so long, known each other for so long, that they had no desire to try to impress each other, so they just went everywhere, as they were, whether they had been doing yard work, house work, car repair, farming, or truck driving.  Not only did they not care about impressing their neighbors, they didn’t care to impress anybody.

Because the local people had been asking me where I was from, and I had tried to explain it to them, I was realizing more and more that Belfield was like the small town I had grown up in forty years ago.  In that town, most of the people did not make a lot of money, everybody knew where everybody worked, so there was no use in anybody trying to pretend to be something they weren’t, so nobody did.  The result was, everybody was much calmer, and much more laid back.  The other thing was, everybody had to try to get along, because you were stuck together, so people just adapted a manner of civility, because you had to.

I remembered that one of the things I hated when I moved away from my small home town, and had to live in places like Tampa, was that everyone was trying to be somebody they weren’t, and everybody was trying to impress everybody else.  Yes, it was a “rat race”, everyone competing and trying to out-do everyone else, in a ridiculous way, spending more money than they earned, making themselves stressed and pressured needlessly, except because of their own vanity and desperation.

Outlaw Sippin And The Giant Sea Squid Of Sakakawea

During the 1970s and 1980s there was a cartoon television show “Scooby Doo”. The television show was about a group of four members, Fred, Velma, Daphne, Shaggy, and their stupid dog Scooby.  They drove a van, the “Mystery Machine”, and every episode they would happen upon a mystery that needed to be investigated.  Also on television at the same time was the cartoon “Josie and the Pussycats” which was about a band, that would happen upon a mystery in every episode that needed to be investigated.  Therefore, I see no reason why the Outlaw Sippin band can’t investigate mysteries.  Hence, “Outlaw Sippin And The Giant Sea Squid Of Sakakawea”.

The Outlaw Sippin band consists of members Brady Paulson, Beni Paulson, and Emil Anheluk of Dickinson, and Jessie Veeder of Watford City.  Lake Sakakawea is a 480 square mile reservoir located twenty miles northeast of Watford City.  The creation of the lake flooded the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation villages of Van Hook and Sanish.

There are at least two legends regarding Lake Sakakawea.  There is a Native American legend of a Missouri River monster, Miniwashitu, that is now trapped in Lake Sakakawea after the dam was built.  The second legend is that a crew of underwater welder divers refused to continue to work on a dam gate repair until shark cages were brought in due to the size of the paddle fish encountered, which were big enough to swallow the divers.  Is it any surprise that the Outlaw Sippin band would be called in to investigate, not twenty miles from Jessie Veeder’s home?

The circumstances of the Outlaw Sippin band’s involvement, is strangely similar to those described in Jules Verne’s novel “Twenty Thousand  Leagues Under The Sea”, which coincidently, also involves a giant sea squid.  However, Lake Sakakawea is only 180 feet deep and 176 miles long.

Brady, Beni, Emil, and Jessie are onboard a pontoon boat in search of the giant sea squid, when they encounter the creature.  During the subsequent attack, Brady, Beni, Emil, and Jessie are hurled overboard.  They cling to the creature to keep from drowning, which they find is not a creature at all, but a submarine!  They are captured, and brought before the captain, Dennis Johnson, former mayor of Dickinson.

To be continued…

Reasons Why I Can’t, Couldn’t, Wouldn’t Marry Codi, Kit, Marinna, Or Kristi, In Dickinson, North Dakota

For the first two years that I lived in Dickinson, North Dakota, I complained that there was a shortage of women, and a lack of attractive women in Dickinson, North Dakota.  For the first time in my life, I began to look at internet dating sites.  Looking at five different internet dating sites, there were still very few attractive women in Dickinson.  I believed that there were many things wrong in Dickinson.  The residents here were producing ugly children, and no attractive or normal women would move here.

After about two years of living in Dickinson, I went to a grocery store before 5 p.m. during the week, and I saw a few attractive women, which made me suspicious.  Then, there was a Chile cook-off at the Astoria Hotel that I went to, and there were many different kinds of attractive women there.  There were attractive women at the downtown summer street parties.  I looked up some of the pretty girls that I had met downtown on Facebook, and they all had pretty girl friends.  So, I found out that there are attractive women in Dickinson, but they do hide most of the time.

This year I wrote about some of the women that I like in Dickinson, Codi, Kit, Marinna, and Kristi.  I also wrote about a very beautiful housewife that I met, and some beautiful Bohemian women and girls that I met.  With the exception of one 32 year old Bohemian woman with two kids who didn’t tell me that she was married, and one other exception, I did not try to pursue a relationship with any of these women that I liked, because I liked them and did not want to make them unhappy.

I did not want to make them unhappy, because then I would be unhappy.  It would be very sad for any one of these women to like me, to trust me, to believe in me, and to try to have a life with me, and me let them down.

For all of these women, their beauty, attractiveness, and health would allow them to marry a man that was much more successful than me.  I don’t want to keep them from having a nice home, nice car, nice clothes, not having to work, being able to travel, and being able to have kids who won’t go without anything.  I could not stand knowing that I ruined everything for them.

The only women that I would be comfortable dating, would be women that already had their life ruined.  A single mom with two kids said to me once, “I’m just looking for a guy who has a job, and can fix shit.”  This woman already had a courtship with the man she thought was “the one”, a wedding, honeymoon, first child, second child, many problems, a divorce, and the difficulties of raising children alone.  She was looking for someone that she liked, that she could trust, that would help her, and make her life easier.  She no longer was expecting a man to provide her with a nice home, nice car, travel, and not having to work.

Another way to say this is, I just can’t handle women putting all of their expectations on me.  Not entirely because of the fear of failing, but the understanding of the reality that I will likely never be able to provide as much as I would have wanted to.

Unfortunately, the reality is, that most of the men that will pursue these women that I like, will not be any wealthier or any more successful than me, and the thought of ruining these women’s lives is not something they concern themselves with, only the goal of obtaining these women for themselves.

 

Marinna Marsh, My Eighth Most Favorite Person In Dickinson, North Dakota

Marinna Marsh is my eighth most favorite person in Dickinson, North Dakota because of her beauty and her personality. She is the daughter of Bernie Marsh, the owner of the downtown bar The Esquire Club. Bernie and his wife had about ten children, and every one of them is named with an “M”, like Max, Mariah, and Miranda. All of the Marsh children that I have met have dark hair, except for Marinna who is blond. Many of the Marsh children work at Bernie’s Esquire Club, including Marinna.

In 2011 when I first came to Dickinson to work, I complained to my co-workers that there were no attractive women in Dickinson. They said, “You should see Marinna Marsh.” The second company that I went to work for, the company owner’s kids went to school with the Marsh kids, the company owner said to me, “You should see Marinna Marsh, she is quite attractive.” When I came back to Dickinson in 2013, my new co-workers said, “You should see Marinna Marsh.”

It is a good thing that I never saw or met Marinna Marsh in 2011, 2012, or 2013, because she wasn’t married then, and I never would have left her alone. I probably saw some of her pictures on Facebook in 2014. In 2015, I saw her about once a week on a television commercial for active duty military personnel overseas, she was with her boyfriend or husband. I saw Marinna in person several times in 2015 and 2016. In order to not get run off right away by her mom, dad, brothers, and sisters, I waited to talk to her.

To me, her physical appearance, personality, and disposition make her the most attractive girl in North Dakota. She is like a nice girl cat. When she is not doing anything, she settles right down, still and contented. When she has to do something, she rouses right up without objection. But she is better than a cat because she can talk, and drive a car, and she can probably even pay bills on time if you gave her a check book. And, on top of everything else, she is Bohemian.

My Motorcycle Gang, The Prairie Dogs, Dickinson, North Dakota, Part II

In Part I, I explained what bikers were like when I grew up, how yuppies started the “Costume Party” bikers, and that most bikers today are pretend bikers, good weather bikers, motorcycle sits in the garage 355 days a year bikers.

In 2013, when I came back to Dickinson, I wanted to start a motorcycle gang, “The Prairie Dogs”. Founding members were to be myself, Duane Sickler, S.A., and D.M. Possible prospects were Rod Sickler and Dale Sickler. In talking to Duane Sickler, who had previously been in a motorcycle club, he wanted to put the motorcycle gang life behind him. Duane was warning me that we would face opposition from the motorcycle club already existing in Dickinson, The Sick Bastards.

I said to Duane, that my motorcycle gang, The Prairie Dogs, would be different. We would leave people notes. Notes like, “Do not park here” or “Your jacket makes you look fat”. We would also threaten to leave notes, “Notes that people wouldn’t like.” The other thing about the Prairie Dogs, you had to have a smaller cc motorcycle, like under 500 cc, preferably an older motorcycle. I had a 1975 Kawasaki 125 enduro, and a 1976 Yamaha 125 enduro. I got another 1975 Yamaha 125 enduro out of somebody’s backyard in Dickinson.

I gave the 1975 Yamaha 125 enduro that I got out of someone’s backyard to S.A. Then S.A. threw the engine in the garbage because he said the piston was seized, but I wish he would not have done that. S.A. has been arrested many times, several contempts of court, several restraining orders, on the U.S. “No Fly List”, dresses oddly, good founding member for the Prairie Dogs.

Duane Sickler wanted to put the biker gang life behind him. When I let him borrow my 1976 Yamaha 125 enduro, and I saw him riding around town, that was the happiest I ever saw him. Until it died. This motorcycle has a generator, not an alternator, and it went bad, a common problem for this motorcycle. I put a tool box on the back luggage rack with a lawnmower battery in it, but then Duane didn’t want to ride it anymore because it didn’t look as good. Then Duane died. Then Dale Sickler died too.

D.M. has been arrested and imprisoned many times. He stole 30 cars, including a police car, before he turned 16. He plays a banjo, and he looks like a banjo player. His only problem is that he has a 1300 cc Harley Davidson, which you can’t ride with the Prairie Dogs with that.

I am not mentioning any names, but these founding members have been kicked out of the military three times for bad behavior and non-compliance, and have been kicked out of prisons and jails for causing too many problems. (You used to get kicked out of jail for having crab lice, because the other prisoners would get it, I am not saying that any of the founding members had crab lice.)

If you were a Prospect of the Prairie Dogs, you would get a sticky note pad to leave notes. If you were a Probationary Member, you would get a spiral note pad, to leave longer notes. If you were a Full Member, you would get stationery with envelopes. The president, which would have been me or Duane, would have letter size manila envelopes to leave long notes in.

All over town, people would fear and dread the Prairie Dogs. Bar managers would meet us at the door saying, “You’re not coming in here starting shit with your notes.” Which would of course result in a note being shoved under a door in a manila envelope, which would have to be read. The bar staff would say, “What does the note say, what does the note say?” The bar staff would have apprehension all night, saying to customers, “Can you go out to my car, and see if it has a note on it, it’s the blue Dodge Charger over by the street light.”

We could go by the Catholic Church and leave notes on car windshields: “Rather than going to Mass, why don’t you quit doing underhanded things in the first place.” and “I’m not ever going to buy raffle tickets for your car because you never announce who won the car, and I think it’s a scam.” Not all the notes would be mean, some would be benign, which would be irritating: “You do a good job taking care of your car.” and “You look like you have good hygiene.”

People in their homes would hear those two stroke engines coming, and say, “Oh no, it’s those fucking Prairie Dogs, I hope they keep going.” People at parks, the Prairie Hills Mall, and restaurants would leave when we got there, or keep on driving and not stop if they saw our motorcycles in the parking lot. The only people who wouldn’t leave, would be women who want attention. They would be like, “So…., are you going to give me a note?…. Why not, why aren’t you going to give me a note, that’s what you do isn’t it?”

My Motorcycle Gang, The Prairie Dogs, Dickinson, North Dakota Part I

I grew up in the 1970s just south of Daytona Beach. Things were different in the 1970s. People drank as much alcohol as they wanted, as often as they wanted, and regarded law enforcement as not having any business interfering with their drinking. Many men had been over in Vietnam, had been immersed in military order, discipline, and killing people daily. A civilian police officer was not someone they were frightened of, or someone they wanted to listen to very much. For many veterans who just got back, complying with law enforcement was something they did voluntarily, because they could have just as easily killed a single police officer or two if they were attempting to arrest them.

There were bikers around Daytona Beach throughout the year, and thousands of bikers before, during, and after bike week. Most of the bikers were poor, many of them were recently returned from Vietnam. Many bikers liked to stay at the campground, because it was the cheapest place to stay. The bikers didn’t try to go to upscale restaurants, they preferred to go to hole-in-the-wall biker bars.

My recollection is, that the bikers back in the 1970s did not go looking for trouble. They especially did not bother children, moms, or parents with children. I think that they went out of their way not to frighten kids, moms, and parents. However, if a restaurant owner or a waitress ever insulted a biker, their restaurant would likely be burned down after it closed that night. There was a restaurant in Daytona, I believe it was called The Raw Bar, that got burned down two years in a row because a waitress was shitty to a biker.

Back then, most of the Bike Week bikers had Harley Davidsons, second most popular was probably Triumph, there were probably some BMWs and BSAs. Throughout the year, bikers just rode what they could afford, Honda, Kawasaki, Suzuki, and Yamaha. Bikers wore what they normally wore, jeans, boots, T-shirt, maybe a denim jacket, not a lot of leather. My father had a small Suzuki, a Triumph chopper, an AMF Harley Sportster, and a Honda XL 185. I had a small Suzuki enduro, and a Kawasaki KX.

It wasn’t until the 1980s that there came to be the “Costume Party Bikers”. I think that one of the first signs that Harley Davidsons were becoming glamorous was when Rocky Balboa had one in the movie Rocky II. I didn’t like it when the accountants, dentists, and attorneys started dressing all in leather like they were going to some Sadists & Masochist sex party, trying to pretend to be bikers. Since the early 1900s, bikers were just bikers, they rode what they had, and they wore what they had. The yuppies were turning Bike Week into a Halloween costume party. I felt like it was non-Muslims going to Mecca, and I don’t know why the bikers put up with it. The only reason that I can think of, is that the bikers thought they could get these fantasizing yuppy women away from their husbands for a while.

Continuing to this day, I think that most bikers are pretend bikers. Good weather bikers, their $15,000 motorcycle sitting in the garage 355 days each year. Their $15,000 1100cc motorcycle sitting in their garage for 355 days each year, and they feel the strong desire to trade it in for a 1300cc motorcycle. Hey, you can go buy a new 300cc Kawasaki Ninja that will go 113 mph, for $5,700. Ohh, but it vibrates at 8,000 rpm. Yes, it should vibrate at 8,000 rpm, good, get used to it.

My Second Song For The Outlaw Sippin Band, “Happy As A Toad In A Valve Box”

The Outlaw Sippin Band in Dickinson, North Dakota is comprised of Brady Paulson, Beni Paulson, Emil “The Edge” Anheluk, and Jessie “The Linda Ronstadt of Watford City” Veeder. In a previous blog post, I explained how I wrote a duet for Beni and Jessie titled, “Take Your Chicken And Your Thing!”. In this blog post I have a new song that I wrote for Jessie Veeder titled “Happy As A Toad In A Valve Box.”

The origin of this song is as follows. I was in line at the Jack & Jill grocery store in Watford City, and ahead of me in line was this young attractive blond girl, and all she was buying was one single drink. I thought to myself, “Man, that girl is buying just one drink, I have to buy about four ice teas just for one night. It’s not like I drink a lot. I probably drink about as much as a toad if he were my size, and I don’t even spend all day in a valve box. I wonder how toads get inside valve boxes, I hope they can get out.” Knowing that the Outlaw Sippin Band needed another song, I figured that I would write one.

I was thinking of the Moody Blues song “Nights In White Satin”, the rhythm and music of that song.

Nights in white satiiinnn…..                                                                                                                          Never seeing the ennnnddd…..

 

Happy as a toad in a valve boooxxx…..                                                                                                     Never wanting to leeeavvve……

Days spent in darkneesss….                                                                                                                         Bugs coming to meeeee…..

Nights in white satiiinn……                                                                                                                           Never seeing the ennnddd…

And I love yooouuu…..!                                                                                                                                      Yes I love you…..!                                                                                                                                               Ohhhh I love yooouuu……!

 

Now, this song supposes that the toad can get out of the valve box. And people may be wondering, does the toad have white satin sheets, and where did he get them? So unless I do some more work on this song, it should come after “Take Your Chicken And Your Thing!”, that way the details of this song won’t matter as much.

O.K., I worked on it some more:

Toad in a valve boooxxx…..                                                                                                                              Never wanting to leeeavvve……

Days spent in darkneesss….                                                                                                                         Bugs coming to meeeee…..

And I love yooouuu…..!                                                                                                                                      Yes I love you…..!                                                                                                                                               Ohhhh I love yooouuu……!

Nights on white sidewaaalllk….                                                                                                                   Never seeing the eenndd….

Knife River Constuctiooonnn….                                                                                                                    Built it for meeeee…

And I love yooouuu…..!                                                                                                                                      Yes I love you…..!                                                                                                                                               Ohhhh I love yooouuu……!

Western North Dakota, Survivalists, And One World Government Part III

I wrote in my previous blog post that you will probably continue to see more shootings by Islamic extremists, more shootings by Black militants, and more rioting by Blacks in the large cities in the United States, but not in North Dakota. There may be Martial Law, National Guard troops, road and highway check points, weapons bans, and other emergency measures in the large U.S. cities, but not in Western North Dakota. Law enforcement officers in North Dakota would be reluctant and unenthusiastic in trying to search for and confiscate firearms owned by citizens in North Dakota.

Rather than sit back and laugh at what was happening in the other states, people in North Dakota need to watch what is happening in other states and take it as advance warning. People in North Dakota would have about a six month to two year head start on the rest of the United States to get their affairs in order, which is far more time than anyone else will get. One of the Executive Orders signed by a President in the last thirty years states that in a “National Emergency”, the Department of Homeland Security will have authority over National Guard, State Police, and local law enforcement. This means that though North Dakota National Guard and North Dakota law enforcement would not want to do anything that had previously been un-Constitutional to citizens, they will not be in charge, they will be receiving orders from the Department of Homeland Security.

The reason that North Dakota will not be left alone in a “National Emergency” is because in the past thirty years a President signed another Executive Order that states in a “National Emergency”, all means of energy production, all energy supplies, all means of food production, and all food supplies, will come under government control. Because of oil, natural gas, coal, farming, and ranching in North Dakota, you will have National Guard troops here following Federal Government orders, and local law enforcement being given orders that they may not like.

I don’t want to scare farmers and ranchers in North Dakota, but if things get out of control in the rest of the United States to cause a “National Emergency”, the Federal Government may use the Executive Order that exists, to take control of your farm, your ranch, your energy supplies, and your food supplies. Farmers, ranchers, and local law enforcement need to know this ahead of time so that people in North Dakota can get their affairs in order ahead of time.

What I mean by “getting their affairs in order” is to know what to expect, what will likely happen or possibly happen, and prepare accordingly. I will give some examples. The firearms that you bought at WalMart and Runnings, there is a record of it, from when you completed the background check forms. The government may demand that you surrender your firearms, especially because they have a record of you buying them. You may be better off willingly giving up the firearms that the government knows you bought, in order for you to be able to keep and hide the ones there is no record of. If your home is searched, don’t expect that you can hide firearms in the walls, ceilings, or under floor boards, because metal detectors will likely be used.

Do not keep all your emergency supplies, food supplies, and fuel supplies in one place. Remember, there is an Executive Order that states all food supplies and energy supplies come under government control in a “National Emergency”, which means the government can take them. You don’t want all of your supplies in one place anyway in case somebody else finds them when you are not at home. In previous blog posts I wrote that everyone in North Dakota needs to have emergency supplies in their vehicles in case something happens, but now I want to write more about it.

Even if you have a Subaru wagon or Honda accord, you can fit a Rubbermaid tub or storage box in the back or in the trunk. It is possible and even likely that you will have problems away from home in North Dakota. I recommend the following items as a minimum: battery jumper cables, tow rope, can of fix-a-flat, flashlight with extra batteries, sleeping bag, several bottles of water, some non-perishable food, and hidden emergency money. I also recommend having a change of clothes, a warm winter jacket, rain poncho, mini-air compressor, small mechanics tool kit, a firearm and extra ammo.

Regarding what I just wrote about having emergency supplies in your vehicle, and all this other planning for civil unrest, riots, and “National Emergency”, some readers are thinking that this is ridiculous. Do you think that if you have problems, you can just go walk to somebody else’s house and ask for help? Do you think that it is not your responsibility to provide for yourself, that other people should provide you with the items that you need in an emergency? Other people are not always going to be willing or able to help you. In fact, in many instances, other people may be willing to take everything you have and leave you dead. All survivalists, all of them, know that there will be people wandering around in an emergency looking and begging for help. It is known and understood that you can’t help people who show up begging. You feed them, they will get hungry again, head straight back to you, telling and bringing others. You can not venture out away from your shelter and supplies to help someone who says that their car is broken down.

Everyone and law enforcement need to think about what I have written, do their own research, think about what is happening in the United States, plan and prepare for what is coming, and decide what they are going to do.

Western North Dakota, Survivalists, And One World Government, Part II

In my previous blog post I wrote about some of the reasons for the civil unrest and riots in the United States in the past several years. So far this Summer, there was a shooting of a performer in Orlando after her concert for no reason; a shooting of 50 more people in Orlando the following day by an Islamic extremist; protest marches in Dallas, Los Angeles, and Baltimore over the police shootings of two Black suspects; followed by the shooting of 12 police officers in Dallas by a disgruntled militant Black man. Each one of these incidents has caused liberal people, celebrities, journalists, politicians, and legislators to start talking about gun violence, gun control, and gun bans.

If you watch the television news and read the newspapers, you can see that from now on, whenever a police officer shoots a Black suspect, this is going to be followed by Blacks protesting in all of the large U.S. cities because the Blacks have been led to believe that they are being discriminated against. As in Dallas, these protests may lead disgruntled Blacks to shoot innocent whites. You also can tell from watching television news and reading the newspaper that Muslim extremists are going to continue to attack people in U.S. cities.

I have never wanted to live in a large city, I hated the times that I had to be in one, and I don’t like travelling near or through large cities. I think that cities bring out the worst in people, making people rude, pushy, aggressive, unfriendly, inconsiderate, hurried, and stressed. I am especially glad that I don’t live in a city now, where a police officer shoots a Black suspect in a different state, and now the Blacks are going to riot, loot, block roads and highways, and attack innocent whites. Or, you live in a city, you’re stuck in a crowd, and an Islamic extremist or Black militant is going to start shooting everyone. I am glad that I live in Western North Dakota where there aren’t any cities.

I believe that the Islamic extremist shootings, Black militant shootings, police shootings of Black suspects, rioting and looting by Blacks will continue in the cities and get worse. In the cities, they may have to impose curfews, try to impose weapons bans, bring in National Guard, block roads with check points. This could happen in Detroit, New York, Washington DC, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Atlanta, Jacksonville, St. Louis, Cleveland, Chicago, Dallas, Houston, Minneapolis, Los Angeles, so many cities, that hey, why doesn’t Obama or Hillary just declare Martial Law.

I believe that some or all of the things that I just described will happen. I am glad that I live in North Dakota because North Dakota will be one of the least affected states. There are very few cities in North Dakota, and none in Western North Dakota. There are very few Blacks in Western North Dakota. There won’t be a need to impose any restrictions on people in Western North Dakota, and even if the Federal Government wanted to, all of their resources need to be sent to the most troubled areas, and Western North Dakota would be the lowest priority.

If you live in Western North Dakota, you probably won’t have to deal with rioters, looters, or protestors blocking roads and highways. You know that there is not going to be any looting, but if it was attempted somebody with a gun would say, “You go put that back where you got it.” Or, there might be a couple of shot people in front of a business laying on the ground and people would get the idea. As far as protesters blocking the road, people would just drive around them in the shoulder or the median, and if anybody ran and jumped in the way they would likely get run over.

As far as gun bans of any kind, I do not think that the police, sheriff, or highway patrol in Western North Dakota would go to people’s homes asking about weapons, because I don’t think they believe in taking citizens’ firearms away. I don’t think that they would go to people’s homes, but if they were forced to go, I think that they would not try to find weapons. And if they were forced to search, I don’t think they would search too hard. This is how things are now, and it would take the implementation of severe measures and controls to change the way things are now with law enforcement in Western North Dakota, and North Dakota would be one of the last states to comply with non-traditional and un-Constitutional rules.

Western North Dakota, Survivalists, And One World Government, Part I

In my previous post, I wrote about the book The Turner Diaries that was written by the white supremacist William Pierce in 1978. The book describes the disintegration of society in the United States that takes place in the future years 1989 to 1999. The main factors that are described in the book are the passage of legislation banning possession of firearms, government searches of people’s homes for firearms, the increase in crime and the inability of people to protect themselves, the implementation of martial law, rebellion against the government, and civil war.

What I didn’t mention, but what many people already know, The Turner Diaries is very derogatory towards Blacks, Jews, and Hispanics, blaming them for most of the crime, corruption, and degeneration of values in the United States. The book blames the majority of Whites for being satisfied with their lives of eating, watching TV, and watching sports, and failing to notice, object, or protest to corruption in government, and liberalism progressing so far in the media, schools, the legislature, and judicial system that the United States was transformed into a country with no principles, ethics, values, or morals.

I wrote in my previous blog post that much of what is described in The Turner Diaries, that was written in 1978, has happened or is happening now in the United States. I will give a couple of examples.

Approximately four years ago in Deland, Florida, George Zimmerman was performing a neighborhood watch when he saw a suspicious person, and he called the police. George Zimmerman got out of his vehicle to see what was going on, and the suspicious acting person, Treyvon Martin, physically attacked George Zimmerman. George Zimmerman had a concealed weapons permit, and a firearm on his person, and he shot Treyvon Martin. At first, the police or sheriff department did not arrest or seek criminal charges against George Zimmerman. Currently in most states, and throughout the history of the United States, if a person is physically attacked they can lawfully use a firearm to defend themselves. But because Treyvon Martin was Black, Blacks protested, Blacks threatened to riot, “no justice, no peace”, so there had to be a trial. George Zimmerman had to go through about a two year ordeal, he was almost sacrificed in order to pacify Black protestors, but he was found not guilty. If I had physically attacked George Zimmerman, and I had been shot, my family and friends, and myself, would have thought, “That’s what happens when you attack somebody.”

The second example, almost two years ago, a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri, Darren Wilson, was on patrol when he drove up to a large young man named Michael Brown. Michael Brown punched police officer Darren Wilson in the head, reached in the vehicle and tried to take away the police officer’s firearm, there was a struggle for the gun, shots were fired in the struggle for the gun. Michael Brown retreated, the officer was injured and dazed but got out of the vehicle and ordered Michael Brown to stop. Michael Brown charged at the officer, and was shot and killed by the officer. If Michael Brown was white, that would be the end of the story. But Michael Brown was Black, so there were protests, rioting, and looting. If I would have done this to officer Darren Wilson, my family probably would have told Darren Wilson that he did the right thing, there was nothing else that could have been done.

In the two examples that I gave above, one Black man attacked a man in Florida and was shot, one Black man attacked a police officer in Missouri and was shot. Blacks all over the United States protested, demonstrated, threatened riots, and did riot and loot. However, at least one Black man is shot every day of the year in Chicago, more than one on some days, but Blacks don’t say a word about it, they could not care less. The truth is, Blacks could not care less about other Blacks being killed, Blacks are killed every day in conflicts in Africa, Houston, Los Angeles, Chicago, Detroit, Philadelphia, and Baltimore, and they don’t complain at all about this, not one word. You can seek for yourselves to determine why the television and newspaper media work the Blacks up into a frenzy over some Black deaths. Why does the news media want to convince Blacks that they are being victimized, to cause civil unrest, cause Blacks to riot, cause Blacks to loot, to attack whites, to attack police officers? The Turner Diaries explains why.

There are people with power and a great deal of money in the United States and elsewhere that want things to be different in the United States. One of the first things that they would like to do is to take away all firearms, this is necessary in order to accomplish the remainder of their plans. The Elites don’t want ordinary individuals owning and living on their own 3 acres, 30 acres, 300 acres, or 3,000 acres, you are too independent, not subject to control, you are tying up farming, timber, water, and mineral resources, and getting in the way of their use of it. What kinds of things are you teaching your children?, probably not what they want them to believe.

The Elites would like all ordinary people to live in their modest housing unit, along side all the other ordinary people in their modest housing units, to get all the ordinary people onto as small an amount of land as possible, to free up all other land to use how they see fit. Once all the ordinary people are confined to as small a land area as possible, they won’t need personal vehicles, they can all take buses and trains. Once everyone is confined to small housing units, with no personal vehicles, they can be paid much less for the work that they do. Once cash is eliminated, gold and silver confiscated, people will only have electronic credits. All taxes, all fines, all monies owed will be deducted from your electronic credits, whether you want to pay or not. You will be completely controllable as an individual. Masses of people will be completely controllable. Education will form children to persons who conform to the system. Information and entertainment will be compatible with conformation to the system. It is necessary that masses of people conform and accept this order, in order for humans to survive. Too many resources were being depleted and polluted, too many resources being used for war and preparation for war, too many conflicts over resources and unequal sharing of the Earth’s resources. A New World Order, One World Government had to be created.

So, beginning with the end in mind, the Elites have got to make changes in the United States. The Media, movies, television shows, television news, magazines, newspapers, are all trying to spread liberal beliefs and ideology. The Education System is indoctrinating people with liberal beliefs and ideology. The Military is being transformed to accept and practice liberal ideology, and so is the Health Care System. U.S. Government Departments are claiming more and more control over private business, private property, and private individuals. However, the U.S. Constitution is getting in the way, and the legislative and elective process is too slow, all these ordinary people have to think about want they want, decide, and vote, which is taking too long to make the necessary changes.

If the Elites can create enough chaos and crisis in the United States, maybe Martial Law can be declared, maybe the Constitution can be suspended, measures can be implemented in the emergency. Sign agreements like the North American Free Trade Agreement, the Trans Pacific Partnership, do not stop illegal immigration, these things will drop the income and standard of living in the United States to where people are struggling. Then, try to use the Federal Government to cause banks to give mortgages to Blacks and Hispanics on homes that they are unable to pay for. House prices will go up and up, until nobody can afford their mortgages. The economy crashes, people can’t pay for their houses, low wages are being blamed on the immigrants, Blacks are rioting because they are being told they are being victimized. The economy crashing is not just people having less money, it is able-bodied intelligent adults not being able to get a job at all, or only being able to get a very low wage job, and having to work many hours beyond 40 hours per week at low wage jobs. The mass shootings in the United Sates recently were by individuals that were extremely disgruntled. I believe that they were so angry with their circumstances in life, because of the way the United States is right now, economically, socially, ideologically. The shootings that result from people’s anger recently are what the Elites are looking for to begin banning firearms.

Reading The Turner Diaries In Dickinson, North Dakota

I want to start off by saying that I am not going to be hateful to Blacks and Jews in this blog post. Some of you may know what The Turner Diaries book is about, some of you may not. In this blog post I want to write about some of the things in this book, that I want Blacks, Jews, Whites, everybody, to think about.

The Turner Diaries book was written by physicist professor and white supremacist William Pierce in 1978. The book is an account of world events from mostly 1989 to 2000 as written down by the main character, Earl Turner, in his diaries. Remember, this book was written in 1978.

This book begins with Earl Turner, a white electrical engineer living in Washington DC, describing a search of his apartment by authorities to find firearms in 1989, because all firearms have been banned under the “Cohen Act”. All citizens were supposed to have turned in all firearms a year ago, and the punishment for possession of a firearm is now 10 years in prison. A metal detector locates a firearm hidden in a door frame, he is arrested, along with several other residents in his building who also had firearms. Across the country, 800,000 other persons are arrested during the firearm searches, so many, that everyone can not be taken to prisons, so Earl Turner is one of the people that is released after several days.

I want to point out, that firearm possession became illegal in Great Britain in approximately the 1970s, and firearm possession became illegal in Australia in approximately the late 1990s. The citizens in Great Britain and Australia have been castrated, de-fanged, and de-clawed. They have no way to revolt against their governments, no matter what their governments do. From these two countries, it can be seen that once the citizens have no way to oppose the government, the government ignores their wishes like never before.

One aspect of The Turner Diaries that interested me, was how and why the United States government outlawed firearms, how they enforced the ban, and how ordinary law abiding citizens then became victimized daily by criminals. How criminals became emboldened because they no longer faced the danger of being shot. I am not looking forward to firearms being banned in the United States, but this is what many Democrats are pushing for. Of course if there is a gun ban, the politicians will have armed security, but ordinary citizens won’t. The Turner Diaries describes what life will be like for ordinary citizens when guns are banned.

A central theme of The Turner Diaries is the conflict between races, which The Turner Diaries blames on the Jews. In the book, it describes how Blacks were influenced to live, think, and behave contrary to Whites, and to be at war with Whites. The book explains, describes, depicts how Blacks warring with Whites allows those who are manipulating the different races, to gain power.

I want to point out that right now in the United States, Blacks and Whites are getting along almost as badly as described in The Turner Diaries. I don’t feel like blaming this on the Jews necessarily, but right now in the United States there are people and groups that have been inflaming racial hostility in the past ten years. I think that Barack Obama should have shut up about race, considering the fact that a black man being elected president was the biggest evidence there ever was that race was beginning not to matter, but he kept bringing up race to the point that racial hostility is as bad as it was in the 1960s. Barack Obama is intelligent, why has he worked continually to make race relations worse and worse? Why did the foreign billionaire George Soros back Obama? Why are there groups and individuals inciting Blacks to violence?

Blacks are a minority in the United States. I believe that they make up approximately 17% of the population. Blacks as a whole are not economically as well off as Whites in the United States. If the Blacks do collectively riot and cause a civil war in the United States, because of their lesser numbers and their lesser ability to obtain arms, supplies, and medical care, they will have extremely high casualties. I don’t know why Black leaders are moving Blacks in the United States more and more to violent revolt. Of course this would probably bring about martial law in the United States. Is this what Barrack Obama, his backers, and many Democrats want?

It might take fifty years for the elective, judicial, and legislative processes to bring about gun bans, socialism, international law, the suspension of the U.S. Constitution, and acceptance of a world government, but maybe Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Bill Clinton, think that it can be achieved much quicker if they cause a race war, martial law is declared, and elections are suspended.

There is a lot of hatred in The Turner Diaries between Whites, Blacks, Jews, politicians, lawmakers, judges, police, and the military, which does lead to a civil war. If you read The Turner Diaries you will see that what was written about in 1978, a lot of it has happened or is happening.

In this blog post, I am not writing about The Turner Diaries to go along with the racism in this book, I am writing about it because it caused me to think about the meaning and significance of what is actually going on right now and possibilities about what else might happen in the future. Without the racism, this book would be comparable to George Orwell’s book 1984, or Aldorus Huxley’s book Brave New World.

What The Police in Watford City And Dickinson Are Trying To Do

A few days ago, a new resident in the apartments where I sometimes stay in Watford City asked me a question.  He asked, “What is it with this 25 mph speed limit?  Has the money that Watford City received from oil revenue decreased so much that the police are having to write everyone tickets to make money?”  I said no, that’s not it at all, the police want to have the opportunity to meet you.

I explained that the police like pulling people over, that way they get to meet you.  They look at your out of state driver’s license, everybody here is from out of state, and they run it to see if you  have any outstanding warrants, and whatever other criminal history information that might come up.  Then they are going to ask you, “What’s your local address?”  The police want your local address, so in case you are involved in anything now or at a later date, they know where you are staying here locally.

Just walking up to your vehicle, the police can tell if you are a construction worker, a skilled trades person, a professional, or a homeless person.  A construction worker will most likely have a beat up vehicle with construction tools laying about.  A skilled trades person will have a nicer vehicle with his tools put away.  A professional person will likely have a clean vehicle with no tools at all.  A homeless person will have all of their personal items stuffed inside their vehicle.

Just walking up to your vehicle, the police can tell if you are likely a drug addict.  Drug addicts sometimes have newer vehicles, but there is usually something messed up with it, like the sunvisor being mangled, the headliner being pulled down, or a back window being smashed.  Whether a newer vehicle, or an older vehicle, drug addicts usually have debris all over the floor, and I don’t mean tools, I mean debris.  Somewhere in that debris, the police will usually find drug paraphernalia.  The police can also spot items in drug addict’s vehicle that have likely been stolen or have been reported as stolen recently.

I am not complaining about the police meeting people, because I agree with it.  One of the things that the police in Watford City and Dickinson are trying to do is eliminate drug trafficking and illegal drug use, which I agree with.

Someone can go ahead and tell me again about how narcotics should be legal, and it is nobody’s business but the user, they aren’t hurting anyone, it’s nobody’s business.  This is a drug user who will say something like this.  I can go ahead and tell them about the women I know who lost custody of their children because they weren’t feeding their children because they were a drug user, using their money to buy drugs, not paying attention to feeding, clothing, and caring for their children.  Drug users steal money from the businesses where they work, from family members, from friends, from neighbors, from strangers, in order to pay for drugs.

Probably at least 60% of the small item theft in Dickinson is committed by people trying to get something to sell to buy drugs.  These are removing items from unlocked cars and homes, and breaking into locked cars and homes.

I am not giving away secrets that shouldn’t be known.  I want everyone in Watford City and Dickinson to know that the police are looking for the opportunity to stop you, meet you, and find out all about you.  If there is anything suspicious about you, they are going to tell the other police, so that they can all watch what you are doing.  They want to know who everybody is and what everybody is doing.  Watford City government, Dickinson city government, county government, highway patrol, the courts, probation, chamber of commerce, business associations, development associations, wealthy individuals, the Dickinson Mafia, all the churches, they are all behind the police having tight control over everybody and this is what they expect to be done.

Outlaw Sippin Band, My Fifth Most Favorite Person In Dickinson, North Dakota

The Outlaw Sippin Band is my fifth most favorite person/people in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I am mostly talking about the long time members Brady Paulson, Beni Paulson, and Emil Anheluk.  Brady, Beni, and Emil formed the band in 2008.  Brady sings and plays guitar.  Beni sings and plays bass guitar.  Emil plays fiddle, mandolin, keyboard, and accordion.

The Outlaw Sippin Band plays Rock, Country, and Pop.  They play at many venues and occasions in Dickinson, Belfield, Killdeer, and elsewhere.  As a separate business, they provide and operate sound equipment, speakers, and amplifiers for other bands that are touring and perform in western North Dakota.  Whether they are performing, or operating sound equipment for other performers, they always have a positive attitude and are friendly and pleasant.  That’s their problem.

Brady, Beni, and Emil could have been as well known as U2 if they just would have been angrier and wrote angry music about North Dakota.  Vocally and instrumentally they are just as talented, and probably even more talented than U2.  I am using the U2 analogy, because from here on, Emil will now be known as “The Edge”, for his accordion playing.  Unfortunately, being from North Dakota, the members of Outlaw Sippin behave like North Dakotans, they suppress and do not express their feelings, they do not get out-of-control, they do not rant, they do not go on tirades.

Why can’t you guys have more anger, hatred, and rage?  Because I like you, I want to tell you this.  Yes, people here locally like you, they like how you sound, they like your performance, you are friendly and easy to get along with, you are a “nice” band.  I know that you have talent, and I think that you can finish your careers being much more famous, even without leaving Dickinson, by writing just a few songs that really express how you feel, whether it’s angry like Metallica, melancholy like Johnny Cash, sad like Willie Nelson, or shitty like Lynyrd Skynyrd.

You don’t have to be nice all the time.  There are plenty of things around here that are bad, ugly, tragic, unfair, unjust, and wrong that you can write about.  You can even write about everyday things, everyday things that happen around here:  Lynyrd Skynyrd:  “In walked a man with a gun in his hand looking for you know who… he turned and screamed at Linda Lou, that’s the break I was looking for, you could hear me scream a mile away as I was headed out for the door…”    Jimmy Buffet:  “Some say you are the Stump Queen, honey I don’t think that’s true, so why don’t we get drunk and screw…”. Willie Nelson: “Good morning America how are you, don’t you know me, I’m your native son, I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans…”  Everyday things, that have meaning, that are common experiences, that are expressed in a way that make people feel it.

I already recommended to Jessie Veeder that she start writing about the bad things in western North Dakota.  Now that Jessie Veeder is in your band, I hope that you all can collaborate to find something you all experience that you feel strongly about even if it’s bad, angry, ugly, and mean.  I want you to write some songs that people will remember and make you famous.

My Third Most Favorite Person In Dickinson, North Dakota, Bill Patel And His Wife Kamal Patel

My third most favorite person in Dickinson is Bill Patel and his wife Kamal Patel.  I have them both at the number three spot, so that those lower on my list have motivation to improve their behavior in the hopes of moving up to the number two spot.

Bill Patel and his wife Kamal Patel own the newly constructed Astoria Hotel, the newly constructed Best Western Hotel, the T-Rex Shopping Center, and the hotel that used to be the Quality Inn.  These four properties have a combined worth of approximately $20 to $25 million.  They own at least several other hotels elsewhere.

Bill Patel and Kamal Patel are like Dan Porter, they could easily drive a Ferrari or Bentley, but instead they drive Toyotas.  They are not arrogant.  Sometimes they have desk clerk duty at their hotels, or they perform other hotel duties.  When I go to bars and restaurants in Dickinson, the waitress and bartender girls are way more arrogant and know-it-all than either Bill or Kamal, yet Bill and Kamal probably have $40 million in properties.

Bill and Kamal probably hate me writing about them more than Dan Porter does.  Partly why I am writing about Dan, Bill, and Kamal, is to show several things:  You don’t have to act like a jerk if you are wealthy.  You don’t have to act arrogant, show off, belittle people, talk down to people, take advantage of people, or mistreat people.  There are plenty of people in Dickinson who are trying to get rich, who do act arrogant, who do belittle people, who do talk down to people, mistreat people, and take advantage of people.  I hate these people, their behavior shows stupidity, their attempts to assert superiority show that they are insecure, and I think that a lot of these people that are trying to get rich in Dickinson will actually lose what they have soon.  An exact example of this is my least favorite person in Dickinson, that Mexican who owns that Mexican restaurant down the street who would not wait on me, or my friends, because we don’t spend enough money.

Bill Patel’s wife Kamal is very attractive, she is thin, and has long black hair.  A couple of times I have seen a young girl in Dickinson that looks like she could be their daughter.  One of these times there was a hot young girl about 18 to 21 years old, that was running the track at the WRCC.  I asked her if she was Bill and Kamal Patel’s daughter, and she just smiled and smirked and said no, was polite and I think was blushing, so it was their daughter or niece I believe.  If she had been an American or more Americanized, she would have scowled and sneared at me for speaking to her.

I Will Look Up Anybody On The Internet In Dickinson, North Dakota

I will look up anybody on the internet in Dickinson, North Dakota.  And I am not going to stop looking up people on the internet.  There is a tremendous amount of information available, and I am going to read it and use it.  You would be stupid, not to.

In the small town that I grew up in, local people were known for what they had done, whether good or bad.  Some examples:  A well liked little league baseball coach nicknamed “Pop”, picked up a bat at a game and hit another coach in the back of the head, nearly killing him, and he got sentenced to 10 years in prison.  He wasn’t allowed to be a coach when he got out of prison.  A husband and wife in their late 20s had befriended several elderly widowed women in the course of a year, began balancing their checkbooks, and had helped these elderly women to write them checks totaling nearly $100,000.  They weren’t allowed to “befriend” any more elderly people in our town while they were waiting to go to trial.

Growing up in a small town in the 1970s and 1980s, I got to see all kinds of “questionable behavior” turn into eventual arrests and convictions.  So much of it, it would fill a book.  Many times a person in town would have a nice home, nice vehicles, a plane, or a big boat, and not have a good job or profitable business.  Within a year or two they would be caught with bails or kilos in their boat or plane, be convicted, and go to prison.

Also, every year or so, there would be someone that would arrive in town, appearing to have money, able to impress people and make friends.  These would typically be people that were starting a restaurant, a business, or they were a developer.  Even as a kid, these people seemed odd, and things didn’t add up.  I would think to myself, “There are already restaurants here, and these restaurant owners aren’t wealthy.  Why, if you have so much money, are you coming to our town to start a restaurant, restaurants here don’t make that much money?”

It happened many times that someone would come to town, appearing to have money, and this would impress some people, and some people wanted to be friends right away with this new person who was apparently successful and wealthy.  It always turned out the same more or less, but one case sticks in my mind.  This one guy came to town in about 1985 and he opened a seafood restaurant in the same stand alone building where there had been about five restaurants before.  He did a big remodel.  He drove a newer black Mercedes convertible.  He had a hot looking girlfriend.  He was a flashy guy.  After about a year, his restaurant wasn’t making much money, so he set it on fire to collect the insurance money.  The fire department responded as quickly as they could, they put on their gear and rushed inside to make sure no one was in the building.  The roof collapsed on the firefighters, killing three of them.  There was unburned insurance paperwork found in the office garbage can during the fire investigation which was absolutely incriminating.  The restaurant owner was convicted of arson and convicted of causing the deaths of the three firefighters.

I have seen it in Florida, Colorado, Texas, Arizona, Idaho, and now in Dickinson, people who come from somewhere else, who would like for people to believe that they are something that they aren’t.  Unfortunately, the truth is, people that come to a new town, are often here because things did not work out for them where they came from.  If they had a good job, friends, family, and a home someplace else, they wouldn’t need to be here.  They are here because things did not work out for them where they came from.

I have written in at least three blog posts, that most of the women from out of state that have come here on their own, are problem women.  By problem women, I mean that where they came from, they behaved so badly and made such bad decisions that they can no longer get a job, and their friends, family, and neighbors won’t help them or have anything to do with them.  I am 100% convinced of this now.  So any girl or woman that I have to deal with, I am going to look them up on the internet to see what it is that they have done.