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Advice To Wealthy People From Out Of State Regarding Dickinson, North Dakota

June 25, 2016Uncategorizedbuying a home in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, restaurants in Dickinson North Dakota, wealthy people in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

If you are a wealthy person living in a different state, and you are considering moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, I have some advice for you and some warnings. You can buy a new custom home just outside of Dickinson on 10 to 40 acres for approximately $450,000 to $700,000. These homes will have large modern kitchens, custom cabinetry, wood floors, five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a three car garage, and probably a large shop building big enough for a tractor, or motor home. These houses were built by local people who owned land and began receiving oil well revenue money in about 2008, these houses were built by people who had successful oil field service companies, and these houses were built by high paid oil company managers. If you pick up one of the free local real estate guides, you will see several of these houses for sale.

At any of these new custom homes outside of Dickinson, you will have a good view of undeveloped grasslands. Most of these new homes will probably not have “wind break trees”, which are rows of trees planted close together not far from the house in order to block the wind. Once you move in, it won’t really matter what time of year it is, within about a month, you will discover that the wind often blows across the grasslands at about fifty miles per hour. A new homeowner might think, “Wow, that’s a strong wind”, and it will not fully dawn on them that that’s what it’s going to be like, most of the time. If you had pictured yourself sitting out on your deck in the mornings, leisurely reading the newspaper, you may now see that your deck chairs and table have tumbled into a barbed wire fence at the end of your property. At least you have a modern home, with tight fitting double pained glass windows. You won’t have as much dirt blowing in through cracks around windows and doors, and you won’t hear the wind constantly gusting and buffeting your house, hopefully. Thank God you have a garage that you can drive into and shut the door behind you, otherwise you would have a hard time getting into your house if you had anything to carry like groceries.

You will be able to sit inside of your modern home with your family, and watch television via Dish Network, and use the internet, if you don’t want to be out in the wind. There are some days in the summer when the weather is moderate, when you can get out and mow the lawn or have a cook out. You really need to get outside and fully appreciate the nice summer days when they are here, because there are not many of them.

If you come to Dickinson with a Jaguar, Mercedes, or BMW and try to take it somewhere to be serviced, Dan Porter Toyota may or may not be willing to change the oil. You may have to take your vehicle to Bismarck, Fargo, or Minneapolis to get any work done. You will start to notice more and more, that even the housewives drive big four-door pick-up trucks and Suburbans. After your first winter in Dickinson, you might start to realize that the people who can afford it, get for their wife and themselves, the biggest four-wheel-drive vehicle they can. Driving into Dickinson, you can hit a deer in the road. It is sometimes fatal for the driver of a car when the deer goes through the windshield. You are safer in a big truck because the hood is higher than the deer. Also, in the winter when the roads have not been plowed, or the roads are icy, you can get into town better in a big heavy four-wheel-drive truck, and you can survive an accident better if you are in a big heavy truck or Suburban.

For entertainment or sport, some people like to go deer hunting and pheasant hunting. Hunting, hunting…deer and pheasant stand beside the road when I drive by, or run back and forth across the road in front of me when I am driving into town, like retarded children. They are right there, just like the neighborhood dogs, cats, and rabbits. So I don’t see any entertainment or sport in hunting deer and pheasant in Dickinson.

Entertainment for women, they can shop at Menards, Wal-Mart, a few shops downtown, and the Prairie Hills Mall. The Prairie Hills Mall has a JC Penny and Herbergers. If the women want more than this, they will have to drive to Bismarck. The West River Community Center has two indoor pools, one outdoor pool, two indoor tennis courts, indoor track, weight room, and exercise equipment, so there are things for women, moms, and kids to do. There is a golf course in Dickinson, which I believe is supposed to be O.K.

I have written many blog posts about restaurants in Dickinson. My frequent complaint is that most of the servers are disgruntled troubled women from out of state, and being a waitress or bartender and serving people is the last thing in the world that they want to be doing, and they let you know. Don Pedros Mexican restaurant has good food, and pleasant courteous staff. The Brickhouse Grille is supposed to be the upscale restaurant in Dickinson, and it is in a way, however it is not upscale enough. At any restaurant in Dickinson, at any time, you can have a group of male out-of-state workers, that work in construction or the oil field, and they want to go out to eat and have some fun. The restaurant owner and managers can spot these workers a block away, and they can tell that they are White Trash or very nearly White Trash, but they don’t know if they are going to behave or not. The following is what typically happens.

An educated, professional, well-mannered person or persons will go to a restaurant in Dickinson, be seated at a table, and place an order. Even at what is supposed to be a nice restaurant in Dickinson, a group of White Trash or nearly White Trash workers will arrive at the restaurant. To the waitress, who lives in a trailer park or an apartment, likes to smoke pot, crack, and meth, these White Trash workers are her kind of people. The waitress couldn’t be happier to seat these White Trash workers at the table adjacent to a professional husband and wife. If the educated, professional husband and wife, chose to stay, they would be treated to construction worker tales of sex with ugly women, drunkenness, fighting, arrests, DUI’s, and other conversations that they might hear if they were in jail or prison. This is exactly how it is. So most of the wealthy people in Dickinson do not go out to eat at restaurants in Dickinson, to neither be in the company of low class disgruntled waitresses, or White Trash workers.

Advice To Poor People From Out Of State Regarding Dickinson, North Dakota

June 23, 2016Uncategorizedhomeless in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, poor people in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, working in Dickinson North Dakota, working in Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

If you are a poor person living in a different state, and you are considering coming to North Dakota, I have some advice and some warnings for you. If you are White Trash, and you don’t plan on buckling down before you get here, you will probably be stopped by the police your first day here, your information will be collected, and every time a police car gets behind you in Williston, Watford City, or Dickinson, your information will show up from when you were last stopped. They will try to get you for everything and anything that White Trash normally do: open container, DUI, drug paraphernalia, illegal drugs, drugs without a prescription, concealed weapon, failure to have vehicle insurance, and possession of stolen property.

Keep this in mind, I know someone this happened to, and I have read about it being done elsewhere. You can be arrested for possession of stolen property, placed in handcuffs, placed in a police car, be processed at the jail, have your photo taken, post bail, have court dates set, for “possession of stolen property”. After several months pass, and your court date nears, and you have obtained legal representation, and some legal filings have been made, the prosecutor may dismiss the case against you because they can’t prove that anything in your possession at the time of your arrest was stolen. You never did have any stolen property in your possession, but you were acting like White Trash, and the police in North Dakota will try every minute of every day to incarcerate you, or make you leave, they don’t care which. You will see for yourself if you don’t believe me.

If you are a poor person living in a different state, and you want to come to North Dakota, I want to warn you that it will be very difficult in a number of different ways. Because of the number of people who have tried to move to North Dakota since 2007, the local people here and the transplanted people here have no sympathy or mercy for anyone. The local people hate people from out of state now. Any problems that you may have, you will not find help, but you will find hatred.

If you have an older vehicle that is not in good condition, everyone here will notice you right away, treat you with scorn, assume you are White Trash, and expect that you will get out of your car and begin asking people for gas money. And if you do begin trying to tell people your hard luck story, several people will call the police immediately, and then you will have a hard luck story to tell involving the police, (see paragraph two above.) That is how you will be treated, and you need to know this before you come here.

If you have vehicle problems, and you have a credit card, you probably can get your vehicle repaired within a week at a car dealer, but know that it will be expensive. If you expect to not pay dealer prices and take your vehicle to a mechanic, you will probably be told that they can get to your vehicle in six weeks. They don’t want to hear your crying, they have about thirty people just as poor as you, in the same situation as you, ahead of you in line.

There is no homeless shelter in Dickinson or Watford City. God knows the Catholics in Dickinson collectively have way more than enough money to have a homeless shelter, but they don’t want one, because they hate you. You will not have any sympathy or mercy for being homeless in Dickinson, you will have hatred and scorn. You will not be left alone if you try to sleep in your vehicle. The truck stops, WalMart, the parks will not allow you to sleep in your vehicle. Retired Catholic couples in Dickinson like to go out to eat breakfast or lunch, then afterwards go driving through the parks, parking lots, and truck stops to spot people sleeping in their cars, and then call the police to report suspicious illegal activity. In their minds, all people who sleep in their vehicles are naer-do-wells, up to no good suspicious illegal activities, and they are just “cleaning out the trash”.

If you are poor, you will probably not be able to afford an apartment. Even though apartment rents have gone down, a cheap one bedroom apartment will probably be $750 per month, with $750 deposit due at the same time, with probably a $200 utility deposit due at the same time. Do you have $1,700 for an apartment, $300 gas money to get over here and drive around, $300 for a motel for a couple of days, $200 for food, that’s $2,500? You probably don’t if you are poor.

Everything that I wrote above is the truth, and I wanted you to know it before you try to come to North Dakota. I do have some suggestions to try to help you. Right now there are very few job openings in North Dakota. Look at all the jobs listed on the internet website Indeed.com for Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston. Also look on the North Dakota Job Service website for all jobs in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston. See if there are any jobs that you can do. Get a resume together, even if it is just a job history with employer names and dates of employment. Remember, North Dakota employers are simple, direct people, and they are looking for simple, direct, truthful answers, nothing fancy. Call or contact the job listings that you can do, and be ready to write down names, phone numbers, dates, and addresses. Don’t be a pain in the ass on the telephone with an employer asking a bunch of questions, as if you are helpless to figure things out for yourself, they are not the convention and visitors bureau, they are an employer.

At this time, I would not drive to North Dakota from out of state unless I had one good firm specific offer of employment, and at least two other employers that I had spoken to that were willing to give me a try if I got here. Don’t load up your entire family! If you have any friends or family where you are, or if your spouse has a job, let your spouse and family stay behind, they are much safer staying where they are, and you might have to go back. Probably about 60% to 70% of out of state workers return to where they came from within a year. Just the person who has the job offer needs to come.

Currently in western North Dakota, I know of two older motels that have a monthly rate of $650. This is where you want to stay when you first get to North Dakota. You do not want to get committed in a lease before you know how your job will turn out. Even as you get your first pay checks, do not get into an apartment lease, you need to save these first several pay checks. At your new job, you need to be aware that North Dakotans are slow thinkers, they are taking in the things that you say, and they are trying to think what to do with it. North Dakotans are sometimes determined to not like people, the friendliest they will ever be is when they first meet you, which is not too friendly, but they will take in what you say, consider it, and begin to hate you more and more. Things that you talk about that may seem ordinary, your North Dakota co-workers may be using to convince themselves more and more that they do not like you. So you may have thought that things were going well at your new job, but after a few weeks your North Dakota co-workers may say that you just can’t do anything right, and you will need to find another job. Save as much money as you can from your first pay checks, you may unexpectedly have to go home.

Kristi Schwartz, My Fourth Most Favorite Person In Dickinson, North Dakota

June 22, 2016UncategorizedKristi Schwartz Downtown Dickinson Association, Kristi Schwartz in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Kristi Schwartz is my fourth most favorite person in Dickinson, North Dakota, and she should be yours too, unless you are her husband.

Kristi Schwartz is probably higher rank than fourth with me, but I’m scared to rank her higher because women turn on me so quickly, that I’m not going to give her the chance to mess up my list, knowing she might turn on me, which might be right after she reads this.

I think that Kristi is attractive, she is in her early fifties, she dresses nicely, she is polite, and she behaves respectably. She owns and operates an Allstate Insurance agency in Dickinson, North Dakota. She is also the president of the Downtown Dickinson Association. When I am doing what I am supposed to be doing, she has an approving look towards me. When what I am doing is questionable, she has a wary look towards me. When what I am doing is not what she wants, she glares at me. So I think she is easy to understand and is a good communicator.

What I admire most about Kristi, I’m not saying that I like it, I’m saying that I admire it, was that she managed several different WalMarts for about 20 years. I can’t even handle the stress of shopping at WalMart. WalMart to me is like a Red Cross refugee camp.

Managing a WalMart in Casper, Billings, and Dickinson is to me the equivalent of completing Navy SEAL training and serving tours of duty in Iraq and Afghanistan. I could probably complete Navy SEAL training easier than I could manage a WalMart. If I had to manage a WalMart, I would either go out to my car and leave, or go out to my car and shoot myself in the head. I can’t even psychologically handle writing about WalMart.

I take that back, managing WalMart is more like completing tours of duty in Vietnam. Can you imagine the things that Kristi had to do? Can you imagine the things that Kristi had to live with? Can you imagine all the faces that haunted her at night, the screaming, the chaos? People begging for help, and there is no one to help them.

I recognize now that I am too weak to be of any use to Kristi. My weakness would only disgust her. I like to sleep, and I am unashamed about sleeping. There is no such thing as sleeping too much. And I like to play, and I can hardly keep from playing. Kristi has 38 horses, which is too many horses, and even thinking about or picturing 38 horses is difficult. You can’t sleep all day, and you can’t play if you have 38 horses.

I recommend that Kristi be admitted to the Dickinson Mafia. As I have already explained in previous blog posts, the Dickinson Mafia are a group of men who own businesses, own properties, are on boards of directors, are in government, who decide amongst themselves what they want to happen in Dickinson. The Dickinson Mafia exerted beneficial control over development in Dickinson to prevent haphazard chaotic development. In the past, the Dickinson Mafia controlled wages and employment in Dickinson, so that workers were paycheck-to-paycheck people, not making enough money to ever get ahead, or leave, ensuring that they had to return to work every Monday for the rest of their lives. The Dickinson Mafia does both good and bad things.

Once Again, Talking About Restaurants And Restaurant Employees In North Dakota

June 21, 2016Uncategorizedgoing out in Dickinson North Dakota, going out in Watford City North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, problem women in North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, restaurants in Dickinson North Dakota, restaurants in Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

I am once again writing about restaurants in Western North Dakota. Recently I wrote that just about all of the restaurants in Watford City have food that is both bad and overpriced. When most of the restaurants that people try in a town are bad, people are scared to try other restaurants in that town. I believe that many people who have to drive on Highway 85 deliberately do not stop in Watford City because of possibly one or two bad experiences dining in Watford City.

The one good restaurant in Watford City is Taco Johns. The food is good or O.K. The food is served quickly and it is not expensive. The staff are friendly, funny, and polite. I have never seen an employee there have a bad or negative attitude. So this shows me that it is possible to have a good, fast, inexpensive, friendly restaurant in Watford City.

This past Sunday evening in Watford City, I drove into town at about 6:30 p.m. and I noticed that the streets were vacant. I noticed many vehicles in the new hotel parking lots, the new apartment parking lots, and at the homes downtown. It was completely apparent that no one was going out, everyone was staying home. A little bit because of the Watford Police being so strict on DUI enforcement, but mostly because of the whole bad experience of going out in Watford City, people here just realize they need to stay home.

A neighbor here in Watford City who I have known for about five months, said that she and her family went out to eat in Watford City on Father’s Day, and that the waitress was really horrible, and had a very bad attitude about her job, and that this just ruined going out for her family. She said that she told the waitress, “You know, I hope that you find a job that you really like one day.”

The neighbor that was explaining this to me, was complaining that she and her husband together make about $16,000 per month, that they would like to go do things that they enjoy and go out to eat, but there is nothing to do and nowhere to go. I was surprised that my neighbor was telling me this, because I was thinking the exact same thing. I had worked every day from May 1st through June 15, every day. I had had several uncashed paychecks because I didn’t need the money and I didn’t feel like going to the bank. I had been too busy to go to a sit-down restaurant, and I didn’t really want to because they are all so bad. I had been eating mostly frozen dinners and take-out.

The middle of last week I went to a diner in Dickinson that I had been going to since 2011. The food is not very good, but I like visiting with customers that I know and employees that I know. I talked to some long time employees that I know, but the waitress didn’t know me, she was from out of state. At that time, there were not any customers, and I was trying to talk to the waitress, which she did not like, because she said so. So I left, leaving no customers in the diner.

I almost felt like telephoning the owner of the diner who I have known for four years on the following day, and explaining: “You have fewer, and fewer, and fewer customers. Yes it’s true that many workers have moved away, and many people have lost their jobs, a lot of people don’t have money. But, I have money, because I have been working every day for the last six weeks. I come to your diner to socialize, not for the food. Anything that I might order at your diner, I could just as easily make at home. Your waitress let me know that she did not like me, so I left, leaving no one in your diner. Why do you think there was no one in your diner, and you have less and less customers?”

I wrote several previous posts about “Problem Women” moving to North Dakota. I sometimes described these women as hating their job, hating their customers, hating their co-workers, and hating being here. You might think, “If they hate their job and being here so much, why don’t they just go back where they came from?” The answer is, they can’t go back where they came from. Back where they came from, they didn’t get along with their customers, co-workers, employers, and alienated all friends, neighbors, and family members. Restaurant owners must think, “She will learn that being unfriendly to customers will result in fewer customers, and less money for her, so there is no reason for her to be unfriendly.” In Watford City and Dickinson, I don’t know why the bar and restaurant owners have never realized that most of the women that they have hired as waitresses are so mentally messed up, that ruining a restaurant is what they are in the habit of doing, wherever they go.

Dan Porter, My Favorite Person In Dickinson, North Dakota

June 18, 2016UncategorizedDan Porter, Dan Porter in Dickinson North Dakota, Dan Porter Toyota Dickinson North Dakota, favorite person in Dickinson Dan Porter, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I like Dan Porter. Dan Porter is my favorite person in Dickinson, North Dakota. He is not my favorite person just because he owns and operates a very nice Toyota, Scion, Honda dealership, that has a good service department, that is fair, and does not overcharge, this is just a small part of why I like Dan Porter.

Dan Porter is likeable because he does not go around Dickinson acting arrogant, pompous, elitist, greedy, or mean. He goes to the West River Community Center just like everybody else, acts the same as everybody else while he is there, and avoids me just like everybody else. He goes to the bars and talks to everybody, and acts the same as everybody else. He drives a tiny, tiny mini-car that I don’t like, which is comical and amusing to everyone. He could just as easily have a new Toyota Landcruiser, Porsche, or Ferrari. This tiny mini-car is so funny, because he keeps driving it like it’s the best thing that money can buy.

All these things that I just described are reason enough to like Dan Porter, but there are other things that most people don’t know about Dan Porter, or they did know and have forgotten. I want to tell everybody, and remind everybody.

Some of the nicest things in the small town of Dickinson are the Theodore Roosevelt Airport, the West River Community Center, the West River Ice Skating Rink, the Biesiot Activities Center, and the St. Alexius Hospital. We all take it for granted that just south of town there is an airport that will allow you to fly out of Dickinson to get to anywhere in the World. We all take it for granted that in the Winter when it is below zero, we can go swimming, walk the track, and play tennis inside the West River Community Center.

Most people, especially the people from out of state, just assume that all of these facilities that I mentioned above, were built with government money. No they weren’t, they were built with Dan Porter’s money.

After I had lived in Dickinson for a year, I first heard it once from an old knowledgeable local person, and then I heard it from many more older local people, that the majority of people in Dickinson did not have an interest in the Theodore Roosevelt Airport, the West River Community Center, or the West River Ice Skating Rink. For the Airport, it was primarily a group of private investors that spent the money to make it a viable commercial airport. For the West River Community Center, again it was a group of private investors that had to build it. For the West River Ice Skating Rink, same thing, it was a group of private investors that built it. Several wealthy business owners told me that Dan Porter was one of the main promoters, organizer, and investor in building all these facilities in Dickinson that people mistakenly assume were built with government money.

If you look on the walls in the Biesiot Activities Center or the St. Alexius Hospital, you will see Dan Porter’s name on the wall as a donor. In just about all the places that you see Dan Porter’s name as a donor, you will see DJ Charbonneau’s name. After having to take my vehicles to Dan Porter Toyota and DJ Charbonneau Dodge, and after having met Dan Porter and DJ Charbonneau, I thought that these two guys were a lot alike. I never saw or heard about either of them mistreating anyone, talking down to anyone, taking advantage of anyone, or doing anything in a greedy way. I never met anyone that had anything bad to say about Dan Porter or DJ Charbonneau. When I did have a positive image of Dickinson in my head, it was because of things like the West River Community Center, and business owners like Dan Porter and DJ Charbonneau.

I have wanted to write this blog post for about six months, but it is very difficult to get much information about Dan Porter, and he probably wants it this way. Besides him being a lead organizer and large investor in many of the nicest facilities in Dickinson used by the public, Dan Porter has contributed to many other things in the community, such as Alive @ 5. If the price of oil had not fallen so far in 2015, Dan Porter probably would have been one of the biggest sponsors to build a large indoor concert event center in Dickinson. Though Dan Porter has remained mostly anonymous in spending a tremendous amount of his own money to make Dickinson a much better place to live for everybody, I thought that I should tell everybody that didn’t know, and remind everybody that forgot.

“Race” In Dickinson, North Dakota

June 13, 2016Uncategorizeddiscrimination in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, prejudice in Dickinson North Dakota, Race in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

Regardless of whether I like or don’t like African Americans, Hispanics, Native Americans, Lesbians, and Gays, I try to be fair. I don’t care who it is that is operating a cash register, a taxi, or a tractor truck as long as they are doing an O.K. job. I understand that our backgrounds, experiences, culture, values, and beliefs are different, and we are never going to look at everything the same way. I don’t mind that others see things differently.

Sometimes in the past, I have been able to talk to people from different countries about what things were like where they came from. I had a friend from Germany, a couple of friends from France, Czechoslovakia, Libya, some friends from Canada. They didn’t mind being asked about what it was like where they came from. They enjoyed talking about their families, the food, what they liked to do. You could say that they were proud about where they came from, and that they had had good experiences.

I had friends who were Chinese, Vietnamese, and Lebanese. These friends would only talk a little about where they came from and what their families were like. You could say that they seemed to be not very proud of where they came from, and to not have positive experiences that they wanted to share. But, they weren’t indignant and hostile about it.

You could see this paragraph coming. Being around African Americans, Hispanics, and Lesbians, when I try to have ordinary conversation about ordinary things, they are analyzing every word and trying to detect if any word could be racist. Lately, it is difficult to have any conversation with these groups because they are so eager to leap to the conclusion that you are being discriminatory.

For instance, Hispanics protested when a talking Chihuahua was on a Taco Bell television commercial. It’s a Chihuahua that talks, how is this racist? Some college campuses had theme parties where students wore sombreros and mustaches, and this was protested by Hispanics. Why are sombreros and mustaches racist? When people dress up as cowboys, bikers, construction workers, ballerinas, mountain men, vampires, nerds, geeks, Goths, …no problem.

After the Civil War, and up to the Civil Rights Movement and the Equal Rights Movement, people wanted to be treated equally. I think that things were headed that way, that people were paying less and less attention to race and skin color, it was beginning not to matter. However, I think that things like Affirmative Action started to force people to pay attention to race. People began to demand and expect preferential treatment because of their race. I think that other legislation, such as “Hate Crimes”, began to cause even more attention to be paid to race. Hitting someone is assault, shooting someone is murder or attempted murder, there are already penalties for these crimes, race shouldn’t make any difference. There has been such an increase in bringing attention to race and differences in people, that I think people are getting along together much worse

Though I don’t want to be unfair with African Americans, Hispanics, and Lesbians, I have never been more uncomfortable dealing with them than I am here in Dickinson. I have never seen these groups more eager to find fault with what I am saying than I am here in Dickinson. Though I think that individuals in these groups think that they are going to benefit from scrutinizing what other people say, and finding something wrong, the end result is actually going to be that people don’t want to have anything to do with them. They will find it more difficult to obtain employment and housing, not because of their race, but because they are found to be so difficult to get along with.

Bohemians, Romanians, Gypsies, And Reincarnation In Dickinson, North Dakota, Part II

June 1, 2016UncategorizedBohemians in Dickinson North Dakota, Dr. Elena Gabor, Gypsies in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Reincarnation in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In my previous post, Part I, I wrote about people from Bohemia having settled around the Dickinson area of North Dakota. I looked up some of the local family last names on the website “Ancestry.com”, and I found that these people came straight from what is now Czechoslovakia, their last names occur nowhere else in the United States outside of North Dakota. I also wrote that the young women from these local Bohemian families identify with Gypsies. Their fondness and ease at which they behave like Gypsies makes me believe that it is both cultural and genetic. Though Wikipedia and every other source tries to not admit that there was any “reason” why people who behaved like Gypsies began being referred to as “Bohemian” in the 1800s in Europe, I see living proof that Bohemians act like Gypsies. There, I said it, no one else in the world will acknowledge why the Gypsy lifestyle is referred to as “Bohemian”.

I was listening to a two hour radio interview with Dr. Elena Gabor about Hypnotic Regression, Past Lives, and Reincarnation. I have read about Reincarnation many times, sometimes it seems to make sense, other times not. It would perhaps explain child geniuses like Mozart who could play musical instruments and compose symphonies just a few years after birth. Also, there are historical records of children speaking foreign languages fluently without ever having heard or been taught this foreign language, or being able to identify by name the people and places in a far away town they have never been to. Dr. Elena Gabor was not saying anything that I had not heard before, what I was interested in, was her, more than what she was talking about.

Dr. Elena Gabor had a foreign accent, European, and a sure, confident, feminine voice. The interviewer, Richard Syratt, was saying that his Christian beliefs would just not allow him to accept Reincarnation, was it possible that these hypnotized patients were not retrieving information from previous lives, but were instead retrieving information from the “collective consciousness”. Dr. Gabor said that this was a possibility. There were many questions asked of Dr. Gabor: How many past lives do we have? Do we ever get to the point where we don’t have to come back? Do we meet and deal with the same people in each lifetime? ….Yes.

I was liking Dr. Gabor more and more because she was so calm, confident, and peaceful, even while she was being questioned and challenged. There was a caller to the radio show interview, he was an older man that had been in the military he said, and he began to ask if Dr. Gabor learned these things in Europe and when. The interviewer cut him off, as if he didn’t want to pursue the caller’s question, and I sensed that there was a reason for him being cut off. I could not wait to look up Dr. Elena Gabor on the internet, to see what she looked like, and to find out more about her background.

I looked up Dr. Elena Gabor on the internet, she looked very attractive in her photographs. She was about my age, long dark hair, thin, tan, about 5′-5″. I read her professional profiles, her mental health counseling and hypnotherapy credentials, her contact information. It took me a while longer to find that she was born in Romania, she graduated from medical school in Romania in 1995 as a medical doctor of Dentistry. Dr. Gabor did not really want to talk about being from Romania, and being a Dentist in Romania for ten years.

Dr. Gabor did not talk about how and why she got into Hypnosis, Regression, Past Lives, and Reincarnation. She believed in it enough to put her life as a Dentist behind her. Was it because of what she experienced, what she learned, or what she was born with? I think that it was all three of these things, but I want to emphasize that I think that she was born with it. She is Romanian. I think that this is what the caller to the radio show interview was insinuating when he began to ask if she learned this in Europe. I think that he was getting ready to ask her if she was a Gypsy, because after I read more about her, I was thinking the same thing.

The Gypsy people as they are called, are more formally identified as the “Roma” people. Every source that I read tries to say that the country of Romania was not named after, or because of, the “Roma” people. However, Romania has a high population of “Roma” people, Gypsies.

The “Roma” people, the Gypsies, originated in northern India. Originally, these people had the beliefs of Reincarnation. I believe that Dr. Elena Gabor is of Gypsy ancestry, and that she was influenced by Gypsy culture in Romania. I think that she did not want to mention anything about Gypsies or being Romanian while explaining Reincarnation and Past Lives because it would likely make it even more difficult for people to accept these “foreign” beliefs. Likewise, she did not want to mention anything about having been a Dentist, and subsequently have to explain why she gave up being a Dentist for about the thousandth time.

About ten different thoughts were occurring in my mind simultaneously that were all related. It wasn’t confusing or disconcerting to me, because to me all these thoughts made sense. I was liking Dr. Gabor because her voice was so calm, confident, peaceful, and she was attractive. She made me think of other women that I had met that were like this, who not only spoke like this, but would always put their hand on my back or shoulder and I would instantly feel better. She also made me think of the Bohemian/Gypsy women that I had met around Dickinson. Altogether, as I remembered these women, it was as if they were determined to like me, inexplicably. Conversely, I thought about some of the women in Dickinson that were determined to hate me, inexplicably. Have we all met before?

Bohemians, Romanians, Gypsies, And Reincarnation In Dickinson, North Dakota, Part I

May 30, 2016UncategorizedBohemians in Dickinson North Dakota, Codi Miller Amidon North Dakota, Codi Miller in Dickinson North Dakota, Gypsies in Dickinson North Dakota, Kit Miller in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, Reincarnation in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

In the Dickinson area of North Dakota, especially New Hradec and New England, there are Bohemians. No, I don’t mean hippie girls that don’t shave their legs and don’t take baths, I mean real Bohemians, from Bohemia. Bohemia, or the Bohemian Empire, was located in Europe where Czechoslovakia is now shown on maps.

My room mate, who is almost sixty, grew up in New Hradec. He said that in elementary school, the Bohemian children were speaking Bohemian, which he could not understand, and the teachers didn’t like it and would try to get them to stop. But at home, all the Bohemians spoke Bohemian, it was only the children that knew any English quite often. This “Bohemian” may have been Czechoslovakian, I don’t know, I wasn’t there.

I won’t go into the details, but I met two beautiful young Bohemian girls from Dickinson and New England, who looked very much alike. They were both about 5′-5″, had dark black hair, pale flawless skin, not overly skinny, very beautiful. They were both determined to like me. One got married. One didn’t get married, and remained wild, so wild that she scares me. The one that didn’t get married, I like to look at her Facebook page to see her pictures, her self photographs turn out wonderful. She acts like a Dr Seuss character. She is somewhat proud that she is Bohemian. I wish that I could tell you her last name, it’s so unique.

If you look up this young beautiful Bohemian girl’s unique last name on the internet or Facebook, you will see that there are about twenty more very beautiful young Bohemian girls in the Dickinson area with this same last name. They are all either care-free or wild. I have talked to men in their sixties and they remember these Bohemian girls from when they were in high school, they all said that they were very beautiful and very wild. Remember, I am talking about the local families in the Dickinson area who are from Bohemia.

Now that I have clarified that I am talking about local girls whose families are from Bohemia, I now want to say that these girls sometimes act like Gypsies, dress like Gypsies, drink like Gypsies, pass out/pee anywhere like Gypsies, and travel like Gypsies. Nowhere in Dickinson have I ever seen or heard anyone make the correlation between people from Bohemia and Gypsies, perhaps because there is a derogatory connotation with the word Gypsy. However, there are local young girls here in Dickinson of Bohemian heritage that seem to have Gypsy tendencies in them.

To complicate things further, southwest of Dickinson, in the Badlands, are the Miller girls. If you go look up the “Millers” on the internet or Facebook in the Dickinson area or Badlands area, all the Miller girls are pretty. Codi Miller was Miss North Dakota Teen and Miss North Dakota Rodeo. Codi’s sister Kit is just as pretty. They dress like Gypsies, model Gypsy clothing, have a Gypsy clothing website “Dakota Gypsies”, travel like Gypsies, ride horses like Gypsies, and never complain about there not being a bathroom around. Not only do they wear Gypsy clothing, they wear Bohemian clothing! I don’t even think that they even know that they are wearing Bohemian clothing, I think that they do it just out of instinct, which leads me to believe that they might be Bohemian too.

Mean Local Women In Dickinson, North Dakota

May 30, 2016UncategorizedCatholics in Dickinson North Dakota, hostile work environment in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, mean local women in Dickinson North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, out of state worker in Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have written in several previous blog posts about the work slow-down in Dickinson, North Dakota, beginning in 2015. Because my job had reduced work hours, I went back to my home in Idaho in the Spring of 2015 and got a trailer full of equipment so that I could do some self-employment work in Dickinson. The self-employment work helped some, but in December of 2015, I was not working many hours at my job, or at self-employment work. In February 2016, I was able to get a third job, just when I really needed it.

I was enjoying my third job, and making pretty good money at it, when a long-time employee at my first job unexpectedly gave his two-weeks notice. I was the only person at the company qualified to take his place, so I agreed to take over for him. With my two employers agreeing, I work 40 hours at my first employer, and 48 hours at my second employer. Which means working every day, of every week, of every month. I am happy to do it. This is what I have wanted to do since I first came to North Dakota in 2011. I came here to make money. I want to pay off every bill. It’s not that I need or want a new car, or motorcycle, or boat, I just want to pay off every bill.

I had filled-in for the long-time employee who unexpectedly gave his two-weeks notice in the past when he needed time off. I was very suspicious about why he was quitting. There were some very mean women at this work site, and I wondered if something had happened. He gave personal reasons for wanting to retire, however, he had a new full-time job in the same field, before his last day of work. I talked to my employer about letting this “retiring” employee fill-in for me if I got sick or injured, and my employer agreed. I asked this retiring employee if he would be willing to fill-in for me in an emergency and he said, “I will never, ever, ever work at that place, ever again.”

On my first day back at this job location where I had filled-in for several weeks in the past, there was a manager woman who was glaring and scowling at me, and I didn’t like it. I thought to myself, “I have got to get a tape recorder or body camera like the police wear, because it looks like I am going to have problems, and I don’t want to get into a he-said/she-said, accusatory work-place dispute.”

I have my own work to do, which I am the manager of, which I am responsible for, and nothing has gone wrong with my area of responsibility. However, there are two mean older women, that have several times attempted to interfere with me, and my area of responsibility. For the last month, on my daily work reports, 1/2 page is about the work, the bottom 1/2 page is documentation of personnel behavior. Most of the personnel are friendly and cooperative. Unfortunately, these two mean older women are managers and have been there a long time, so their hostility towards me gets followed by their subordinates.

Besides documenting interference with me, and interference with my work in my daily reports, I try to stay away from most personnel, and I try to say very little. I believe that it is possible that other personnel would/could say that I was “bothering them” for even speaking to them, or that anything I might say would/could be repeated out of context and used against me.

Outside of work I have tried to look up on the internet why the mean women, might be mean, is there something about their work that makes them mean, is this common? I did find a very long, detailed, specific article about why these women are mean, and the mean things that they do. This article said that these women are the highest source of “hostile work environment complaints” by far. The reason that I was documenting their behavior on a daily basis, was because I felt that their subtle daily treachery was just part of a broader scheme to cause me big problems. The article said that this was correct, subtle signs of hatred like “raised eyebrows, glares, stares, and scowls” are followed up with “failure to provide necessary information, failure to provide assistance when needed, setting up situations that would lead to a failure”.

There were many horrendous examples of what women in this field do to their coworkers, especially young women, new hires, and pregnant women. Reasons given why young women coworkers and newly hired women coworkers were mistreated were: “wanting to see if they were tough enough”, “wanting to see if they could handle pressure”, “disliking the new hire because she did too good a job in comparison to her coworkers”. One of the reasons why there was so much research done about “hostile work environment” in this field, was because so many people leave this field, and there is always a staffing shortage in this field. By the way, there is a big staffing shortage at this location in Dickinson, and I see why.

But why are these mean women, mean to me? Why are they like this? I looked them up on Facebook. The first thing I saw on their Facebook pages, was what good devout Catholics they are. Once again, here we go again, what perverted teaching and understanding of Jesus Christ, God, and Christianity, makes Catholics here in Dickinson be hostile, unfriendly, and uncooperative to other people? These mean women at this job location are good devout Catholics, and I’m not Catholic, and I’m not from here, is this what this is about?

I talked to a few other employees at this job location that I have known since before I started working here again. They each said they had wondered and suspected that the mean older women were unfriendly and uncooperative to them because they were not Catholic, and they were not from here.

It is too bad that the overall corporate management is not aware of what is going on. They have had a staffing shortage at this location for years. It took me only a few hours to find a long, detailed, specific article based on a great deal of research conducted at universities and job locations to determine why this field has by far the greatest amount of complaints of “hostile work environment”. The longer that the corporate management allows these women who are notorious for bullying new hires to remain, the more personnel they will lose and the harder it will be to find personnel willing to work at this location.

The Rock Bar And Downtown Dickinson Summer Concerts

May 27, 2016Uncategorizedconcerts in Dickinson North Dakota, Downtown Dickinson Concert, entertainment in Dickinson North Dakota, First on First Dickinson Summer Nights, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, Rock Bar Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

The first Downtown Dickinson Summer Concert will be Thursday, June 9th, 5:30 p.m. to 10:30 p.m. 1st Street will be closed from the Rock Bar all the way to Bernie’s Esquire Club. The concert area will be larger this year so that people have more room, the food vendors have more room, and so that both Bernie’s Esquire Club and the Rock Bar can have outside beer gardens.

You can go to the Facebook page “First on First, Dickinson Summer Nights” to see who the performers are each week, all the way through to September. The event is free to everyone, no charge for entry. Part of the money to pay for the performers is raised by the alcohol sales at Bernie’s Esquire Club and the Rock Bar, that is why there is the policy of no personal alcohol being brought to the event. Everybody that is going to drink alcohol needs to buy it from Bernie’s Esquire Club or the Rock Bar so that the performers can be paid.

This year the event will be different. The event area is larger, so that people will not be so tightly packed together in front of the stage. There will be more bathrooms located throughout the event area. I am from out-of-state, and I don’t mind saying what everybody has noticed, most of the out-of-state workers have returned to the states where they came from. If the local people in Dickinson found the events to be too crowded last year, they won’t be too crowded this year.

I also want to tell everybody that Kathy Fisher has returned to again own the Rock Bar! I am sure that there are many friends, customers, and former employees that will be very happy to see Kathy.

Banking In Dickinson, North Dakota

May 21, 2016Uncategorizedbanking in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

I have had bank accounts with First Union, SunTrust, Wachovia, Bank of America, Zions, Washington Federal, and Wells Fargo. Over the twenty seven years of having bank accounts, I have had a few small problems with banks. A 35 year old teller with Bank of America put my deposit into someone else’s account, I saw it on my deposit receipt as I was walking away, I turned right around and she realized what she did, and she fixed it. I was not mad at her at all, because she had always been so helpful and cordial.

When I opened an account at Zions Bank, I explained very clearly that I wanted all mail related to my account to go to my P.O. Box, not to my house, that I hated to even give them my home address. I explained that my house was in a rural area, and that my mailbox was down at the paved road with six other mail boxes. Zions Bank assured me that they would not send anything to my home address, then Zions Bank began mailing things to my home address.

I have had a few other small problems with banks. I have talked to friends and acquaintances about banking problems, and I have read about major problems other people have had with banks. A friend of mine with a CDL drove for a trucking company in Dickinson for two weeks, received a check for $1,400, deposited it, and got $200 cash back. The trucking company check bounced, and the bank wanted the $200 back from my friend, which he did not have. This is some of what I want to talk about, banking in Dickinson.

Whenever I would go to the Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson, every customer at each teller, always appeared to be having problems. It was not a matter of going to the teller that didn’t have problems, it was a matter of getting the teller who only had problems for about four minutes, rather than ten minutes. When I was in line at Wells Fargo in Dickinson, it was like being at a border crossing. It was worse than being at the Department of Motor Vehicles, because the DMV has laws that you can count on, whereas at Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson, there was no telling what was going to happen.

More than once, as I was waiting in line at Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson, wondering what in the world could be taking so long to complete these people’s transactions, a man of about 45 years would say to a teller, “I have done business with banks in many different states, including Wells Fargo. I don’t know what it is about this bank, but I always have problems at this bank. Now, I have another bank that I can take this check to, but you have got something wrong here.” I was thinking the exact same thing. About three times I called Wells Fargo Bank and explained what was happening to everyone at this bank in Dickinson, and I was told, “Do not hesitate to call if you have something go wrong at this bank, when Wells Fargo Bank receives enough complaints about this bank, then something will be done about it.”

To my amazement, Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson suddenly got about four really good, sharp, quick thinking tellers that had no problems. I believed that Wells Fargo might have hand picked some of the best tellers from elsewhere and offered them more money to come to Dickinson, this was about mid 2014. Things went much better at Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson for about a year. Then, one really good teller moved away, one really good teller got promoted to a desk, one really good teller went to manage a Western store, leaving about two good tellers. I love the two good tellers, but I kept getting “the young witch” and “the slug”. With the young witch, I presented a Wells Fargo check from the state of Idaho payable to me, for a small amount, which she could not cash after about five minutes of trying, so I took it from her, and tore it up and gave it back to her, since she put a hex on this check. With the slug, I can hand her both a check and a completed deposit slip, and she will say, “Are you wanting to cash this check?”

I can’t handle Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson. I begin to have anxiety and apprehension as I drive to Wells Fargo Bank, with the intention of depositing a two week pay check. I just expect to have problems, and I need to get that money into my checking account. I have sometimes turned my truck around thinking, “I can’t deal with this shit today, I am just going to go cash this at Dakota Community Bank.”.

At the Dakota Community Bank by WalMart, I have had way way less trouble than Wells Fargo Bank, and I don’t even have an account at Dakota Community Bank! Recently, my room mate was out of town, a check came in the mail for him, he told me to take it to Dakota Community Bank and just hand it to them, they would deposit it, and get a receipt from them. They did it, no problem! At Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson where I have an account, I can’t even get them to cash a Wells Fargo check from the state of Idaho, payable to me!

I contacted Dakota Community Bank in Dickinson by telephone, and explained to the person why I wanted to open a checking account, I was having so many problems with Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson. I explained that I absolutely did not want to have any banking mail sent to my home in Idaho, because I’m not there. After everything was agreed upon, and I told her when I would be there, she said she was leaving, someone else would help me. I was very very angry, I said, “Listen, I just got done explaining several things to you so that you know and understand. I didn’t want to come to the bank without first explaining what I wanted. I wasn’t just trying to waste my time.” She said, “We have someone who has been here two months who can help you open your account.” I said, “No, no, no, that is exactly what I don’t want.” I said that I was so angry right now, I don’t even think I can come in there today to open an account, let me speak to the manager. I explained to the manager, “I have accounts at several different banks right now, but the only one in Dickinson is Wells Fargo. I have never had problems with banks like I have had with Wells Fargo in Dickinson. I wanted to open a checking account with your bank, I called ahead to explain what I wanted, and what I didn’t want. Everything was understood, then the person I explained this to, says she won’t be here. Someone who has been here two months can help me. If I wanted to have problems with inexperienced people, I wouldn’t need to open an account at your bank, I could just keep going to Wells Fargo.” Maybe they should have said, “Aahh, that’s O.K., please don’t come here.” That’s what I would have said. They just agreed to have me set up my account with a different person.

When I went to Dakota Community Bank and began filling out a form, there were check boxes on the form for personal checking, business checking, personal savings, certificate of deposit, safe deposit box, and ATM/debit card. I said, “On this ATM/debit card check box, is this separate from the checking account?” She said, “What do you mean?” I thought she was being stupid, like at Wells Fargo, and I was beginning to get angry. I said, “Well, I have opened checking accounts at different banks, and with a checking account, you get checks, and you get an ATM/debit card.” She said, “Well, if you get denied for a checking account, you will also get denied for an ATM/debit card.” I said, ”Denied for a checking account? What are you talking about, denied for a checking account?”

The Dakota Community Bank woman said that they were going to do a credit check before they would allow me to have a checking account. I said that I have very good credit. She said, well, we are going to check. The credit check was being run as I was filling out a form. I asked if this was a free checking account, or were there fees? She said that it was free as long as I didn’t have a negative balance. I said, “Negative balance? Are you kidding me?” I was thinking, “Negative balance, what the fuck are you talking about? That’s in default. What the fuck are you talking about?” This bank woman started talking about the other checking accounts that I could choose from that would allow me to run up to a negative $1,000 balance, which I thought was fucking crazy. I said, “No, no, I have never been overdrawn in my life.” When my credit check report got printed out, my credit score was 772, which is very very good. It is not even higher because I only have two credit cards, that’s my only points deduction. I said to the woman, I have never ever had a bank run a credit check before they would allow me to open an account, they had only ever wanted an initial deposit, and my personal information. I said, “Maybe you have so few problems in comparison to Wells Fargo Bank in Dickinson, because you require a credit check.” She said, “If people have a history of owing banks money, why would we want to let them open an account with us?”

As we were finishing up the opening of this checking account, I felt like I was getting the White Trash treatment. They were in no way believing that I would have a good credit report. I wasn’t from Dickinson, therefore I must be White Trash. However, I was thinking, that the most White Trash thing a person could do would be to have a negative checking account balance, which people here in North Dakota think is the commonly accepted thing to do. No, it’s not, it’s called being in default.

The Chickens Gang, Dickinson, North Dakota

May 18, 2016UncategorizedChickens Gang in Dickinson North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

You won’t read about the Chickens Gang in the Dickinson Press. The Dickinson Police don’t really want to talk about the Chickens Gang either.

There is no telling what the Chickens Gang will do next. With that in mind, I think that women in Dickinson should start being more careful: don’t go out alone at night, always be aware of your surroundings, don’t dress provocatively, don’t wear leggings or yoga pants. The Chickens Gang has already shown that they will do anything, so if you don’t want to end up as a sex slave of the Chickens Gang, don’t dress provocatively, don’t wear leggings or yoga pants in public.

People from out of state, I have written in my blog posts for the past several months that about 80% of the oil field jobs have gone away in the past year, there are not many job openings, the rents and housing prices are still very high, and that the price of oil might go up, but the oil companies won’t begin hiring unless the price of oil remains high for about six months. I wrote that now is not a good time to move to Dickinson, North Dakota. Now, with the Chickens Gang, it is not a good time to move to Dickinson, North Dakota until we get this under control.

Some Angry Women In Western North Dakota

May 14, 2016Uncategorizedgoing out in Dickinson North Dakota, going out in Watford City North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, what is Dickinson North Dakota Like, wht is Watford City North Dakota like, women in Dickinson North Dakota, women in Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

Partly because I got so busy at two of my jobs, I quit going to restaurants in Dickinson and Watford City. For the past couple of weeks I have gone through the drive-thru at Arby’s, or I ate frozen dinners. I have spent a lot less money. I have uncashed pay checks laying in my bedroom and my vehicle.

The other part of why I quit going to restaurants, and why I have uncashed paychecks, is because the women at the restaurants and the women at the bank are such angry people that I don’t want to go there. At the restaurants, there is absolutely no way that I am going to order alcohol because of the way the police are in Dickinson and Watford City. I feel bad for the waitresses because they don’t have many customers, so I have been leaving them a 25% to 40% tip. But they still walk around acting angry all the time, and I am sick of it. I don’t want to be around them.

Yes, many women in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston really blew it. These women will never, ever, in their lifetime have 30 men to 1 women ratios again. 2007 to 2014, seven years, was their chance to date as many men as they wanted, then narrow it down to the best 3 or 4, and ask them if they were ready to get married. This was the best opportunity that any woman would ever have to pick a husband. But they wanted to have a good time, but they wanted to try to do better, they didn’t think that it would come to an end, but it did. They probably got accustomed to telling men to “fuck off”, and acting shitty towards men. Now, it has dawned on them that they are making $350 a week as a waitress in desolate, barren, cold North Dakota, all the men have gone, and they’re not coming back. Yes, they’re screwed.

These angry women are just reaping what they have sewn. They have no one to blame but themselves. I am going to tell you what their mom and dad are thinking, what their family and friends back in Minnesota or Montana are thinking, what every employer who reads their resume is thinking, what anyone who finds out is thinking: “Yeah, right, you’re a cute young lady that was working in Watford City or Williston for three years as a waitress, and you’re not married? Yes, we get the picture.”. And they would be 100% correct. They were having a good time, that’s why they stayed there for three years. They made their bed, now they can lay in it.

At the bank that I currently go to in Dickinson, I keep getting the angry young women tellers, that are angry that they didn’t catch a man. They not only got to see hundreds of men every day, but they got to see how much money they were making, and how much money they had in their account. One of the young lady tellers is very pretty, and as white as she can be. She picked as her fiancé, a man that you could say was “diverse”. God knows, everyone knows, how bad white men are, white men are practically the source of everything bad in the world. So though there were thousands of white men to date in Dickinson, she could not date a white man. Her fiancé, his mom and dad, loaded their belongings onto burros, and headed back where they came from, leaving this poor defiled white girl behind. Now, every time I go to the bank, this pretty young white girl is acting all bug-eyed and freaked out, and I don’t know if she is going to tear my pay check up, tear my driver’s license up, because I am a white male and I am being paid well, and this can’t be right.

Next week, I am going to take my uncashed paychecks and open a checking account at Dakotah Bank. The people at Dakotah Bank are fairly reasonable local people. I am too scared to go to the other bank, I just never can tell what those women are going to do, they are just so angry.

Holy Shit! I Can’t Believe How Women Have Changed In North Dakota!

May 14, 2016UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, POF in Dickinson North Dakota, POF in Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, women in Dickinson North Dakota, women in Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

Though I swore that I would never again look at the internet dating site “Plenty of Fish”, I got bored and looked at it last night. Holy Shit! I can’t believe how women have changed in North Dakota!

In previous blog posts, I wrote that I had never looked at internet dating sites until I got to North Dakota in 2011. There were so few women in Dickinson, I didn’t know what else to do to meet women. When I went to work in an oil field in southwest Texas in 2012, I continued to look at women’s profiles on Plenty of Fish.

I may have written already, that I had thought that I had understood women, but after reading about a thousand women’s profiles on Plenty of Fish, I was shocked to see that I hadn’t understood women at all. I was literally sickened at what I saw. I had always thought that women were interested in romantic love, but in reality, they were solely interested in what you had to offer. In fact, they were very calculating about what they wanted, and if you didn’t have what they wanted, do not contact them. All the women had a list of requirements.

The most common requirement, was that the man should be at least six feet tall, even if they were 5’-2”. This is what they wanted, and if you were not at least six feet tall, do not contact them. Another common requirement was that the man must understand that they had children, and that their children would always come first. There were different financial requirements for the man, such as that he must be a “professional”, he must have at least a bachelors degree, that he must like to travel and be able to travel, which means he must be able to pay for everything.

One of the reasons that I was so disgusted with women after reading so many of their profiles, was how and why did they think they were able to make these unilateral demands? If you have two or three kids, where is your husband? You let some man impregnate you two or three times, now where is he? And why the fuck do you think that you can start making demands of men you have never met?

I had not looked at Plenty of Fish profiles for more than a year. Last night I looked. Many of the same unattractive women in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston still had their profiles up and were checking them daily. Many of the not very attractive women still had their profiles up and were checking them daily. Many of the O.K. looking women still had their profiles up and were checking them daily. I thought it was sad, they had a list of demands, and no one was very interested in accommodating them.

I was surprised to see profile pictures of some very, very, attractive women in Dickinson, Watford City, and Williston. I read the profiles of these very attractive women, and I could not believe it! Just about every last one of them dropped every requirement. Holy Shit! What happened! There was no height requirement, no age requirement, no income requirement, no education requirement, no demand to pay for their travel, and no condition that their kids come first. One of these very attractive women said, “I’m just looking for a guy that will stick around.”. Some of these very attractive women said that they would like to go out for drinks, or go out to dinner. This is the first time that I have ever seen very attractive women acting reasonable in their profile.

In Williston, the ratio of men to women had been probably 10:1, in Watford City the ratio had probably been 30:1, in Dickinson the ratio was about 3:1. There were about 20,000 men in Williston and Watford City that were desperately seeking women for company, that were being paid high wages due to working many hours, that were willing to spend a lot of money on women. All of that is gone, it is over. About 20,000 men have left North Dakota and gone home. Left behind are these very attractive women who were used to having men fight over them for the chance to spend money on them. They got left here. I guess that when all those guys lost their jobs in Williston, they were broke, and left town, left these women here. Now what are they supposed to do? Well, I will give these very attractive women credit for realizing right away that they had better start acting reasonable. I didn’t even bother reading the profiles of the not good looking women. Any opportunity they had for getting a man is now gone in their lifetime thanks to their list of demands.

Black People In Western North Dakota

May 8, 2016UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

I have stated that the purpose of this blog is to write the truth about what it is like here in North Dakota. I have already offended many people with what I have written. I want to be able to write the truth, like newspapers can’t. In this post, I want to write about black people, and both black people and white people need to read it.

I grew up in the South. After I had enough of getting beat by the nuns at Sacred Heart School every day, I started going to a public elementary school. About half the kids at this public school were poor. About 15% of the kids were black, and they were all from poor families, many of them from single mom households. The black kids fought more fiercely than the white kids. I got into fights with some black kids, I had a few black friends.

In Junior High and High School, I had a few black friends. It wasn’t until I got out of school that I fully understood how poor the black kids’ families had been. The black kids hadn’t really complained about their circumstances that much, probably partly out of pride and not wanting to be ashamed. In all kinds of ways, the teachers and administrators had done things to try to help the black students because they were aware of their circumstances, wanted them to stay in school, wanted to keep them from getting into trouble, wanted them to graduate, and be able to get a fairly good job. In no way were blacks picked on in our local public school system, it was just the opposite.

In the college and the university that I went to, I had a few black friends. One of these black students had the best academic record that I was ever aware of. After six years at this very difficult university when he graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering, he had only ever made one B, everything else was an A. He later became a patent attorney.

After I graduated, I went to work in Tampa as an engineer. Later I became a superintendent and had to work from about 6:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., or later. I could not stand it when I would get home to my apartment, and somebody somewhere was playing “Rap music”, “Ghetto music”, “music from the Hood”, doooom! doooom! doooom! coming from the bass speakers with a 1,000 watt amplifier. I had listened to heavy equipment operating all day long and I didn’t want to hear any more loud banging. It was just as likely to be coming from some white kid’s car as it was some black kid’s car, but I couldn’t stand it.

Partly, the white kids and the black kids knew that it was annoying to everybody in the neighborhood, that’s why they did it. Partly, they liked this music that hyped living on the street, doing drive by shootings, slapping bitches, picking up whores, buying some crack, killing cops. I felt like they should go live in the ghetto if they liked it so much, what are you doing living here in north Tampa in this white working class neighborhood, you should be living in south central Tampa.

I went to the most expensive apartments that I could find. They had a wrought iron gate with a scanner that read a bar code on your car window, opened the gate and closed it behind you. I explained to my current leasing office why I was moving and paid the lease breakage penalty. I explained to the new leasing office exactly why I was moving in. The apartments were so expensive that all the one bedroom apartments were taken, they only had two bedroom apartments available, fine, I’ll take it.

In case you didn’t catch it, I was trying to move away from low class people, hoodlum people, stupid people who played Rap music, Ghetto music, Hood music. Also, I didn’t want to be around trashy, low class, ghetto acting people.

Things were O.K. for a while at my new apartment. My neighbor Eileen was very beautiful, she had been a model, and a dancer on television shows, and I went out with her. Another neighbor was a captain in the Coast Guard. Then one day, doooom doooom doooom from stereo speakers, a black man and his wife had moved in downstairs. Then in order to afford the rent, a black man, his wife, and two adult sons, all moved into the apartment across the hall, splitting the rent four ways. I couldn’t believe it, then again I could.

What makes me enraged, is that black people who have lived in the ghetto, lived in the hood, lived in public housing, know about gangs, drive by shootings, crack dealers, muggings, break-ins, robberies, and they don’t like it. They see nice new clean apartments, green grass lawns, clean sidewalks, new cars, quiet, peace, and safety, and they want to live there. The first thing they do when they get there is to start playing their “kill a cop, slap a bitch, beat a whore, buy some crack” ghetto hood music! And, start to act like and behave like it is the ghetto. Example of acting like it is the ghetto: instead of coming home, going inside, watching TV, working on the computer, reading, talking to friends on the phone, ghetto people park in front of a building, loiter around their cars, stand out there drinking, yelling at each other, talking really loud on the telephone using bad language, and forcing everyone to have to deal with them to get past them and into their apartment. This instantly turns a good, quiet, peaceful neighborhood, into a bad neighborhood.

There are at least three reasons why black people do this. One reason is, they truly want to get away from badly behaving people, and they don’t realize that they are badly behaving people. Two, they like to behave badly just to irritate white people, they notice that no one else is playing music loud, that it is not desired, so they go ahead and do it. Three, they are going to ruin every neighborhood they can, just like they did in the neighborhood where they came from.

Within about two weeks me and my neighbors were loading our furniture into U-Haul trucks, and paying our lease breakage fees. I put my furniture into storage and moved out West. I don’t like gangs, I don’t like the ghetto, I don’t like the hood, I don’t want to listen to ghetto music about the hood, I don’t want to be around people who act like they are from the hood. Even if I bought a $200,000 house in Tampa, the very next day a black family could move in next door and start playing their gangsta music about killing cops, slapping bitches, buying crack, doing time, and acting like people from the ghetto. Not going inside, but remaining in their driveways drinking, yelling at each other, loudly using bad language, and forcing everyone in the neighborhood to have to deal with them.

I left Florida because as an engineer, superintendent, and project manager, I could not earn enough money to afford a place to live where black people would not move in close by and start playing ghetto music, acting like it was the ghetto, and making it be a ghetto.

After living in Colorado, Arizona, Idaho, Utah, and Texas, I came to North Dakota to work in the oil field in 2011. I noticed that there were very few black people in North Dakota. There were so few black people, that no one had anything to say about it. By about 2012, through word of mouth, black people all over the United States heard about $12-$15 per hour jobs in fast food, restaurants, and WalMart. That was double the rate of pay for those same jobs in other states. The number of black people in Dickinson rapidly increased.

This is the truth: In restaurants in Dickinson I have seen blacks become so loud, so disruptive, so misbehaved, loudly using bad language, that customers at different tables have gotten up and gone to the managers and complained. I personally know a 20 year old white waitress that was beat up by a black guy in Dickinson six months ago. I quit going to the West River Community Center for a while, because there were groups of blacks that would come in and act like hoodlums and savages. I complained to the staff, and they said yes, we know, we have had several fights break out on the basketball court, and when we have had to go break up fights, it always involves blacks.

Having stated some of my history with blacks, and some of my recent experiences with blacks, I try to be fair with blacks but I prefer to keep my distance. Recently, I became aware on a construction project, that a young black couple was having financial problems, reduced work hours for both of them, they were going to have a hard time paying their rent. One manager that I know was able to hire the wife to work in the office. She seemed O.K. I thought about it, yeah, I could probably get her husband hired. I talked to him, he seemed O.K., I offered him the job pending his background check. They were both happy, they were going to get caught back up money wise.

A couple of days later, here comes this truck with ghetto music blaring extremely loud, driving about twice the speed it should have been driving, right beside the administrative office where moms and toddlers are walking all the time, and it’s some black guy driving and acting like a savage, having no consideration for the value of another human life that he might run over, no decency, like I have never seen anyone else do in the three months I’ve been at this site. And guess who he’s here to see? The black husband and wife that were just about to lose their apartment. I can see now why this black guy’s employer and this black woman’s employer reduced their hours, they wanted them and their hoodlum friends out of North Dakota. And we just helped them with additional employment so they can stay. I am now sorry that we did. I don’t like the ghetto, the hood, inner city gangsters, rap music celebrating abusing women, hood music about shooting cops, inner city gangster music about buying crack, and rude, obnoxious, inconsiderate thug behavior, so I really regret helping this black husband and wife to stay in North Dakota if this is what they are going to bring with them.

Understanding God In Dickinson, North Dakota

May 7, 2016UncategorizedLiving in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, understanding God in Dickinson North Dakotaname withheld

When I was about three years old, I believe that I remember something about scissors and the Methodist Sunday school teacher woman being mad at me. When I went to Sacred Heart Catholic School beginning when I was six, I remember getting hit and beat every day. There I learned some more about God, Jesus, the Apostles, and Mary. But I think I understood about God without anybody having to tell me.

When I was a kid, I was pretty content riding my bike, making tree forts, exploring along the river banks, rowing my small boat. I didn’t think that anything bad was going to happen to me, and nothing did, which was kind of miraculous. I unknowingly walked up to a very large alligator when I was small, and it did nothing, it had probably seen me before and I didn’t notice him. I unknowingly walked beside rattlesnakes, and they only made noise when I was past them. I was followed by the largest shark that I have yet seen, when I was small and on a surfboard, but it didn’t get me. All of the aforementioned animals could have gotten me when I was small and by myself, but they didn’t.

I always felt that I was not alone. As I got older and had difficulties and problems, sometimes I didn’t understand what was going on, but I didn’t feel like I was alone. Just like the alligators, snakes, and sharks didn’t get me, my life kind of went on like that. I had good fortune in ways that I had not planned or expected. I was spared severe consequences for some mistakes I had made. More than I can count or wish to recall, there have been men and women who have tried to do all sorts of bad things to me, things that I didn’t know about, wasn’t thinking of, hadn’t even considered, so I was in no way prepared to defend myself, yet none of those bad things happened to me.

As I got older and older, I began to have more and more anxiety, as I recollected things and events that had occurred that I had really not understood at the time. One example, I had graduated first in my high school class, which I had never planned or thought about. I received a tuition free scholarship to a very expensive private college. I didn’t know it, but the dormitory student supervisor from a very wealthy family in New York City, didn’t think that I belonged at this college. I used to go to the lake on the edge of campus to do some of my homework. A female student was jogging not far from the lake, a young man tried to drag her into the woods, unsuccessful, he ran to a dormitory next door to where I lived. The dormitory supervisor who didn’t like me, considered me a prime suspect, and questioned me about my whereabouts in the days following, which I didn’t take seriously at all. After a few days, I was requested by the dormitory supervisor to come down to the lobby, standing in the lobby was a young lady that I had never met, which I walked up to, and a police officer said, “That’s far enough.”. She just smiled and said, “No”, and they left. I was only slightly irritated at the dormitory supervisor, it hadn’t wasted much of my time, and I didn’t give the situation much thought. Next year, a female student was grabbed while she was jogging, but this time the assailant was caught right on the spot, it was Neil from the dormitory next to where I lived. Neil did not look much different from me, and I then realized that it would have been very easy for the first young lady to have mistaken me for him, especially since my dormitory student manager was so eager to suggest that I was the one who did it.

Again and again, it was only later on that I would clearly recollect events in my life that most likely would have turned out very badly if it were not for Divine Intervention. I felt like Wilbur The Pig from the book “Charlotte’s Web”, only to a much greater degree. It was more than blind luck, both my good fortune and my lack of severe punishment for my mistakes. When I began working, I did not stay in jobs for much more than a year. Very mean employers would grind their teeth that I was always getting away with things in ways that normally wouldn’t happen. Benevolent employers promoted me to superintendent and project manager when I was young because things went well on my projects, and they laughed at the odd and unexpected ways that I was getting out of trouble.

I wanted to try living in the West, and I moved to different states, I tried different careers. Most of those years were O.K., some periods of happiness, some periods of anger and frustration. But again I had very good fortune, and was spared severe punishment for my mistakes. Through no planning and no intention, only circumstances, I had at one time two Porsches, two Mercedes, a Jaguar, a Jeep, three trucks, two motorcycles, all kinds of other things, and a house on five acres. A few years after that, I found out that my girlfriend had been an undercover informant for the FBI. I only found out when I did an internet search for her a few years later to see what she was up to. (You can go do a Google search for “Rebecca Flagstaff ATF informant” and you will see many articles about her.). Again, I was very very lucky that I was not in a lot of trouble.

It was not until I got to Dickinson, North Dakota, where the people were so mean, unfriendly, uncooperative, and hostile, that I was not O.K. Looking back, I would say that my Guardian Angel, whatever it was, who had been with me my whole life could barely handle this shit in Dickinson. Several times on jobsites in Dickinson, that I am aware of, that I can recount, I was spared horrible outcomes. A company owner told me that he had turned off a valve to a high pressure steam line at a refinery, for me to disconnect the line, I asked him didn’t it have to depressurize, he told me no, it was. I tried to disconnect it, it would not come loose. Company owner got mad, got up there, it disconnected on him, big explosion, everybody ran out of building to see what happened. Several other things like this in Dickinson, where I could have gotten hurt very bad on a jobsite, a lot of it caused by hostile and malicious North Dakotans, but I was spared through Divine Intervention probably. I feel very bad about the death of Eric Haider on a jobsite in Dickinson, because I was nearly killed several times by my wonderful bosses and coworkers.

Dickinson was so horrible, that I could not handle it on my own, though I said that I had never felt like I was alone, ever since I was a kid, when the alligators, snakes, and sharks didn’t get me, all through growing up, all through my different careers, living in different states. For the first time in my life, I felt that I needed to go to Church, that I should go to Church.

I won’t go into how I found a Church to go to because I don’t want to name it, but I had a lot of confidence in the pastor at first. I had confidence in the pastor, and I agreed with what he had to say. I explained to this pastor that I had always believed in God, I had always believed that God was watching over me, that I had always had very good fortune, that I had always been spared from bad things, and that I had no trouble with faith in God, however I was greatly distressed with the people here in Dickinson. He only partly understood, which I suppose means that he didn’t understand.

After some steady Church attendance, I believed in the people in this Church. I believed that they believed in God, that they wanted to do what was right and good, that they would try. I got to know some of the people in the Church, and they were good people. I gave some money to the Church, I provided some employment to people in the Church.

After some time, I began to have some doubts about the pastor. At first I still thought that he was a good person, he was doing what he thought was right. After more time passed, I thought that he should probably be able to see that some of the things that he was doing were not right. I quit going to Church partly because work got in the way, but partly due to growing doubt. This was troubling to me because I was seeking to be more confirmed in my faith by going to Church, but instead my doubt was increasing.

I discussed with a friend of mine who is a devout follower of the late Herbert Armstrong my concerns about the pastor of the Church that I had been attending. My friend pointed out many things that were wrong. In hours and hours of discussion with my friend, we agreed that the pastor was wrong about some things he was teaching and doing. But I disagreed with my friend also. We disagreed about the necessity of the Sabbath day actually being Saturday, that when you die you are dead until you are resurrected, that I should only date women my own age, and many other things.

I was disgusted. Everyone was believing, teaching, and doing something different. The Catholics in Dickinson go to Mass, and apparently that excuses them for quadrupling the rent and not helping people. The Mormons believe, “Just as God evolved, we too can evolve to become like God, and become God of our own planet one day.”. The Jehovah Witnesses believe that when you die, you are jut dead in the ground, until the resurrection. The Muslims believe that Jesus was a prophet, but not the Son of God. The Jews don’t believe that Jesus was the Son of God. And the Church I go to denies that anyone has a parking space for me to put two trucks and two equipment trailers on. The Native American Red Elk teaches that life is our own dream, and that all the people are just players in our dream, and life will play out however we decide in our own dream.

I was disgusted and uncertain. Who is right? Who do you trust? What do you believe? Is there a God? Is this all made up? If it is all made up, maybe I should start having sex with other people’s wives. Maybe I should start stealing and robbing. I stopped short of making a deal with the Devil, that would have been to rule over Dickinson, and smite everyone.

Since the beginning of humans, whether in the continent of North America, South America, Africa, or Europe, people believed that a God or gods affected, guided, or controlled their lives. Sometimes these gods were nature spirits, deceased ancestors, or supreme beings. Does this mean that all human beings have a need to believe in gods in order to comfort themselves, reassure themselves that something is watching over them and protecting them? The Greeks and Romans believed in gods, was this because it made them feel better? Did the Greeks and Romans trade in their gods for the God of the Jews because their God was more appealing?

I have studied a lot of chemistry, biology, physics, math, and engineering, and I know with certainty that atoms with no brain, did not accidentally combine to form molecules, and these molecules did not decide, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking? We can form a cell wall, like a sphere, and it will be semi-permeable to let some things in and keep some things out. You guys over there, you form a nucleus in the center. Let’s keep some things in vacuoles. Let’s just let other things stay in our cytoplasm. We will store energy in our mitochondria. Can you remember all of this, we’ll have to store all of this information in special double helix lattice molecules called DNA. Do anyone of you molecules know how to make DNA? We can have some cells to make white blood cells, some to make red blood cells, some to make muscle, some to make ligaments, some to make a liver, kidneys, heart, lungs, intestines, bone, cartilage, veins, arteries, a brain, eyes, tongue, teeth, skin, hair, has anyone made toenails before?”. Note: atoms don’t have an alphabet or a written language, or a brain.

What you have got to understand, that even though atoms can randomly combine to form molecules, in order to form even a single cell, individual molecules would have to have a brain to conceive a thought, remember that thought, have a language to communicate that thought to other molecules, have sensory perception like eyes and ears, and a means of locomotion, self awareness, and life, which molecules have none of these things, they are merely a combination of atoms. Atoms and molecules do not have a brain, and can not conceive, plan, and direct the construction of even a single cell. Even a single living cell is very complex in its component parts and structures, as complex as a house with a roof, framing, siding, plumbing, and electric. Would you expect non-living atoms to know how to build a house?

We are talking about just a single living cell. How the hell would a single living cell know what a circulatory system is, a respiratory system, a skeletal system, a central nervous system, a digestive system, much less how to construct one. If you expect that a single living cell would know how to do all of this, do you realize that a completed human being medical doctor does not have the knowledge and understanding to create even one human finger. In fact, all the medical doctors living on earth right now working together could not create even one living human finger, because they don’t even have the ability to create living skin. How do you expect a single cell to know how to make a finger, a hand, a foot, a heart?

All human beings on earth right now, working together, all the doctors and scientists, could not create a simple living creature like a mouse. A mouse has living cells constantly building its bones, muscles, blood, brain, heart, lungs, digestive system, and a reproductive system that can create another mouse. All human beings working together could not create even a mouse, but you think that all living things just kind of happened on their own?

We human beings did create bicycles, skateboards, microwave ovens, televisions, telephones, and trains, which are less complicated to make than a living mouse, which we suppose a living mouse just naturally occurred on its own. Why then in nature didn’t much simpler things like bicycles, skateboards, and microwave ovens just occur on their own?

If you understand biology, physics, and engineering, and if you propose that living animals appeared on their own given enough time and chance, then you would have to admit that much simpler things would have also appeared on their own given enough time and chance, things like a record player, a microscope, a telescope, a wheel. Given that a wheel is one of the most simple, yet most useful things in existence, why didn’t it occur all on its own in nature?

We humans use plants for food, medicine, clothing, furniture, heating, and to construct our houses. We give off carbon dioxide. Plants use our carbon dioxide and give us oxygen. The way that plants supply our needs, the way that animals spread plant seeds, the more you look into it, the more you will see that life on earth was planned, designed, engineered, and created. Since we humans with all of our science and technology, with our maximum effort can not even create a small simple living creature, how could all the living plants and animals on earth just create themselves accidentally by atoms bumping into each other?

Life on Earth was created. All the plants and animals are way too complex to have come into existence by random, brainless molecules colliding. Once you realize that life on Earth was planned, designed, and created, you realize that there must have been a creator. He would have had to have been far superior to human beings in order to create all of this. It would have been a tremendous amount of work, even for a superior being. This supreme being that went through all of the effort to create all the plants and animals, probably cares and has some interest in what is happening with what he created.

I came to the conclusion that there was a creator, a supreme being, who had some interest in what was happening with what he created. However, I could no longer be sure that he watched every person every minute of every day, it wouldn’t be logical to think that he did.

I had become so discouraged by the people in Dickinson, that I felt I needed to go to Church. I had wanted to have reassurance that there was a God, and that there were people trying to do what was right, despite most of the people in Dickinson being unfriendly, uncooperative, hostile, and greedy. I did not know that the pastor would cause me to wonder if God existed at all, to begin to feel that this was all a bunch of made up bullshit. Some of the things that he was teaching and doing did not seem right. Every religion that I could think of, was doing things that didn’t seem right. What are you to believe? Most religions want you to believe that God is a loving father that watches everyone, all the time, and that he doesn’t like it when you don’t go to Church, when you go to Church on the wrong day, when you aren’t baptized. Why would you need to be baptized, God created you in the first place. There were many, many things about religious teachings that seemed to be “made up”. For instance, in the Old Testament of the Bible, the Jews were sacrificing animals. Why would a God who created all the animals, want people to go kill his animals?

The pastor of the Church in Dickinson caused me to question and doubt religion so much, that I pretty much had to just discard every religious belief that I had, and start over completely on my own. The only thing that I could continue to truly believe, was that there is a creator, a supreme being that created life on earth, that went through a lot of work to do it, so he therefore probably cares somewhat about what is happening to what he created, but is probably not extremely interested in what each individual person is doing all of the time. Why had I had so much good fortune, and been spared from bad things so many times, I don’t know.

Regional Construction Manager Quit, And I Don’t Blame Him

May 6, 2016Uncategorizedeconomy in Dickinson North Dakota, economy in Watford City North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakota, working in Dickinson North Dakota, working in Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

In Watford City, at my third job, the manager of my manager, recently resigned. He was the regional manager, responsible for all construction activities in North Dakota. I was sorry to hear that he resigned. I did not see this coming. He was in his late fifties, calm, steady, controlled, and having more energy than anyone I know.

I don’t blame him for quitting. The owners of this company have management teams in Texas and New York City, and they were calling daily to quiz and question the managers. The management teams wanted to put constant pressure on the managers here in North Dakota, thinking that this was necessary to make them perform optimally. In my opinion, when this happens, you tell management to get somebody else.

The regional manager here in North Dakota was extremely intelligent, highly competent, very knowledgeable about all areas of finance, business, and construction. I see no way that this company will be able to find anyone equaling his abilities. This is exactly the kind of person you let alone to do their job, because there is no one that could do this job as well or better.

One of the reasons that this company did such a stupid thing as to make this regional manager quit, is because they are from Texas, they are stupid, obnoxious, loud-mouthed, know-it-alls. Likewise, the managers in New York City are also pushy, obnoxious, know-it-alls. I don’t know which is worse, people from Texas or people from New York City.

Why do they know better than the regional manager here in North Dakota? Because of the recent internet and newspaper articles like “Oil Boom Headed For North Dakota! (It’s About To Get Crazy Again!)”. In one of my recent blog posts I explained that this article was a desperate attempt by people in Williston to get people to move to Williston to occupy their nearly vacant new apartments. I was angry about this article because it was spreading misinformation that would cause people harm.

The company managers in Texas and New York City read articles like “Oil Boom Headed For North Dakota! (It’s About To Get Crazy Again!)”, where it stated that the population of Williston was going to climb from 30,000 to 80,000, and new construction was needed right now. How could this be? All the managers in North Dakota have been saying that new construction occupancy rates are at 30%, and that 80% of the oil field workers have already left Western North Dakota.

The managers here in North Dakota tried their best to explain what was happening here. In order to operate a business you have to understand what is actually happening in your environment and have a strategy to succeed in that environment. Right now in North Dakota, it is not the time for property developers to buy more property, to create more subdivisions, to build more apartments, for construction companies to hire more employees, to buy more equipment, because most new construction is at 30% occupancy, and may even decrease.

Diesel Trucks In North Dakota

May 4, 2016Uncategorizeddiesel trucks in North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

In the past, there were some diesel pick up trucks, with engines that lasted 300,000 miles, that got very good fuel mileage. The Dodge Cummins diesel from 1997 was known to have a good engine, that lasted a long time, and it got about 23 miles per gallon. That is good fuel mileage for a 3/4 ton or 1 ton four wheel drive truck. My gas engine Dodge 1/2 ton truck gets about 14 miles per gallon.

Whether it was a Dodge, Ford, or Chevrolet, the diesel engine trucks had a higher towing capacity, got better fuel mileage, could go farther on a tank of fuel, and the engines were supposed to last longer. Farmers that had to tow heavy livestock trailers or heavy equipment trailers through muddy fields needed a heavy duty four wheel drive truck. Building contractors and heavy equipment operators needed a heavy duty four wheel drive truck to get equipment in and out of muddy job sites. These people had to have the highest towing capacity four wheel drive truck, sometimes even a dual rear wheel truck.

In order to not feel like a loser, many men went and bought a diesel Dodge Cummins 2500/3500 or a diesel Ford Power Stroke F250/350, four wheel drive, even though they did not own a boat, a travel trailer, a livestock trailer, an equipment trailer, or any kind of trailer, and had nothing to tow or haul. They lived in an apartment in Tampa, Dallas, or Phoenix and only ever had to drive on flat, dry, paved roads. They were envious of farmers, ranchers, building contractors, or heavy equipment operators, and they wanted to pretend to be one. Living in an apartment or a residential neighborhood and hearing a diesel Dodge Cummins start up and idle, I felt like saying, “Are you getting ready to take the pigs to market or something?” And all they would be able to say was, “No, I’m going to the 7-Eleven to get some milk.” Hey, “You’ll probably be O.K. keeping it in 4 high.”

I worked for a construction company in Dickinson and an oil field service company in Dickinson, that both owned a diesel Ford Power Stroke F350. In both of these trucks, the first engine had to be replaced at 100,000 miles, the second engine had to be replaced at 75,000 miles. These two F350s were from the late 1990s, and the engine replacement cost each time was $7,000 to $10,000.

A friend of mine showed me a detailed investigative report on the internet, where a guy bought a used 2006 diesel Ford F350 dually with 100,000 miles on it, from a car dealer for $25,000. Within a few months the engine failed. The Ford dealer service department told the buyer that he needed a new engine. New engine, parts, and labor was $16,000. (In comparison, my late 1990s Dodge truck gas engine costs $1,900, and my late 1990s Ford truck gas engine costs $4,200.)

This woman that I know at work in Dickinson, her dad bought a used 2011 diesel Dodge Cummins 3500 dually with 200,000 miles on it, about one year ago. The engine head gasket recently blew out, and the head gasket repair cost is $5,000.

What I am trying to explain, is that if you are a farmer, rancher, building contractor, or heavy equipment operator, you may have to own a diesel truck. After model year 2000, a diesel engine replacement will cost $10,000 to $16,000, and these engines do fail prematurely sometimes even though they aren’t supposed to. Many diesel truck engine repairs cost $2,000 to $6,000. Farmers, ranchers, and contractors are used to having equipment break downs and costly repairs, but they have to pay for these repairs and keep going in order to earn a living. If you are an idiot who lives in an apartment, and you went to a buy here/pay here used truck lot, and put $5,000 down on a $25,000 diesel truck and began making payments, what are you going to do if you need a new $16,000 engine? No, I mean it, if a $25,000 truck was the most expensive truck you could afford through financing it, and you just took all the money you had and made the down payment, what are you going to do when you need a $16,000 engine? Are you just going to walk away from the truck and let the dealer have it back? You still owe the dealer $20,000 and you have nothing.

If you move to North Dakota, don’t go buy a diesel truck just because you see everybody else driving a diesel truck. Some of them are farmers and they have to have one. Most of the other people are just trying to pretend that they need a big heavy duty truck.

Not Just Problem Women Moving To North Dakota

May 1, 2016Uncategorizedassholes moving to North Dakota, living in Dickinson NorthDakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

In a recent blog post, I wrote about crazy women moving to Western North Dakota, partly because they had ruined their employment opportunities where they came from, and partly because the employers here were not checking people’s backgrounds.

A few times in previous blog posts, I wrote that men who never learned a trade, developed any work skills, never performed any work competently, were moving to North Dakota expecting that they would get a high paying job. The truth was, they weren’t likely to get any job. That’s right, forget what the newspapers and television news were saying, if you had never been able to hold a job where you came from, you wouldn’t be able to hold a job in Dickinson either.

If you had a commercial drivers license, were a good welder, an electrician, a plumber, a good carpenter, or an experienced laborer, you could get a job in Dickinson. Example, if you said that you were a carpenter, and you went to work and cut a bunch of boards the wrong length, you were done, just like when you were back in Minnesota where you came from. If you said that you were a laborer, and you went to work digging for one hour, and then you couldn’t handle it any more, you were done, just like when you were back in Idaho.

A friend of mine from Dickinson has been poor most of his life. He is in his 50s. I paid him to help me in my self employed contracting work. I spotted a very nice looking vehicle at the house where we were working, that had been parked for quite a while. I explained to my friend who was working with me, that this was a very expensive high quality vehicle, and that if the extremely expensive all-time four wheel drive was not broken, this was a good vehicle. I bet that the homeowner just wants it out of here. I talked to my friend about it for several days, what could possibly be wrong with the vehicle, we researched it on the internet. The homeowner wanted to get rid of it, and accepted what I had paid my friend for his work, plus $250.

My friend did not have any money to spare, so he spent a lot of time on the internet researching every mechanical problem to see what it could be. He correctly diagnosed everything. He changed the water pump. He took apart the alternator and changed the brushes. He found why and where the transmission was leaking and fixed the seal. He took apart the dash to try to find why the ventilation controls weren’t working. He and I could not find what was wrong behind the dash, until it was my idea to stick a camera up in there like a gynecologist to see what was going on. He posted these pictures on the internet, to show others how to fix the dash controls.

Lastly, my friend took apart the exhaust, and went looking for used parts and a muffler. The used “Flowmaster Muffler” that he got for about $100 was the icing on the cake, the ribbon on the package, and the most expensive part he bought. The vehicle was completely repaired, everything worked. This was the nicest vehicle that he had ever owned, the nicest vehicle that anyone in his family had ever owned. The deep dark paint was in very good condition, there were no dents or scratches, the exterior looked really nice. The interior had nice leather seats. He and his family had never owned a vehicle with leather seats. I was happy for him.

I got a third job in Watford City. I arranged for my friend that I am talking about, to get hired to work with me. We sometimes stay overnight in an apartment that is rented by our employer. After a couple of months of staying in this apartment, a new tenant moved into the building. He is a man about our age, but he is a pussy. He has a slim build, and lacks musculature, he is almost effeminate. He has an out-of-state license plate from the West Coast. I could not imagine what such pussy thinks he is going to do for a living in Watford City. In Watford City, you had better be a truck driver, welder, electrician, plumber, mechanic, carpenter, or laborer if you want to get a job, because that’s all there is.

I said to my friend today, I haven’t seen that little guy that drives the Toyota, that just moved in here about a month ago, I haven’t seen him for about a week, have you seen him? My friend answered, “No, I haven’t seen him for about a week, but the last time I saw him, he complained about my vehicle exhaust being too loud.”. I told my friend, you don’t worry about it, every diesel truck here is louder than your vehicle.

This made me very angry. This was the nicest vehicle my friend had ever owned. He worked so hard to get everything fixed on it. The “Flowmaster Muffler” is a high quality muffler, that doesn’t mute the engine completely, if you are proud of your 360 V-8 engine. Now, this complaint comes from some pussy guy from the West Coast, who just arrived here in North Dakota, who doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. This is an example of problem people moving to North Dakota.

North Dakota Could Be A Good Place To Live, If…

April 29, 2016Uncategorizedgreed in North Dakota, Living in Dickinson, North Dakota, living in North Dakota, Living in Watford City North Dakota, living in Western North Dakota, Moving to Dickinson, North Dakota, moving to Watford City North Dakota, relocating to Dickinson North Dakota, relocating to Watford City North Dakotaname withheld

North Dakota could be a good place to live. I have lived in North Dakota for almost four years now. I have had a lot of bad things to say about North Dakota, but I also know of some good, unique things about North Dakota, that nobody talks about.

I have lived in Florida, Virginia, Texas, Utah, Arizona, Colorado, and Idaho. In comparison, even to the sparsely populated states of Utah and Idaho, you can really, really be left alone in North Dakota. Once you get on your own property in North Dakota, you are left alone like no other place I have been. The place that I live on outside of Dickinson, is not even one acre, yet I have had less interference on this property than I have had on my rural five acres in Idaho.

Even if you are not on your own property, once you are driving around outside of the towns, whether it’s outside of Dickinson, or outside of Watford City, you are mostly on your own. You are not being surveilled, watched, monitored, scrutinized, or spied on. In Florida, Virginia, Colorado, and Texas, it was hard to get away from people, you can go to remote rural areas, and there is somebody there. In North Dakota, you can really get away from people.

There is not a lot of crime in North Dakota. In the cities, like Dickinson, Williston, and Bismarck, there is a small amount of theft due to piece of shit people from out of state bringing in illegal drugs, which result in addicts committing thefts. In the rural areas, there is very little theft. The rural areas are sparsely populated, people live on large pieces of property, there just aren’t people creeping around on other people’s property trying to steal someones laptop computer or DVD player.

I very much like that North Dakota is sparsely populated, you can be left alone, you can get away from people. In your own home, you can be free from interference, noise, theft, and other crime. Living in North Dakota can be very stress-free because of the reasons that I just mentioned, but also because of the slow pace of life in the rural areas where there is not a lot going on.

Doing some reading yesterday, I read some research that a North Dakota journalist had conducted in order to write an article. The journalist questioned and surveyed out of state workers that had come to North Dakota during this past Oil Boom. About 80% of the workers stated that they did not plan on living in North Dakota permanently. The journalist was surprised to learn that the workers said it was not that there was no shopping, lack of restaurants, lack of entertainment, lack of things to do, or that it was cold, the workers said that they did not know where they could afford to live.

North Dakota probably has the most amount of undeveloped land of any state, much of it barren prairie. How could it be that the out of state workers did not think that they would ever be able to afford a place to live? 90% of you already know why, and yes, I am going to start talking about the greedy, immoral, property managers, property developers, and property investors again, though just briefly.

Everybody listen up! Many of the out of state workers that came to work in North Dakota during this last Oil Boom would have stayed, would have brought their families to live here permanently, because of the peace and quiet of the wide open spaces, being able to raise a family without interference on their own land, without having to deal with the stress of traffic, fear of drugs, gangs, and crime. However, left unchecked, the greedy property managers, property developers, and property investors quickly quadrupled the cost of rent and housing, making all the workers believe that they could never afford to live in North Dakota.

North Dakota would have been tremendously better off, if it would have not allowed the greedy people here to mistreat the workers, and cause them to leave.