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Eggshell Plaintiffs In Dickinson And Elsewhere

Ever since I was a kid, I was aware of “Accident Injury People”, the kind of people who go looking for the chance to have some kind of accident in order to sue someone to try to get money.

When I was ten years old, there was a disabled obese lady who was legally blind named Ginger, who had a full-time caregiver who lived with her and drove her around town.  In the small town in Florida where I grew up, there were trees everywhere, especially overhanging the streets and sidewalks.  Some trees dropped acorns, nuts, berries, seeds, fruits, or leaves, throughout the day.

One day, Ginger and her caregiver parked and got out of their vehicle in front of a commercial building that my father owned.  Supposedly, Ginger slipped on some berries that had fallen from a palm tree and she fell down, hurting herself.  There was a lawsuit, and I don’t know how the insurance company handled this.

The frustration for my mother and father at the time was, throughout this tree covered town, could property owners be held liable for berries, seeds, and acorns that fall from trees minute by minute?  Would this have happened to a person who was not disabled, obese, and legally blind?  What was Ginger claiming her damages were, she was already legally disabled?

From that point on, I became more and more aware of “Accident Injury People”.  Something that sticks out in my mind to this day, was when I was 24 years old and I had parked my bicycle at the corner of a Dairy Queen type business in Florida where I could see it as I placed my order through the walk-up window.  A family drove up in a four-door sedan, a husband and wife in their early forties got out of the front seats, and an elderly woman in her mid-sixties got out of the back seat.

The elderly woman appeared to head straight for my bicycle and grab a hold of it.  My bicycle wasn’t attached to anything, it didn’t have a kick-stand, it was leaning against a post, and it bobbled and banged into the post as the elderly woman grabbed hold of it.

I looked at the husband and wife, and the husband said to me in a very accusatory manner, “She just had a double knee replacement.”  He was acting like I had somehow created a dangerous situation for his elderly mother, and if she had fallen over, it would have been completely my fault.  I don’t know if she was trying to grab onto the nearest thing to her, in order to not fall over, or if she had already begun to stumble.

I left without saying anything, I didn’t want any part of any blame for the elderly woman’s condition.  I don’t know what my legal liability would have been, as there was no bicycle rack, and my mountain bike was sold without a kick-stand.  Was I negligent for leaning my bicycle against a post?  In any case, a lawyer would have told these people that there was no point in suing me, I didn’t have any assets.  No lawyer would have taken this case for fear of never recovering any money whatsoever, and never being paid.

A few years ago, when I took my landlord’s dog to the Dickinson Dog Park to let it run off-leash inside the fenced-in area, I was concerned to see a very pale, frail, woman in her mid-thirties, with no musculature, sitting on a bench inside the large-size dog, dog run area.  She was wearing short shorts, and when my landlord’s dog went up to her to greet her, she didn’t know that he was going to try to step in her lap and kiss her face, she didn’t know to tell him “No, get down” and I had to grab him.

I thought to myself, “What is this woman doing sitting inside of the large-size dog off-leash area at a dog park, this is the least dog-person that I have ever seen.  Doesn’t she know that a large dog will try to come up to her and kiss her, doesn’t she know how to tell a dog to get down?”

The second time that I went to the Dickinson Dog Park with my landlord’s dog and let him run loose inside the fenced in area, I was there by myself and I saw a family drive up.  I watched the mom and dad who were in their forties get out of the car, then their three kids ages 6, 8, 10, and grandma and grandpa in their seventies.  Grandma and grandpa were both unsteady on their feet and walking very slowly.

This entire family, all seven of them, and their small dog, headed for the entrance gate to the large-size dog off-leash area.  I said to myself, “You have got to be fucking kidding me, my dog will end up knocking over grandma, grandpa, and those little kids within seconds.”  I put the leash back on my dog, and left immediately, never to return, because the Dickinson Dog Park is a lawsuit waiting to happen.

When I got home, I started reading about the legally liability for dogs in places like public dog parks.  It turns out that everyone is very mistaken about public dog parks, I sure was.  I thought that public dog parks were a safe place to let a dog run off-leash.  It turns out that public dog parks are absolutely the worst place in the World to let your dog run off-leash.

I thought that at a public off-leash dog park, everyone entering the off-leash area, knew and understood that the dogs were going to run and play.  No, no, no, this is not the case at all!  There a many, many people who use public dog parks, who claim that, “They can not get bumped.”  Due to a previous injury or existing health condition, spine injury, neck injury, knee replacement, hip replacement, brittle bone disease, they can’t get bumped by a dog.

This is when and where I first learned about what is called the “Eggshell Plaintiff”.  How this term came about, and what this means, is that no matter what kind of pre-existing physical problem a plaintiff in a lawsuit might have, bad knees, bad hips, an injured back, if you are found liable in a court of law to have caused the plaintiff to fall over or fall down, you are legally responsible if they break their knees, hips, or back no matter how bad their knees, hips, or back were in the first place.

The reason why I am writing this blog post, is because after learning about the “Eggshell Plaintiff”, I am even more alert and aware as to what people might be trying to do, such as when I wrote a few days ago about the blond woman with “9 Lives” who walked in front of my truck without looking.  If I would have hit her, God only knows what kind of pre-existing knee, hip, back, and neck injury my vehicle insurance company would have been paying for.

Now that I think about this recent incident at this gas station, at this same gas station one month ago, while I was putting gas in my vehicle, I watched a disabled man loitering at this gas station in a very peculiar way.  His vehicle was parked in the handicapped spot, and he was handicapped, he was having difficulty walking, but he was walking back and forth, around and around in the drive lane beside the gas pumps.

Vehicles that turn off of Villard Street, enter the drive lane beside the gas pumps going about 10-15 mph, and they come on the far side of the gas pumps a little blind at first, being able to see cars at the pumps, but not a person standing there.  This is a very dangerous place to walk or stand, but this old man with difficulty walking, who wasn’t getting gas, chose to walk there, around and around, back and forth.

More than ever, I expect people with health problems, a handicap, or a disability to try to find a way to make someone else or an insurance company financially liable for an injury or a disability they already have, or a surgery that they already need.

Nice Looking Older Woman Spotted In Runnings Farm & Fleet In Dickinson

For the past several days I have been looking for hardware for something that I am building.  I have been to Menards many times, Bosch Lumber, Ace Hardware, and Mac’s Tools, but I still haven’t been able to find a couple of parts that I need.

I had given up searching anymore for hardware late this morning, and I turned into Wendy’s Hamburgers to get something to eat, when I realized that Runnings Farm & Fleet next door might have some of the things that I needed.

After I got some food to-go at Wendy’s, I drove over to Runnings.  When I entered Runnings, standing at the service counter there was a nice looking older woman customer.  I was kind of giggling to myself, because she was good looking, and old, just as old or a few years older than me.  It was funny to me, because she was still hot, and this was still causing her problems I imagine.

She had shoulder length gray hair, and she was wearing black frame eyeglasses.  She was tall, as tall as me, or maybe an inch or two taller than me I thought.  She was thin, but not too thin, and she had very good posture, she was standing very straight.

She was wearing very nice looking light color blue jeans that fit her very well, not at all tight, but more like very well fitting slacks.  I could tell that she had a very nice ass, not too big, not too small, not too hard, not too soft, just right.  She had nice long athletic legs, like she was a jogger and vigorous hiker.  Not any fat on her anywhere at all.

Soon she turned in my direction briefly for some reason, she may have even had to move in my direction, I got a better look at her, and her face matched the rest of her.  From her overall appearance, and every detail about her, it appeared that she had had good health her entire life, she had taken care of herself her entire life.  I didn’t think that she came from North Dakota, not the way she looked.  I thought that she was probably educated, intelligent, sharp, and perceptive.

Of all the people in the store, she seemed to immediately sense that I was paying attention to her, though I continued walking away from her in search of hardware.  I had a strong belief that this was Suzanne, a woman who used to comment to my blog posts, because everything about her fit everything that I knew about Suzanne.

I wanted to ask her, I wanted to ask her, but I feared that this woman would pitch a fit and make a scene if I asked her.  Further back in the store, we crossed paths again, and I so wanted to ask her.

After I had spent some time looking and not finding what I came for, I spent another five minutes trying to find the primer that I wanted, paint brushes, and mixing cups.  When I was ready to leave, I intersected with this woman again.  I said to her, “Excuse me, is your name Suzanne Xxxxxx?”.  She replied “No”, so I said “Ooops, sorry.”

I believe that this woman probably thought that I was somehow trying to make a feeble attempt to talk to her, to chat her up, which I was not.  When I got to the check out area, it looked like only register number 8 was open, where this woman was standing, so I tried to find another register to use, register number 1 was where I headed.

When I  left the store, I don’t know where this woman went, I didn’t see her, she probably took off as quickly as she could, though I was curious to see what kind of vehicle she had.

I sat in my truck eating french fries from Wendy’s and drinking my drink for a few minutes, when I saw a large new, navy-blue color, four-door, four-wheel-drive, Dodge 3500 diesel pick-up truck towing a twenty foot long flat bed trailer appear from around the corner.  The nice looking older woman was driving this truck.

On the flat bed trailer were a row of 8″-10″ diameter, 10′ long posts, strapped down with two heavy-duty tie-downs.  These posts were way too big to be fence corner posts, the only thing that I could think they were for was horse or cattle coral posts.  That Dodge truck was way too nice to be a farm truck, it was about a $70,000 truck.  I thought that she must live on a horse or cattle ranch.  Either a very large cattle ranch, or a hobby ranch.

I was curious to know who this woman belonged to.  I already described all the ways that she was attractive, and that she didn’t look like she was from here.  How far away was the ranch where she came from?  Just outside of Dickinson, where I wondered?

In any case, I was glad that I was not the one that was going to have to put those great big huge coral posts in the ground, one of those things probably weighed more than me.  It would nearly kill me putting those posts in the ground, and I was then glad that I had not made her acquaintance, if this is what she had in mind for me.

How To Act And Appear Respectable, Not Low Class And Trashy In Dickinson, North Dakota

A week ago I wrote a blog post article titled, “The Best Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Secret”.  In that article, I wrote about how good the food was in this restaurant, and that there weren’t any dirt-bag construction workers, oil field trash, no-good scum of the Earth meth addict women from Seattle, and other badly behaving people in this restaurant.

In this blog post, rather than express my frustration and disapproval by being mean and going on a rant, I will try to offer some suggestions about how people in Dickinson can act and appear respectable, and not low-class and trashy.

I stopped and thought about it, many people in Dickinson don’t know, they literally do not know that there is anything wrong or abnormal about their behavior, so it might be helpful for me to explain what not to do, and what they can do to act respectable:

What Not To Do:

  1. If you have been working for more than several hours doing physical labor where you have become dirty, hot, and sweaty, don’t go out to eat at a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  2. If you have not had a shower or changed clothes for more than 24 hours, don’t go out to eat at a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  3. If you, and the clothes that you have been wearing, have been sitting in a vehicle or inside all day around people smoking cigarettes, do not go out to eat a nice restaurant without taking a shower and putting on clean clothes.
  4. Do not wear dirty or smelly clothing to a nice restaurant.
  5. At a nice restaurant, or any public place, do not spit into a receptacle and carry this receptacle around or place it anywhere, especially not on top of a dining table.
  6. Do not speak so loudly that other people can hear you more than ten feet away when entering or dining in a nice restaurant.
  7. Do not discuss anything crude, gross, or inappropriate when dining in a nice restaurant.
  8. Do not use bad or offensive language, derogatory terms, or racial slurs when dining in a nice restaurant.
  9. Do not try to instigate a fight, threaten, or insult other people when dining in a nice restaurant.
  10. Do not shove, push, slap, hit, or wrestle with people in a nice restaurant, not even friends or family members.
  11. Do not throw things or do property damage when in a nice restaurant, not even in the parking lot.
  12. Do not stick your fingers inside of your mouth, your nose, your ears, or your pants when dining in a nice restaurant.
  13. Do not rev your truck engine and spin your tires in the parking lot of a nice restaurant.
  14. Do not leave your diesel truck idling in the parking lot of a nice restaurant, no one wants to listen to that noise, or smell that diesel exhaust.

What To Do:

  1. Bathe regularly, always use soap and shampoo.
  2. Wear a moderate amount of deodorant after bathing.
  3. Wash your clothes regularly, and make it a habit to wear clean clothes.
  4. Clean and trim your finger nails so that they are clean and nice looking.
  5. Wash your hands so that they are clean.
  6. Brush your teeth with toothpaste at least once per day.
  7. Clean your ears regularly.
  8. Get your hair cut at least once every three months.
  9. Trim your beard or facial hair at least once every two weeks.
  10. Try not to use swear words in conversation.

In many societies, it is the women who try to encourage and enforce good manners, but something long ago went wrong in Dickinson.  I think that due to the barrenness and extreme cold in North Dakota, it was so hard to survive, that the women here just gave up on encouraging and enforcing good manners.

Now that there are modern conveniences like automobiles, indoor plumbing, electricity, hot running water, and washing machines, I think that the women in Dickinson need to start trying to encourage good hygiene and good manners.

To be fair, I should point out that at least half of the badly behaving people in Dickinson are construction workers, oil field workers, and meth addict women from out-of-state.

Blond Woman In Dickinson Thinks She Has 9 Lives

Earlier this week in Dickinson, I was driving an older full-size pick-up truck that I own that has a six inch suspension lift and a large after-market front bumper.  I turned off of Villard Street into an older gas station downtown, and I slowed down quite a bit because I had to drive between two parked pick-up trucks in order to get to the next available gas pump.

From in front of the parked pick-up truck to my left, out walked a blond women only a few feet in front of me.  She didn’t look up, or look in my direction, as if I weren’t even there.  This was a shock to me.  This was about the closest that I had ever come in my life to accidentally hitting or running a person over while driving.

I was astonished, and I was upset about this.  I had no intention of getting into a car accident or running over a person on this day, but I almost couldn’t help it the way that this woman walked out in front of me.  Not only did I almost not stop in time, she was so close that I almost hit her before I even knew to put my foot on the brake pedal.

I looked at her as she walked in front of my truck and into the convenience store, as if she didn’t even realize that I was there, and I wondered to myself how she had managed to stay alive so long, being so stupid and careless.  Was she stupid, was there something wrong with her, was she upset, was she suicidal?

As I was putting gas in my truck, this blond woman walked back out of the convenience store towards the gas pumps.  I thought about stopping her and telling her how close I had come to accidentally running her over, and that she needed to look more carefully before walking out in front of cars.  She was about 40 years old, thin, pale, and kind of nervous acting, like she might have been upset about something or had something going on, so I decided to not say anything to her.

She walked over to a new black Camaro at the gas pump.  Then I thought to myself, maybe she is one of those “accident injury people”, who deliberately try to get hurt or injured so that they can sue other people in order to get money.  I have met some people who get new cars that way.

When this blond woman got into her new black Camaro, started it, and drove away, I saw that her vehicle license plate said, “9 LIVS”, and I thought to myself, what the fuck?

The Best Restaurant In Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Secret

For the past several months, maybe longer, I have not felt very well.  I usually have pain in my stomach when I am awake.  Since there is hardly anything to do and nowhere to go in North Dakota, especially when it is below freezing outside during the winter, and I don’t feel well, I try to sleep most of the time when I am not working.

On the days that I work, I am away from my apartment for at least fifteen hours per day, out in the middle of nowhere.  I take a packaged sandwich, packaged salad, or frozen burrito with me to work, and every so often a sandwich from Subway.  I think that this is one of the reasons why I have stomach pain and don’t feel well, I don’t eat a variety of fresh healthy food.

On Saturday I woke up very late in the afternoon, and I went out to my vehicle to begin taking measurements in order to start making something for it.  I saw my neighbor Matt outside working in his backyard, and I agreed to help him unload a bunch of lumber from his trailer.  Matt is about 54 years old, and he has lived in Dickinson since he was 14 years old.

After Matt and I unloaded his trailer, he wanted to make one more trip to go get some more lumber, and I agreed to help him.  After we loaded his trailer, he asked me if I was hungry, and I said no.  He told me about a place he had been to eat recently, and he had nothing but good things to say about it.  I would not have thought of going there, and I agreed to go with him, I wanted to try it.

When Matt and I arrived at the parking lot of this place, there were very few vehicles outside.  When we entered the restaurant which was large, there were only about four other people dining there at this time.

Since Matt and I are old, the first area that we went to was the salad bar.  This was the best salad bar that I have ever seen in Dickinson because it had a large variety of fresh, expensive ingredients that you do not normally see in Dickinson.  Besides the normal types of vegetables like baby carrots, cucumbers, and lettuce mix, there was spinach, grape tomatoes, okra, pickles, pepperoncini peppers, kalamata olives, fetta cheese, real bacon, and homemade salad dressings.

For people who live in California, Denver, New York, Orlando, Atlanta, or Dallas, you might see a salad bar like this in a nice expensive restaurant, but this is Dickinson, where every restaurant that I have been to won’t even put out grape tomatoes on a salad bar because they are too expensive, and they would never dream of putting out fresh kalamata olives or feta cheese.

As Matt and I ate our salads, we noticed that the only other diners were nice looking, nicely behaved, well-groomed women, something else that you hardly ever see in Dickinson.

Matt and I had several different entrees to choose from, but we each selected the same thing: a couple of thick slices of roast honey ham, buttered peeled steamed baby carrots, several stalks of fresh steamed asparagus topped with a small amount of cheese, and roasted seasoned potatoes.

This entree, and the salad, was by far the best food that I have ever seen or eaten in the six years that I have lived in North Dakota.  The total price for everything including soft drinks was about $12.  I hesitate to tell the price because this might ruin the secret, but I wanted people to know that this didn’t cost $25.

The reason why I am trying to keep this a secret, is because this was the only time ever, ever!, that I didn’t have to sit down and eat with dirt-bag construction workers, oil field trash, and no-good meth addict scum women from Seattle, since moving to Dickinson.

If well behaved people that I know or know of, want to contact me about the whereabouts of this restaurant, I will try to tell a few of them, under the condition that they don’t go blabbing it to everyone.

This is the only place in Dickinson that I have ever been that has a wide variety of fresh, well prepared food.  I am absolutely sick and tired of being around criminal, drug addict, scum of the earth, badly behaving, low class, trashy people that make up the volume of people in Dickinson, and I hope to God, that I can eat at this restaurant a few more times before it is overrun and ruined forever.

Update 4/23/19:

Because the dickhead manager on duty, who I believe was Aaron Zummer with Sodexo, let this restaurant run out of silverware, plates, glassware, and food this evening by 7:00 p.m., and he was standing around in a navy blue blazer glad-handing everyone, instead of correcting this shit, this changes everything.

The name of this restaurant is “The Perch”, and it is located on the far east side of the Dickinson State University campus, in the downstairs of the DSU Student Center.

I am now going to tell all of the worst, dirtiest, sloven, over-eating, problem people exactly where this restaurant is, how to get there, that it is all-you-can-eat for only $10.75.

I am going to make flyers for this restaurant, and put them up in the Tiger Truck Stop, Southside Bar, Paragon Bowling Alley, County Line Truck Stop, laundromats, and anywhere there are drunk, vagrant, hoodlum, homeless people.  I am going to pick up homeless, dirty, smelly, drunk, mentally ill people, and drop them off at the DSU Student Center with $10, and tell them that they are welcome to stay for hours.

Fuck you, you dickhead Aaron Zummer.  There could have been DSU students, with no vehicle, with no extra money, who were depending on this place for dinner.  You ruined my dinner.

Car Battery From NAPA Is The Worst One I Ever Bought

Since I moved to downtown Dickinson a couple of years ago, I began buying car parts from NAPA because it is not very far from where I live.  I noticed that the prices at NAPA are higher than Checker O’rielly, CarQuest, AutoZone, Runnings, Menards, and WalMart.  I continued to go to NAPA, because it saved me the trouble of having to drive across town.

In October of 2018 I bought a large pickup truck battery from NAPA in Dickinson.  This battery was 1,050 cranking amps, 850 cold cranking amps, and it cost about $158.  I believe in buying the highest capacity battery that will actually fit in a vehicle, over and above the minimum required cranking amps for that vehicle, that way, if the battery is ever working at less than 100%, it will still have enough cranking amps to run the engine starter.

On Saturday I tried to start the truck that I had put this new NAPA battery in back in October of 2018.  This battery was dead, and when I looked at this battery, I could see that both ends of the battery case were bowed out from the battery being frozen.  Once a battery becomes frozen, it is usually completely ruined.

This new battery should not have gone bad, and it should not have frozen like this.  Yes, when a battery becomes discharged, it is more likely to freeze, but this new battery should not have become so discharged that it froze like this.

If you want an explanation of how and why a car battery can freeze in the winter, here is a good article https://www.farmandfleet.com/blog/frozen-battery/  .  From this article, here is a chart that shows how a battery is more likely to freeze when it is not fully charged.

Source: BCI Service Manual ©1995

In Dickinson, the coldest that it got down to this winter was about -30 degrees Fahrenheit.  From the above chart, using the math formula for linear interpolation, at -30 degrees Fahrenheit, this car battery should not have frozen until it had less than 69% full charge.  I don’t doubt that this car battery had less than 69% charge, but it should not have been this discharged.

Here is the way that I look at it, I currently own eleven vehicles, and I have owned this many vehicles for the past ten years.  All eleven vehicles go through the spring, summer, fall, winter temperature cycles.  For these eleven vehicles, over the past ten years I have replaced every battery at least once, that’s at least twenty-two batteries that I have dealt with in the past ten years, batteries from different manufacturers.  In this time, I have only ever had about three or four frozen batteries, which always occurred on a battery that was four, five, or six years old, and on a vehicle that was not being driven.

I don’t think that it is normal or reasonable for a five month old battery to freeze in North Dakota on vehicle that is being driven.  If this were the case, everyone in North Dakota would have to replace their vehicle battery every year.

On Saturday afternoon, I removed this five month old battery from my truck and I took it back to the NAPA store in downtown Dickinson where I bought it, along with the receipt.  The female parts person at the counter said that they would not warranty this battery because it was frozen.  I said to her that I know it is frozen, it shouldn’t be frozen, a five month old battery shouldn’t freeze like this.

I argued with the female parts person, and there was no manager at the store.  I said that I would come back when the manager was there on Monday, or that I would call the regional manager.

I was going to try to explain to the manager at NAPA, or the regional manager of NAPA, that for more than ten years, I have owned many vehicles at the same time, and I don’t have to replace new vehicle batteries after five months, maybe after four, five, or six years, but not at five months.  But then I thought to myself, I don’t want a replacement NAPA battery, so why even waste my time arguing with them.

I made up my mind that I will never buy another car battery from NAPA because they freeze even when new, and NAPA doesn’t warranty this.  But even if NAPA did warranty this, why would I want another battery from NAPA because they freeze even when they are new.  I will also try to not ever buy anything from NAPA again.

Local people in Dickinson, the manager of NAPA, and the regional manager of NAPA probably will not agree with me about what I am explaining, so here is a much better explanation about NAPA batteries from someone else:  https://www.contractortalk.com/f41/napa-batteries-never-again-379305/

Bribes And Payoffs For College Admission

A couple of days ago the FBI gave a press briefing about what they described as the largest college admissions cheating scheme they had ever attempted to prosecute.

This scheme involved wealthy parents paying anywhere from $15,000 to $500,000 in order to get their children into prestigious colleges by means that were illegal.  Here are a few of the illegal schemes that were disclosed so far:

  1. SAT or ACT scholastic aptitude test scores used for college admissions were falsified by having a highly intelligent person take the actual exam on behalf of someone else, which usually involved the test administrator who was supposed to verify each test taker’s identity, being paid off.
  2. SAT or ACT scholastic aptitude test scores used for college admissions were falsified by bribing the test administrator to go back over the test taker’s answer sheet and correct their mistakes.
  3. Athletic coaches at prestigious colleges were bribed to accept applicants from wealthy families to their college athletic program based on their outstanding athletic performance in a sport, when in fact they had never even participated in that sport and were not an athlete.

Some of the colleges that were named as having participated in the illegal admissions schemes were the University of Southern California and Georgetown.  However, the false SAT and ACT test scores were used to get students into other top colleges where they were not academically qualified for acceptance.

A comprehensive description of everyone who has been charged can be found in this article https://www.cbsnews.com/news/college-admissions-scandal-list-operation-varsity-blues-every-charge-and-accusation-facing-parents-involved/ .

Most people are outraged about this.  What this means, is that very intelligent, hardworking, students with good grades, good SAT and ACT scores, and standout athletes were denied acceptance to colleges and universities because wealthy people paid brides to get their stupid, lazy, no-talent kids in, taking up an available opening.

Though people are outraged, they aren’t surprised either.  Wealthy people do things like this all the time.

Wealthy people have some ability to influence their children’s elementary, middle school, and high school teachers, coaches, and administrators in public schools.  Giving their children the benefit of the doubt on school work, giving their children more playing time in sports, and leniency in disciplinary action.  This is doubly so when wealthy children are enrolled in private schools and preparatory academies.

When a wealthy person’s child is not performing well academically, they have the ability to hire private tutors to give them individual attention in subject areas where they have expertise.  It is very common for wealthy people to enroll their children in courses that teach preparation for maximum scoring on scholastic aptitude tests, so that they will be better able to get into a good college.

Very wealthy people have always had the ability to get their children into prestigious colleges that they were not quite qualified for, by means of influence that were not blatantly illegal, such as being an alumni of the college and a long time financial donor, being a large provider of student internships, or a large employer of alumni.

Paying bribes to test administrators to falsify the scores on scholastic aptitude tests, in one case raising a practice SAT score of 1040 to 1420 on the real SAT test by the examiner correcting the mistakes, is going way to far in trying to pass off a stupid child as an academically gifted child.

But as much as everyone wants to get mad about the stupid, lazy, untalented children of wealthy parents, getting into prestigious colleges that they are not qualified to be at in the first place, whatever college they go to, whether they graduate or not, their wealthy parents will continue to influence people to hire their kid for a job that they are not qualified for, at a pay rate that they do not merit.

This same stupid shit goes on right here in Dickinson, this is nothing new, or nothing that hasn’t been seen before.

It May Have Been Bigfoot, Not The Local People In Dickinson, Molesting Cows And Horses

This may be the most important and serious article that I have ever written.  The implications are, that I can clear the name of the people in Dickinson, report on Bigfoot behavior that no one in North Dakota knew about, and begin a program to prevent people or Bigfoot from molesting cows and horses.

On January 25, 2013 there was an article in the Grand Forks Herald newspaper titled, “Dickinson officials investigate sexual assault of horse”.  Here is the link to this article https://www.grandforksherald.com/news/2187378-dickinson-officials-investigate-sexual-assault-horse .

The first sentence of this article reads, “A horse on a farm east of Dickinson was recovering Friday from an apparent sexual assault, an illegal act ranchers suggest happens all too often in this area, but rarely gets reported.”

This article went on to quote several other farmers, ranchers, and law enforcement officials in the Dickinson area who said that this wasn’t the only report of sexual assault on a horse or a cow.  The farmers, ranchers, horse farrier, veterinarian, and law enforcement all thought there were sexual perverts in Dickinson who had done this.

During this past year, because there are so few things to do in Dickinson, I have spent hundreds of hours listening to Bigfoot researchers describe witness encounters and investigations, and their subsequent determination of common Bigfoot behaviors.  At least five serious, well-known, experienced Bigfoot researchers have been forced to acknowledge due to overwhelming physical evidence, that some Bigfoot sexually molest cows and horses.

For the time being, the most thorough example of Bigfoot researchers explaining how Bigfoot molest horses and cows is given in the following video created by Bigfoot Outlaw Radio a.k.a. Bigfoot Crossroads:

From the above video, what myself, farmers, ranchers, and law enforcement should have thought about, is how is a man going to mount a horse or a cow?  For one thing, he would need a step ladder, but another thing, is a horse or cow going to stand still and let a man do this?

Adult Bigfoot range in size from 7 ft. to 11 ft. in height, and 400 lb. to 1,000 lb. in weight.  And according to the above video, it takes at least two Bigfoot to catch and molest a horse or cow.  Didn’t anyone think about how hard it would be for one or two men to catch, hold onto, and climb up the rear end of a horse without being kicked?

I think that what was going on, the farmers, ranchers, horse farrier, veterinarian, and law enforcement were so perturbed by what happened, that they didn’t really want to think about it too much, and they didn’t ever stop to think about the step-by-step sequence of events that would have to happen for a couple of human men to catch, hold onto, and molest a 1,000 lb. horse or cow in an open field.

I hope that this article that I have written about what happened to the horses and cows in this area, and that it might be Bigfoot, will give farmers, ranchers, horse farriers, veterinarians, and law enforcement something to think about.  It might be, or likely be Bigfoot, so with this in mind, they can be more observant in examining the horse, its behavior, and looking for physical evidence.

A few things that the Bigfoot researchers point out, is that horses who have been molested, sometimes have primitive braids woven into the horse’s mane which they use as hand-holds.  The horses sometimes have finger nail impressions in their hides just below these mane braid hand-holds.

When horses are stressed, they sweat, and their hides become soaking wet.  Sometimes there are large hand impressions that still remain visible in the soaking wet horse’s hide after they have been molested.  The horses tend to run back and forth, back and forth in distress after they have been molested by Bigfoot.

From what I have heard, some Game & Fish Officers, some Department of Agriculture employees, and some Bureau of Interior employees know about Bigfoot behavior, and when this behavior comes to their attention as being a problem in certain areas, they will then call in special teams of government hunters to kill and remove the problem Bigfoot.  Otherwise, the official government policy is to not acknowledge the existence of Bigfoot.

Please share this article on Facebook, to help clear the name of the people in Dickinson, North Dakota.

Discovering That Your Co-Workers And Managers Are Convicted Felons In Dickinson, North Dakota

In a few of my blog posts, I have given the warning that before you accept a job in Dickinson, North Dakota, you need to look up your employer, managers, and co-workers on http://publicsearch.ndcourts.gov/ to see what kind of criminal record they have.

The local companies in Dickinson are well known for preferring to hire people who did four years in prison over people who did four years in college, for several different reasons.  They knowingly hire people who are convicted criminals because they like people who are more like themselves, rather than college graduates.  Also, the employers in Dickinson sometimes unwittingly hire people who have done some very bad things because they didn’t perform a background check on them.

The reason why this has come to my attention so much in Dickinson, is because when one of my co-workers or managers has behaved strangely, irresponsibly, or shown aberrant behavior, myself or one of my co-workers has looked them up.  Usually we find something that is kind of surprising, but then again it isn’t surprising, given how they have been behaving.

For instance, at one company where I had worked in 2013, a middle-aged woman who was my co-worker, was cursed out fairly severely by a younger man who had recently been promoted to manager.  As a result of this unprofessional behavior, she looked him up on the internet.  It turns out, that he had been convicted on two separate occasions for Felony Armed Robbery in Utah.

Not only had he not disclosed his two Felony Armed Robbery convictions on his job application, which is grounds for termination, he would not have been allowed to work for this company at all in the first place.  She contacted the out-of-state owners of this company, not the sleazy North Dakota regional manager who had hired and promoted this young man in the first place, and he was immediately let go.

The sleazy North Dakota regional manager didn’t last too much longer with this company either, once the out-of-state company owners found out that he was hiring and promoting convicted Felony Armed Robbers to management, instead of employees like me who had a degree in engineering, no criminal record, and a good amount of previous management experience.  But I am telling you again, local people in Dickinson are more comfortable hiring and promoting people who are more like themselves.

My second example, I have written about this before.  I was working for a large well-known local construction company in Dickinson in 2017.  A foreman, who was not my foreman and didn’t know me, was getting on to me in a way that he should not have been.  I looked him up on the internet, and I found out that he had been charged with Kidnapping and First Degree Murder in Arizona.

I doubted that this foreman who was fucking with me, disclosed on is job application with this Dickinson construction company, that he had been charged with Kidnapping and First Degree Murder in Arizona.  Why wasn’t he still in jail if this actually happened?  Because he agreed to turn witness for the prosecution in order to convict the other two people involved in the Kidnapping and Murder.

This local construction company in Dickinson had not performed a background check, and the owner of this construction company was surprised when I printed out this foreman’s criminal records and gave it to him.

The reason why I am writing this blog post, is because this past week I had a manager from a company that I work with, jump on me in a very unprofessional way for making a suggestion.  So I looked him up.  In California and Nevada, this manager had been convicted of a series of burglaries, check forgery, and making fake California driver’s licenses.

Once again, just like the manager who had been convicted of two Armed Robberies, or the foreman who had committed Kidnapping and Murder, this manager who had been convicted of Burglaries and Check Forgery, he was showing a lack of appropriate and necessary social skills in dealing with people, which made him stand and catch people’s attention as having something wrong with him.

To try to summarize this, when a company has someone in a management or supervisor position, and it comes to people’s attention that they are acting more like a criminal or someone who has been in prison because of their primitive or thug-like behavior, instead of using reasoning and social skills, people aren’t going to like it, and it is not going to work.

Customers, co-workers, and subordinates are especially not going to like it when they find out that a company has hired and promoted an Armed Robber, a Kidnapper and Murderer, a Burglar and Check Forger, instead of hiring someone normal with no criminal record who acts professionally and appropriately, and they have instead been left to deal with someone who acts like a thug, convict, or criminal.

The last example that I gave, of the manager who I recently discovered is a convicted Burglar and Check Forger, I am not going to say anything about this yet, because he is already in so much trouble with the company that he works for, that he will probably not have his job much longer.

In Dickinson, Every Day Is A Battle, And Life Is A War

About two years ago, I realized that living in Dickinson, every day is like a battle, and my life is like a war.

It seemed like every day, something bad happened.  A dispute, argument, disagreement, confrontation, altercation, accident…every day something bad happened.  Overall, adding all these days together, my life was like a war.

I also came to realize, that living in Dickinson was just like being in a prison work camp.  Most of the people that I would encounter in Dickinson during each day, were rough, uneducated, ignorant, low-class people, many of them with criminal records.  And, every day the Dickinson Police tried to follow me like I was a criminal, as if I was an inmate in a prison.

I told myself, that when I woke up in the morning, just like a prisoner getting ready to leave his cell, that I had better be prepared for all kinds of bad shit to happen, whether from the inmates, the guards, or the prison.  This came to be the mindset that I needed to have in order to live in Dickinson, because life played out like this every single day.

I don’t know if other people in Dickinson look at life this way, and think that this is normal.  This is not normal.  In order to convince myself that life is not supposed to be like this, I thought about how life used to be before I came to Dickinson.

I remembered back to when I was a kid in elementary school, middle school, and high school.  I remembered what college was like, what my early career was like, and when I got older and moved out to the western U.S.  There was always, always this same cycle, where both good things would happen, and bad things would happen, and the good things seemed to outweigh the bad things.

I had some problems in school, but I ended up doing very well in school.  I had some problems in college, but I graduated from engineering school.  I had some bad jobs after college, but eventually I had some good and high paying jobs.  When I left my career behind, I had some low points, but I also had some of the best times of my life, met very interesting people, and had new opportunities.  Despite bad things happening from time to time, good things happened too.

However, living in Dickinson, nothing changes, it is just bad, all the time.  The local people here, they hate people who are from someplace else, and they also hate each other.  The local people here who have had the advantage of inheriting money, land, or a business would rather hire or advance local people, people with no education and a criminal record, before they would allow someone from someplace else to get ahead.

The local people here with no education, criminal records, and their methamphetamine addiction always begin with the intention of undermining and running off people from someplace else.  Being a worker in Dickinson from someplace else, is like being in a bucket full of crabs, every time you get a claw on the edge of the bucket to try to pull yourself out, you get dragged back down by the other crabs.

The reason why I stay in Dickinson, is because it sucks so bad here, that no one wants to live here and work here, so the wages are higher than normal.  It’s like working in a coal mine, it is dangerous, miserable, and dirty, but it pays well.  Or it’s like working in the Middle East or Afghanistan where the people are barbaric savages, but it pays well.

More Reckless Driving, And What Are People In Dickinson, North Dakota?

At the apartment building where I live in downtown Dickinson, there are not enough parking spaces in the parking lot for each resident to have one.  Each night there are usually about ten residents who have to park their vehicle on the street beside the building.

Last week, a new resident in the apartment building parked his older Dodge sedan on the street on Saturday evening, and someone ran into it, completely destroying it, and then they drove away.  This resident’s vehicle was about  fifteen years old, and it was worth about $2,500.  I am sure that he did not have comprehensive insurance coverage on this vehicle because it was not worth very much.  So just like that, he was without a vehicle, out about $2,500, and probably without any money to buy a replacement vehicle.

About two months ago, I wrote about a foreigner resident in the apartment building where I live, getting his vehicle ticketed for being parked in the same spot on the street for more than 48 hours.  The battery in his vehicle was dead, and he did not understand that his vehicle was going to get towed if he didn’t move it to a different spot.  His vehicle got towed away, and within one week, the tow and storage fees were $405, and after that there no was chance that he was ever going to get his vehicle back.

This is a low-rent apartment building where I live, and it is sad to see that so many of my neighbors never get ahead.  It is like they take one step forward, and two steps back.  Every time they start to get back on their feet, they get knocked back down again.

One of the things that is so perilous about this neighborhood where I live, is the car crashes.  The street that I live on is not a main thoroughfare, the speed limit is 25 mph, and it is a straight road.  However, in the less than two years that I have lived in this neighborhood, there have been five car crashes next to where I live.

I thought back on everywhere that I had lived in my 47 years of life, prior to moving to this neighborhood in downtown Dickinson, and I counted five vehicle accidents on or around my previous residences.  In my seven years of living in Tampa with over 1 million people, there were only two vehicle accidents at the apartments where I lived.  In Dickinson, with less than 25,000 people, in less than two years there have been five vehicle accidents beside where I live.

Many people in Dickinson now are a special kind of stupid, it’s hard to explain exactly.  Historically, the people in Dickinson were farmers and blue-collar workers, these types of people normally have common sense.  The people in Dickinson though they might have been poor, they were not white-trash because they were honest and there was very little theft in Dickinson.

I don’t know how it happened, but all of a sudden it was like the offspring of the farmers and blue-collar workers in Dickinson had attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder, plus a methamphetamine addiction, making them run around and drive vehicles like weasels.

People used to be described as professional, white-collar, tradespeople, blue-collar, white, white-trash, red-neck, hillbilly, yankee, black, poor black, Hispanic, Asian etcetera, and these terms were sufficient to give an idea of the person’s characteristics.

Many people in Dickinson do not fall into any of the above categories or descriptions.  Many of the people in Dickinson could be described as ADHD meth addict weasels, because of their erratic, hyperactive, non-thinking, irresponsible, stupid, destructive behavior, especially when driving a vehicle.

Review And Test Drive Of A 1977 Lamborghini Countach

I am tired of seeing Lamborghinis.  If you watch YouTube very much, there are hundreds of videos of Lamborghinis crashing while being driven too fast by inexperienced drivers.  Even spinning out and sliding into a curb in a Lamborghini is enough to do $100,000 in damage or completely total the vehicle.  These cars and drivers are a puzzling mix of immaturity, bad judgement, stupidity, and money.

However, there is an old guy named Harry who lives in England, who owns about twenty rare or valuable vehicles, who was lent a 1977 Lamborghini Countach in order to do a review and test drive.  This 1977 Lamborghini was the first production model of the Countach.  It had a V12 engine with six carburetors, and it produced 376 horsepower.

Unlike modern Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Porsches, Mercedes, and BMWs, the reviewer and other owners of these early Lamborghinis claim that this V12 engine and its transmission were very rugged, reliable, and trouble-free, even to this day more than forty years later.

But don’t think that you can go out an buy one.  There were only about 160 of these first ones produced, so the value of the one shown in this video is nearly $2 million.  I am showing this video, because like the two previous videos that I showed of carburetored V12 Jaguars, you will not ever see cars like this again.

Proposed Dickinson Town Square Moving To “Site B”

In today’s Dickinson Press newspaper I read an article that reported on some of the decisions that were made at the most recent Dickinson City Commission meeting.  In this blog post article I just want to focus attention on what was said about the proposed Dickinson Town Square.

After reading and re-reading this Dickinson Press newspaper article, it turns out that a decision was not made on the proposed Dickinson Town Square, rather there came to be a consensus of opinion among the City Commissioners, Downtown Dickinson Association, and Downtown Taskforce that their original and preferred plan to purchase three store-front buildings on Sims Avenue near Villard in order have enough combined space at the corner of Sims Avenue and Villard was going to be too expensive.

As a result of this consensus of opinion that the original and preferred location was going to be too expensive, the City Administrator was now going to determine the feasibility of using the original Town Square design plans, at another city owned location “on Third Avenue West” now being referred to as “Site B”.

I want to stop for a moment, and describe what I think is happening:

The Downtown Dickinson Association is a group of business owners and property owners who have businesses and property in downtown Dickinson.  These people would like to see steady or increased business in downtown Dickinson so that they can make money and have their property hold its value or increase in value.

To achieve its goals, the Downtown Dickinson Association would like to see beautification projects, improvement projects, building rehabilitation, increased occupancy, new businesses, good restaurants, family friendly businesses, good publicity, events that attract people, and activities for people downtown.

At the same time, the City of Dickinson and other organizations such as the Dickinson Chamber of Commerce, would also like to see the historic downtown district in Dickinson prosper, for such reasons as high property values downtown bringing in high property taxes, and an attractive downtown benefiting Dickinson overall.

However, the City of Dickinson, other organizations, and other individuals are not always going to place the interests of the Downtown Dickinson Association first, or before their own interests.  There are other locations in Dickinson that business owners and property owners want to remain important or increase in value, such as the T-Rex Mall area, the Prairie Hills Mall area, the North Hills area, and the Menards shopping area.

This “Site B”, in every newspaper article that I have read for the past year, it merely says “Site B is on Third Avenue West, across from American Bank Center”.  There is only one American Bank Center on Third Avenue West, and it is located at 12th Street West, in the T-Rex Mall parking lot.

After I had written and published this article, a reader left a comment stating that “Third Avenue West, across from the American Bank Center” was not the location of “Site B”.  The actual location of “Site B” is on 1st Avenue West, across from the American Bank Center.  This location is just up the street from the Rock Bar, very near where many of the Live At 5, and First On First concerts were held in the past five years.

Evaluation Of Using Police Monkeys In Lieu Of Police Dogs In Dickinson, North Dakota

Yesterday I was watching some YouTube videos that showed suspects successfully escaping from Police Officers on foot.  Here is the last fifty-five seconds from one of these videos:

Despite there being at least four Police Officers present in the above video, even after the suspect was shot with a taser, he was still able to outrun these Police Officers and escape.

I wrote in the comment section of the above video, that I bet this suspect could not outrun a German Shepherd Police Dog.  But the Police would probably be accused of racial insensitivity if they released a Police Dog on this suspect, partly because of the mental picture being conjured in some people’s minds of Police Dogs attacking Black Civil Rights marchers in the 1960s.

However, it would be more difficult for people to cry racism if the Police had released a Police Monkey on this suspect, because no one even knows what this would look like, or what would happen.  Currently, most people only have amusing thoughts and mental images about monkeys, but monkeys can be even more fierce and formidable than dogs.  Not only can monkeys bite, with teeth that are sometimes larger than dog’s teeth, but they can grab hold of you with their hands, and they are incredibly strong.

I realized right away that Gorillas, Baboons, and Chimpanzees would not be suitable for use as Police Monkeys, because they are too big, too strong, and too uncontrollable when they become enraged.  Each of these three monkeys could pull suspects apart by their limbs and kill them in a matter of seconds in a fit of rage.

I spent about an hour watching YouTube videos that showed every kind of monkey that exists in the World, and the Macaque variety appears to be about the next largest size down from Gorillas, Baboons, and Chimpanzees.  When I looked closer at the different kinds of Macaque monkeys, I didn’t see any that were large enough, and I found that what I really had in mind all along was not a monkey, but a Gibbon Ape.

Here is a video of a baby Gibbon Ape.  Keep in mind that he is less than half of his full grown size.  I chose this video because it shows the agility of a Gibbon Ape, and their ability to be integrated with humans:

Here is a second video of Gibbon Apes, that shows their size when full grown, their clean appearance, and their ability to walk around upright:

From these two YouTube videos, you can see some possible advantages of using Police Gibbon Apes instead of Police Dogs.  They have climbing ability that exceeds that of Police Officers and Police Dogs, that could be useful in urban environments when pursuing suspects.

It is not ever talked about, but one of the reasons why Police Dogs are sometimes used on non-compliant offenders, is because Police Dogs immediately go to work on offenders using a high degree of bite force, but unlike Police Officers, Police Dogs can not be charged either criminally or civilly for use of excessive force, discrimination, or racism.

With Police Gibbon Apes, non-compliant offenders would not be able to bring criminal or civil charges against the Police Gibbon Ape for use of excessive force, discrimination, or racism.  There is currently no stigma in the minds of the public for releasing a Police Monkey on someone.

For reference, the next largest size up from the Gibbon Ape which has similar characteristics, is the Orangutan, which is credited as being the most intelligent of all primates, though it is ugly in my opinion.  I don’t know how well Gibbon Apes or Orangutans would adjust to the cold winter weather in Dickinson.

Here is the only video that I could find so far of a Police Monkey on duty:

Things To Keep In Your Vehicle In North Dakota

I have written blog posts similar to this one in the past, but I want to add a few more items to the list, and emphasize the importance of other items.

It has been very, very cold in North Dakota for this past week of February into the beginning of March 2019.  During the day and night, with the low temperature and the 20 mph to 35 mph winds, the temperature outside with windchill effect has been -30 to -40 degrees Fahrenheit.

Even though I have been wearing sweat pants and sweat shirts underneath quilt-lined winter overalls, with the high winds these past couple of weeks, I have found that I have become very cold when standing outside for more than ten minutes, particularly in my feet and hands.  Without gloves on, especially if you are handling metal objects, your hands can become painfully cold within five minutes in this below 0 degree F, windy weather.

One of the reasons why I am writing this type of blog post again, is because I did have a vehicle break down in December of 2018, and again in March of 2019, so here is my list, with an explanation:

  1. Cell Phone.  The most important thing to have with you in your vehicle in North Dakota is your cell phone.  You can call someone you know to come and get you, call someone to come and help you, call a tow truck, call the Highway Patrol, or call work to let them know where you are.
  2. Heavy Sleeping Bag.  The reason why I am putting a Heavy Sleeping Bag at #2 on my list, is because you can go more than a day without water, more than several days without food, but with the cold temperatures that we have been having lately in North Dakota, you could die from the cold within a couple of hours.  Women and young girls in North Dakota, have a very bad habit of not wearing heavy enough warm winter clothing, thinking that nothing bad is going to happen to them, or that there will always be someone else around to help them, which is not true.
  3. Tow Insurance.  On my State Farm Insurance vehicle insurance policy for instance, it costs about $8 additional per six months, to add “roadside assistance”.  This tow insurance paid for a $365 tow that I had in 2016, and a $510 tow that I had in 2018.
  4. A Firearm.  The reason why I am putting a Firearm higher on my list than jumper cables or fix-a-flat, is because more important than getting your vehicle moving again, is being able to defend your own life.  North Dakota may not be as bad as other states, but the older that I get, the more places that I have been, the more that I have learned and experienced, the more that I know that there are depraved people that attempt to prey upon and victimize other people.  (For those of you who do not live in states like Idaho or North Dakota, there are many states that have gun laws that are meant to allow law-abiding people to be armed, especially when traveling.)
  5. Heavy Duty Tow Strap.  It is good to have a Heavy Duty Tow Strap that is at least twenty feet in length to use to pull your vehicle if it becomes stuck, is off the road, or needs to be pulled home or to the nearest town.
  6. A Good Battery Jump Start Box.  An example of a Good Battery Jump Start Box, are the 1000 peak amp jump start boxes made by Stanley that cost about $80.  I have used several of these Stanley 1000 peak amp jump start boxes on dead batteries on big V8 engines, and they have plenty enough power and energy capacity for multiple starts.  These jump start boxes also have a built-in air compressor and power outlet ports for charging things like cell phones.  It is safer to use these jump start boxes to start a vehicle, than using jumper cables, to avoid potentially damaging your own vehicle or someone else’s vehicle.
  7. Heavy Duty Jumper Cables.
  8. A can of Fix-A-Flat for large size tires.
  9. AlumaSeal or Bar’s Stop Leak for radiator leaks.
  10. Bottle of Heet Gas Line Anti-Freeze.  It was so cold in Dickinson recently, that my vehicle would not start after I stopped at a service station to fill it up with gasoline.  I either had water in my vehicle gas tank from condensation, snow had blown into the service station tank when it was being filled, or my vehicle gas line froze.  In any case, it started very quickly after adding a bottle of Heet Gas Line Antifreeze to my vehicle fuel tank.
  11. Extra Coolant, Engine Oil, Transmission Fluid, Duct Tape, Vice-Grips, and Flashlight.
  12. Small Mechanic’s Tool Kit.  You can go to any hardware store, Menards, Runnings, or WalMart and find a small Mechanic’s Tool Kit with an assortment of metric and SAE sockets, wrenches, bits, and drivers for $50.
  13. Several Bottles Of Drinking Water.

I am going to finish this blog post by giving some very important advice that I believe many readers have not thought about.  Especially during this very, very cold weather that we have been having in North Dakota, be very careful and cautious about helping other people.

Sometimes, the most likely people to be having vehicle problems on the side of the road, are the least intelligent, mentally handicapped, bad judgement, lifetime problem people, and you have to be very wary and cautious about helping these people.

For instance, many, many people will not hesitate to hook up battery jumper cables the wrong way on your car battery, which could destroy your vehicle’s electrical system, not only causing you thousands of dollars in vehicle damage, but leaving you without a running vehicle, stranded on the side of the road with them.

Or, people who have slid off the road onto a steep embankment beside the road, may not hesitate in trying to talk you into attaching a tow rope to your vehicle in order to try to pull them back onto the road.  Do not do this if there is deep gorge or drop off below, if their vehicle continues to slide downhill, it may pull your vehicle all the way down to the bottom of the gorge.

It may be safer for you to offer to call the Highway Patrol or a tow truck, rather than risk your vehicle and your own safety trying to help someone else, who may have extremely bad judgment, not care about causing you problems, or who could even be a threat to you.

The Epitome Of Stupid, Crazy People In Dickinson, North Dakota

This morning, Sunday February 3, I was driving north on Highway 22, fifty miles south of Dickinson.  The temperature outside was -23 degrees Fahrenheit, and there was a 30 mph cross wind, making the temperature with windchill effect about -50 to -60 degrees Fahrenheit.

I did not want to hit a deer, go off the road, or have any kind of car problems because it was so cold, that getting stuck in such a remote area with a vehicle that is not running, could literally be life threatening.  The speed limit on this section of Highway 22 is 65 mph all the way to Dickinson.   I planned on driving 60 mph to 65 mph just to be safe.  There was very little snow on the road, but snow was blowing in the air across the road.

When I was about forty miles south of Dickinson, I caught up to a maroon color Ford F250 pickup truck that was travelling at about 55 mph.  I could tell from the large tires and suspension lift that this F250 truck was four-wheel-drive.  I didn’t know why the driver of this truck was going so slow, with such a big, heavy four-wheel drive truck.  I thought that maybe they were just being cautious due to the weather conditions.

I was trying to be cautious too, and I thought that maybe they knew better than me, maybe they were aware of some deeper snow drifts across the road further up ahead.  I decided to stay at least three hundred feet behind this F250 truck, because I was not in a hurry, I didn’t want to pass them, and I didn’t want to tail gate them.

For the next twenty miles, I stayed at least three hundred feet behind this Ford F250 pickup truck, though I thought that I could probably drive safely at about 60 mph to 65 mph, instead of the 55 mph that this truck was doing.  About twenty miles south of Dickinson, where the wind was much less strong, I passed this F250 truck, driving at about 70 mph in order to get around them, when there were no oncoming cars at all.

I then saw that in the back of this Ford F250 pickup truck there was a black piece of travel luggage with a pull-handle on the top of it.  I thought that they must be headed for the Dickinson Theodore Roosevelt Airport ten miles up ahead.  I thought that is why they are driving only 55 mph, they want to be sure to get to the airport in time to check in, but they don’t want to get to the airport too early either.

About ten minutes later when I drove past the Dickinson Theodore Roosevelt Airport, I looked in my rear view mirror, and I saw that this F250 pickup truck that I had passed earlier, it had really gained speed and it had nearly caught up to me.  In order to catch up to me so quickly, they must have begun driving at more than 70 mph.

They didn’t turn into the airport after all, but continued driving at about 70 mph, until they were tail gating me pretty aggressively just as I was reaching the Dickinson City Limits where the speed limit decreases from 65 mph to 45 mph.  When I began slowing down for the 45 mph speed limit sign, this F250 pickup truck got to within ten feet of my rear bumper.

I was pretty angry about suddenly being tail gated like this in an aggressive manner, considering the circumstances.  This truck had driven 55 mph, ten miles per hour below the posted speed limit, for almost the entire fifty miles to Dickinson, and I had followed them at a safe distance for twenty miles while they were driving well below the speed limit.  Then for some reason, in the last ten miles they drove at least 70 mph, and then began tail gating me aggressively while I was driving at the posted speed limit.

I was about ready to come to a complete stop in the middle of the road, get out of my vehicle, and see if they wanted to get out of their vehicle to tell me what their problem was.  This F250 pickup truck then made a left turn onto 20th Street SW, and I could see clearly that it was the same maroon color four-door truck that I had passed ten minutes earlier that was going so slowly for almost the entire fifty miles to Dickinson.

I wanted to turn around, and follow this truck to wherever it was going, get out, and ask the driver, “What are you doing?  Why were you driving at 55 mph the whole way to Dickinson when the speed limit was 65 mph, and then just before you get here you want to drive 70 mph and tail gate me, ten feet behind me, like you have some kind of emergency.  What is wrong with you?”

I have written a blog post before about tail gaters in Dickinson.  I can’t understand why the people in Dickinson are so stupid that they can’t understand that there is no way that running into the back of another vehicle is not going to result in them getting cited for an accident and being held responsible for the damage done to their own vehicle, the other person’s vehicle, and possibly the other person’s medical bills for neck or back injuries.

I Didn’t Know That Normal Men Were Beginning To Use Sex Dolls In Place Of Women

From time to time on normal television stations and in mainstream media, when the subject of the latest developments in robotics was covered, a little bit of time was spent discussing the possibility of female robots serving as wives or girlfriends in the future.  I thought that this was something that was at least twenty or thirty years away from happening.

I thought that there was still a lot of work that had to be done in making a robot more human like.  An exterior covering that had the same appearance, feel, and warmth as human skin.  Eyes that followed movement and focused.  Facial expressions, mouth movement, and a voice that corresponded to different emotions.  Female anatomy that looked, felt, and worked like human female anatomy.

If you ever watched the 1982 science fiction movie “Blade Runner” starring Harrison Ford, his character had to track down four “replicants” who were very difficult to distinguish from humans.  He actually fell in love with one of the replicants named Rachael, who was played by the actress Sean Young.  Another female replicant Pris, was played by actress Daryl Hannah.

I have no difficulty in seeing how men could be attracted to female replicants who looked like Sean Young or Daryl Hannah did back in 1982, but I thought that robot, android, humanoid technology was no where near that level of sophistication yet.

Apparently, men have become so desperate, that they aren’t waiting for fully functioning human robots, they are using lifeless, human-like female dolls for sex, now.  In the past, someone who purchased an inflatable sex doll from a magazine, would have been seen as having something mentally wrong with them, being deviant, for attempting to have sex with an inflatable doll, rather than attempting to have a relationship with a real human woman.

I can imagine that in the past, a social worker or a psychiatrist might have tried to counsel a man that was attempting to have sex with something other than a human woman, by explaining the desirability and benefits of human interaction and relationship forming.  I believe that probably only in extreme cases of abnormality would a psychiatrist or social worker give up on trying to coax a person into having normal human relations.

The reason why I am writing this particular blog post now, is that to my surprise, very normal men are now choosing sex dolls over women, even when women are available to them.  Below, I have included a video from a YouTube vlogger that I have been following for about one month.  In this video, he explains a little about why he purchased and uses a life-size female sex doll.

Since I have been following this vlogger who made this video for about a month, I will explain in a little more detail why he and other men are choosing to have sex with dolls, rather than human women:

  • Men are tired of how much money women cost, during dating, during marriage, during divorce, and after divorce.
  • Men are tired of courts awarding so much money to women after common-law marriage separation or divorce, that they work full-time but don’t have enough money to live on.
  • Men are tired of women tricking them into buying them a house and an automobile that they can barely afford, only to later demand through court enforcement after a divorce that the man continue to pay for their house and automobile.
  • Men are tired of being accused of assault, harassment, and sexual harassment, where they may lose their job, career, and child custody just from the accusation.
  • Men are tired of the dishonesty, lying, treachery, and scheming of women.
  • Men are tired of the unfaithfulness of women.
  • Men are tired of women griping, complaining, never being satisfied, always wanting something more, and trying to change them.
  • Even when men have consensual sex with women, after the fact, women are now claiming that they were in fact raped because they had been drinking and were unable to legally give consent.

Here is the video where this man explains why he purchased and uses a life-size sex doll:

I think that men would really, really have to hate women in order to prefer to have sex with a lifeless doll rather than a real woman, but yes, men do hate women this much now.

Rough Riders Strip Club Can Be The Only One With A Bigfoot On Stage

A little over a week ago I wrote about the proposed Rough Riders Strip Club coming to the Prairie Hills Mall in Dickinson, North Dakota.  The reason why the Prairie Hills Mall is such a good location for a strip club, is because it is located right at the intersection of I-94 and Hwy 22 in downtown Dickinson beside many restaurants and motels.  Plus, there is plenty of room in the parking lot for hundreds of tractor trucks and trailers to park.

The name of the strip club, comes from the voluntary cavalry regiment called the Rough Riders, that was led by Theodore Roosevelt during the Spanish-American War in Cuba.  Theodore Roosevelt spent several years living on a cattle ranch not far from Dickinson in the 1890s before he became president of the United States.  There are many things in this area named after Theodore Roosevelt, such as the the Theodore Roosevelt National Park.

I think that the Rough Riders Strip Club can be the largest and nicest strip club in North Dakota, and make Dickinson the busiest town in North Dakota, with everyone wanting to get off Interstate 94 and Hwy 22 to stop in Dickinson to see what is happening.

One of the unique things about the Rough Riders Strip Club, is that local women, the “Heidi Girls”, will pull rickshaws around the vicinity of the Prairie Hills Mall to take truck drivers from their trucks to local restaurants and motels.  But something else that would be even more of a novelty and attraction would be having a Bigfoot perform on stage.

In my previous blog post, I included a video about a Black man who had a Bigfoot growl at him for staring at her breasts for too long.  This young Bigfoot was about 6′-6″ in height, with golden blond hair, nice breasts, and a cute hairy ass.  This got me to thinking, we could have a Bigfoot perform on stage at the Rough Riders Strip Club.

The only woman in Dickinson that I know of who is that tall, is Dickinson State University women’s assistant basketball coach Janie Rayback who played college and professional basketball.  Janie is 6′-4″, with long brown hair, and in fairly good physical condition because of her job.  All we need to do is add more hair.

I don’t know how we are going to get this hair to stick.  I think that Janie would have to let her body hair grow out long, then we would have to attach hair extensions to her own body hair.  With the amount of time and effort required to attach all of this body hair, it’s not like she could take it off every night, she would have to leave it on.

I don’t know if Janie would want to do this or not, so I need to point out some of the benefits.  I think that she should be paid a minimum of $100 per night from the Strip Club, in addition to the money that she makes while on stage, from lap dances, and from having her photograph taken with customers.  I think that she could make about $300 per night at the Rough Riders Strip Club.

During the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally in South Dakota, I think that Janie could perform there in order for publicity for the Rough Riders Strip Club, and she could probably make about $1,000 per day in Sturgis.

During basketball season, Janie’s hair would be intimidating and distracting to the other teams, which would give the DSU women’s basketball team an advantage.  She could also growl at the referees whenever they made bad calls.

The only disadvantage that I can think of, so far, is if Janie’s car broke down on Hwy 22 or Hwy 85 at night and she tried to walk into town.

At the Strip Club, whenever the Bigfoot was on stage, all of the patrons would be reminded that this 6′-4″ Bigfoot was only 8 years old, that is was a juvenile Bigfoot and not full grown yet, and to not anger it.  Also, the customers would be informed that at the end of the dance, that if they wanted a lap dance, that they would have to do their Bigfoot call, and whoever had the best call, that is usually who the Bigfoot would go to.  All of the truck drivers from Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Tennessee would enjoy this.

Bigfoot Growls At Black Man For Staring At Her Breasts Too Long

A few days ago I was watching a fairly long YouTube video where a Black man described his Bigfoot encounters in 2004.  He used to ride his motorcycle to an abandoned quarry which had turned into a nice peaceful lake.  On his first encounter, a young Bigfoot that had been playing in an old tree, it got pinned under the tree when it fell over, and it began crying for help.

When the man went to see what was going on, he got to the fallen tree just before this young Bigfoot’s older sister and mother arrived.  He described the young female Bigfoot as having beautiful golden blond hair, a very shapely figure, and an attractive face.  He said that her appearance was like that of a beautiful Native American girl.

As he continued to visit this abandoned quarry, an elderly lady who lived 1/2 mile away, invited him to her home, and while he was at her home, she explained to him that she had been caring for a large troupe of Bigfoots since the 1970s.  At that time, she called two young Bigfoots from the upstairs of her house, to come into the kitchen, and they came downstairs and stood behind her, peaking out at the Black man.

On a later visit, the young female Bigfoot with golden blond hair that he had seen before, she came to talk to the old woman on her porch.  As you may know, Bigfoot do not wear clothes, so when this young lady Bigfoot was standing in front of him, he could not help but stare at her perky young breasts, and her cute hairy bottom.  The young Bigfoot girl got tired of him staring at her, and she growled at him.

I am going to start this video about halfway through, at the part where the Bigfoot girl growled at him, but you can go to YouTube and watch the entire video if you want.

An Illustration Of What Dickinson, North Dakota Is Like

I have tried to explain what Dickinson, North Dakota is like many times.  What people probably need to know most of all, is the great degree to which people in Dickinson hate people who are from someplace else, and that they also hate each other.

More than a hundred years ago when the first settlers arrived in western North Dakota, mostly Germans, Ukranians, Bohemians, and a few Norwegians, they were very poor and conditions were very bleak.  Back then, there were far less trees in western North Dakota than you see now.

The settlers had no wood to construct their homes, they had to cut grass sod and stack it to form walls, and they had to use grass sod for the roof as well.  There was no wood for the fireplace or stove, they had to burn dry animal dung for cooking and heating.

For a long time in the Dickinson area, people were so poor that there was no charity or hospitality, everyone was just struggling to survive.  Also, for almost the entire history of Dickinson, there was no way for most people to get ahead.  The only way that local people could feel like they got ahead, was when someone else failed.  So people in Dickinson became accustomed to hoping and helping other people to fail, which made them feel better about themselves.

I have thought about a way to describe what people in Dickinson are like, and what living in Dickinson is like.  Here is a story that I have come up with, to illustrate several points.  Imagine that I fell and hit my head, to where my mental faculties were permanently diminished, and I could no longer operate a vehicle or work at a job.  In this mental state of not knowing and not understanding completely what is going on, here is how my life would be in Dickinson:

After a long battle of having been repeatedly denied Social Security Disability benefits in Dickinson, my court appointed advocate was able to take me to Bismarck where I was evaluated and determined to be eligible to receive disability benefits due to my accident, head injury, and reduced mental capacity.

My advocate and public fiduciary were able to arrange for me to have a small ground floor apartment in Dickinson, and they managed my Social Security money to pay for my rent, utilities, food, and clothing.  There was a small amount of money left over each month which paid for the public fiduciary accounting services.

One of my activities which I had inside of my apartment, was braiding rope to make eyelets on each end of twenty foot lengths of rope.  I would make these ropes with eyelet ends, and try to sell them as tow ropes, for $20 each.  This activity was so that I had a job, of sorts, like everybody else.

At 10 a.m., I would put 10 tow ropes into my shopping cart, and leave my apartment to go make my sales route through Dickinson.  I would head west through the neighborhood where I lived in downtown Dickinson, to get to the business district and parking lots of gas stations, convenience stores, parts stores, fast food restaurants, and motels where I would offer my 20 foot tow ropes, for $20.

One of the first persons to spot me this morning as I pushed my shopping cart along the sidewalk, was a retired man of about 65 years of age driving a new Buick, named Florian.  This man was an important Catholic, and an important member of the community.  Florian did not like the looks of me, or what I was doing.  He made a right turn at the next corner, in order to go around the block and come up behind me again.

Florian thought about running me over with his car, but he realized that someone might see him, and that he might do damage to his car.  He didn’t like the looks of me, my shopping cart, my tow ropes, or what I was doing, this made Dickinson look bad he thought.  How to get rid of me and put a stop to this he thought?  After watching me for a few minutes, Florian came up with a plan of how he might poison me.

Florian decided that he would go buy some cookie dough mix, some rat poison, mix this up in his garage, heat it up on a hot plate, and that later in the day he would find me again and bring me some cookies.  Florian was very happy and pleased with himself, because now he had something to do today, and he imagined how sick I would be and possibly die.

As I continued to make my way through downtown Dickinson, another Catholic, a realtor lady driving a new Chevy Suburban was headed in my direction.  She was talking on her cell phone and she saw me about two blocks away as I was getting ready to push my shopping cart full of yellow tow ropes across the street.

This lady looked in her rear view mirror, her side mirrors, and she looked left and right, and she saw that no one was coming and that no one was outside.  Just as I was pushing my shopping cart into the street, she ran into the front corner of my shopping cart, causing it to yank out of my hands, and fly through the air, throwing my tow ropes everywhere.  My shopping cart was damaged and crooked now.

She laughed to herself as she continued driving, looking in the rear view mirror at the damage she had caused.  No one had seen her, I would not be able to identify her, she had gotten away with it.  Besides, who was going to care about what happened to me anyway, she would just say that it was my fault, who was going to believe me?  Hopefully, she had damaged my shopping cart badly enough, that she wouldn’t have to see me pushing my shopping cart around Dickinson anymore.

I picked my yellow tow ropes up, put them back into my shopping cart basket, and I continued on.  Just before noon, as I was going through the parking lot of the Motel 6, I was able to sell one tow rope to a motel guest.  He didn’t really need the tow rope, but he thought that it wouldn’t hurt to have one.

I now had $20, and I saw the Kentucky Fried Chicken sign up ahead, not far away.  I parked my shopping cart beside the KFC, and I went inside.  I was happy that I had enough money to buy whatever I wanted.

After I got done eating, when I went outside, my shopping cart was gone.  I panicked, and began looking all over for it.  It had taken me hours and hours to make all of those tow ropes, and now they were gone.  Finally, I found my shopping cart in the bottom of the canal behind KFC, someone had taken it and pushed it into the canal.

This is what Dickinson is like, the people here hate people who are from someplace else, and they also hate each other.  Anything that you do in Dickinson, it will probably make the people here hate you even more.  They do not want anyone to get ahead, or anyone to be happy, they can’t allow this to happen, as this would mean that someone was doing better than them.  The only way that people in Dickinson can feel good about themselves, is when someone else fails, so they help other people to fail.