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Is Dickinson North Dakota A Good Place To Live

After my experience yesterday in Dickinson, North Dakota trying to make a bank deposit, I am a changed person.  It’s like I have been nearly drowning in a lake, treading water, trying to keep my head above water, and I finally sank and my lungs became completely filled with the filthy, ignorant, inbred, backwards, ugly, hostile water, as I was submerged in Dickinson.

Or, it was like being ass-raped in prison while you were minding your own business and not expecting it, going to the local bank in Dickinson, and once again having your entire day, outlook on life, expectation in people, trust in people, expectation of normal behavior, and trust in institutions ruined.  Prison and Dickinson are the same, the same perverse, primitive, ignorant, law-less shit happens.

Let’s just face it, you are never going to be able to have an enjoyable day in Dickinson.  You are never going to be able to go to any business in Dickinson and get what you came for.  You are never going to meet any nice, enjoyable, interesting people.  You are never going to see an attractive woman in Dickinson.  You will never be left alone by the Dickinson Police, prison guards.

Every day in Dickinson, from the time that you wake up in the morning to the time that you go to bed at night, there will be fat, ugly, Jack-O-Lantern women standing outside smoking a cigarette, driving by in a Chevy Tahoe smoking a cigarette, working at every store that you go to.

Have you ever read about women who get raped, how they handle getting raped?  They say that they try to leave their body, that they are not even in their body, they are not experiencing what is being done to their body, they are not here.  That’s how you cope with living in Dickinson.

This is how I have to live in Dickinson.  You people here are so fucking stupid, ugly, inbred, ignorant, uneducated, dirty, incompetent, law-less, and backwards, that no one normal in their right mind wants to be here.

The Jack-O’-Lantern Women Of Dickinson, North Dakota

I have been feeling a little depressed for the past couple of weeks, as if there is something missing from my life.  It feels like I am missing some drive, motivation, inspiration, or purpose.  I was trying to think about what was wrong, and I realized what it was.

There is nothing to do in Dickinson, North Dakota, and I have hours upon hours of nothing to do but think and contemplate.  I realized, “Do you know, I haven’t seen an attractive woman for the past eight weeks.”

I thought about it, and thought about it, and tried to remember, the last attractive woman that I saw was eight weeks ago in a store.  There was a young lady of about 23 years, she was my height, slender build, long dark hair, and she said in a normal manner, “Can I help you, are you looking for something?”  That was the only attractive woman that I could remember seeing, and this was eight weeks ago.

It’s not like I don’t go anywhere.  I go to different grocery stores about four times per week, gas stations about four times per week, hardware stores about four times per week, fast-food restaurants twice per week, I pay some bills in-person, and I go to my job four days per week.  Yet I don’t ever see attractive women, anywhere.

This is not normal, this is what has been making me feel depressed, and even very angry sometimes.  Looking back upon my life, meeting and seeing attractive women has always been an important element of being alive.

When I was in elementary school, middle school, and high school in Florida, there were always at least two to four girls in each of my classes who were attractive and worthy of attention.  I would look forward to seeing these girls each day, what they would wear, how their hair would be, how they would act, what they might say and do.  It was a challenge and inspiration for me to come up with something to say or do that would get their attention.

When I went to college in Virginia, and later university in Florida, it was probably even more full of very attractive women.  Whether it was going to class, going to the gym, going to parties, or going to bars, it was so fun to see, meet, talk to, and try to seduce women.

As a young adult living and working in different cities in Florida, you could not help but see and interact with beautiful women, wherever you went:  Walmart, grocery stores, convenience stores, gas stations, bars, restaurants, shopping malls, hardware stores, work, government offices, post office, banks,…absolutely everywhere, every day, all day.

The existence of these beautiful women was an inspiration and motivation to me.  I tried to stay in good physical condition, have a clean and professional appearance, wear nice looking well-fitting clothes that were taken to the cleaners and pressed, have a new clean vehicle, and pay attention to all kinds of details about how things looked.  I looked forward to going shopping to buy clothes for work and for going out.

In Florida, everyone I knew, almost all people, looked forward to going out on Friday and Saturday night, to restaurants, bars, nightclubs, parties, movies, sporting events, concerts, road trips, and beach towns.  Of course, everyone would get dressed for whatever they were doing or wherever they were going.  It was fun and exciting to see and meet everyone who was out in the evening.

But let’s get back to Dickinson.  Like I have written before, Dickinson is like the movie “Deliverance”, “Planet Of The Apes”, or “The Grapes Of Wrath”.  God it makes me so fucking mad thinking about Dickinson, what it is like here.  It’s like being in a fucking God damn prison!  Ape creatures and land whales.

I thought about each of the places and everywhere that I routinely went in Dickinson, every place that I could think of, and all of the women in Dickinson looked exactly the same.  They were overweight, sloppily dressed, not groomed, with big fat misshapen heads, and unattractive faces.  They looked like Jack-o’-lanterns is what they looked like.

Jack-o’-lanterns with big fat misshapen heads and hideous faces, everywhere, all day, every day.  In Dickinson, I don’t like going to the grocery store, and I especially don’t like going to convenience stores and gas stations.  I hate going to Walmart, and I won’t go to bars.  There is no place that I like going, and there is almost no possibility or likelihood that I will see or meet any young lady or woman in Dickinson that is enjoyable.

A Woman Showed Me One Of The Weapons She Uses To Kill People

Have you ever thought about walking into someone’s office, place of business, home, garage, driveway, or parking lot and shooting them?  You might have actually done it, if you thought that you could get away with it.  Or maybe you have.  Getting caught, is a deterrent.

There are all kinds of things to consider and plan in order to not get caught.  One very important thing, is selecting the correct weapon.  You would probably want a quiet firearm.  For those of you who don’t know very much about firearms, revolvers are going to be noisy because there is a gap between the cylinder and the barrel, which is an additional outlet for noise, besides the end of the gun barrel.

Semi-automatic pistols which have an ammunition magazine in their grip, instead of a rotating cylinder like a revolver has, can have a silencer added.  To add a silencer to a semi-automatic pistol requires the pistol to have its standard barrel replaced with a longer barrel that extends at least 3/8″ beyond the end of the slide.

Obtaining an extended barrel for a semi-automatic pistol means ordering a gun part which is specifically made for your gun.  This can lead to requests for your full name, mailing address, credit card, and all of this transaction information has a date on it, identifying a specific make, model, and caliber pistol.   In most places, it is not illegal to have a threaded barrel or an extended barrel on a semi-auto pistol, though it is suspicious.

The purchase and possession of a silencer for a firearm is very strictly controlled and regulated.  It involves very thorough documentation and record keeping by the licensed authorized seller of silencers, which includes the purchaser being fingerprinted and photographed.  The purchaser information is sent to the Federal Government for approval, but this information also goes to local Law Enforcement.

In short, by this point, there will be records of you having purchased a threaded/extended barrel for a specific make, model, and caliber firearm.  Records from the silencer purchase include your firearm serial number, your photograph, and your fingerprints.  All of your personal information and these records are sent to the Federal Government and local Law Enforcement.  Does this sound like a good way to begin if you are trying to not get caught?

One way to bypass the silencer process that I described above, is to not use a semi-auto pistol.  For those of you not very familiar with firearms, there are some rifles that operate very similar to a pistol in some ways.  One of the most common, inexpensive, and reliable rifles in the U.S. is the Ruger model 10/22.  Rifles like this can be shortened quite a bit, and they possess some other useful, desirable features.

The Ruger model 10/22 rifle can be purchased new for about $300.  This rifle features a small, compact, 10-round, rotary ammunition magazine, that fits inside the rifle receiver, it does not protrude below the rifle frame.  Without interfering with the firing of the rifle, the barrel can be cut off at or near the front stock end, and the rear stock can be cut off.  Once this is done, even though it is still longer than a semi-auto pistol, its profile can actually be more slender than a semi-auto pistol, because the 10-round rotary magazine is tucked inside the receiver, there is no pistol grip with an ammunition magazine inside of it extending down.

The cut rifle barrel can be threaded to receive a threaded silencer, or a clamp-on silencer can be used, or a barrel clamp-on to threaded adapter can be used.  There are probably one hundred YouTube videos showing how to make a firearm silencer in general, and some specifically for a Ruger model 10/22.  This cut-down and modified Ruger model 10/22 rifle is probably not illegal in most places, but possessing a rifle modified like this would cause a high level of suspicion.

The manufacture or possession of an unlicensed silencer carries up to a ten year prison sentence.  For those readers who don’t believe me, here is an excerpt from a 2017 criminal court case:

“Jacksonville, Florida – Acting United States Attorney W. Stephen Muldrow announces the arrest and filing of a criminal complaint charging Bernandino Gawala Bolatete (69, Jacksonville) with knowingly receiving and possessing a silencer not registered to him in the National Firearms Registration and Transfer Record. If convicted, he faces a maximum penalty of 10 years in federal prison.

According to the criminal complaint, on November 27, 2017, Bolatete asked for assistance in purchasing a firearm silencer from an undercover detective from the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office. Bolatete specified that, to avoid government scrutiny, he did not want any paperwork associated with the sale. On December 1, 2017, Bolatete took possession of a silencer after the undercover detective sold it to him for $100 and he was subsequently arrested.”

On the one hand, your modified cut-down, low-profile, silenced Ruger model 10/22 is now concealable in ordinary everyday objects like a blue-print cardboard tube holder, or a florist flower box, on the other hand, merely possessing it carries up to a ten year prison sentence.  And, using a firearm equipped with a silencer while in commission of a crime, carries an additional twenty year prison sentence.

I have thought about all kinds of ways of killing people, and yes, putting poisonous snakes in someone’s vehicle is illegal too, and it is a specific criminal charge too, as is setting vicious crazy dogs loose on people.

It is frustrating sometimes that I can’t get even with people, because of the likelihood of getting caught.  Friends offer to let me borrow their crossbow, or tell me that they have a really good place to bury bodies that no one will find, but I am still discouraged.

Yesterday, there is a woman who I have known for about one year, who said that she wanted to show me something.  I had no idea what it was going to be.  She brought out a very nice, large metal case with locks, about 24″x16″x4″ in size.  I still had no idea what it was.

She opened the case, and in it was one large metal firearm silencer, and one custom-built, cut-down, shortened, modified 22 caliber semi-auto rifle, with laser sights.  I couldn’t believe it.  Why did she have this?  Just being in possession of this is a felony punishable by up to ten years in prison, plus probably endless questioning for days about what you have been doing.

This was not home-made and amateurish, this was custom-built by a professional.  Though it was cut down, grips were made for it, the barrel had an adapter to allow the silencer to be screwed on and it fit well, there was an accessory rail installed where the laser sight was mounted.

One of the clues to this woman’s nature, which stands out a little bit more from the rest, was about eight months ago when I asked her if she was scared of some man accosting her, she said, “No, I normally carry a knife in my sock.”

I was thinking, some women carry mace or pepper spray, which they plan on spraying someone with so that they can then run away to safety.  Or, some women carry a handgun in their purse so that they can draw it out to warn someone to not come any closer, or they’ll shoot.  But this woman, she was planning if a guy grabbed hold of her, she would have the opportunity to get her knife from her sock, and then start cutting and stabbing the guy to death.

In other words, given other options, if attacked by a man who was bigger and stronger, she would rather use her knife.  Military, Law Enforcement, criminal investigators, and psychiatrists, they will tell you that using a knife on someone is a very emotionally/psychologically hard thing to do, unless the person is under extreme duress with adrenaline, or the person’s nature has become accustomed to killing.

How Much Work It Is To Be A Professional Dancer

There are many reasons why I wanted to share this video that shows how much work it is to be a professional dancer.

I am sorry that I am living in Dickinson, North Dakota.  One of the bad things about Dickinson, is that the women here don’t have discipline, a good work ethic, self-awareness, an understanding of their body, poise, grace, forbearance (patient self-control), and an appreciation for beauty.  For young women, dance classes can teach all of these things.

If dance classes are done correctly, all of the students must show up on time.  They must dress uniformly in almost identical leotards.  They must shut up, keep quiet, and listen to instruction.  There is warm-up and stretching, followed by exercises, which are difficult and must be performed accurately to the standard.

The showing up on time, keeping quiet, and performing difficult exercises accurately, this requires and teaches discipline.  The warm-up, stretching, and difficult exercises, this gives women self-awareness and an understanding of their body.

From the instructor pointing it out to them, the students seeing themselves in the mirror, and seeing other women perform the exercises accurately, women can come to understand the difference between hanging their head down and keeping their head erect;  controlling their arms or letting their arms flap aimlessly; letting their belly sag or having a tight stomach; stomping around flat-footed or stepping lightly;  being off-balance or being centered.

Most young women who take dance classes begin to understand the difference between trying hard and not trying, paying attention and not paying attention, learning something and not learning it, looking poised or looking like a pig, moving gracefully or moving like a cow.  Most young women seek to improve and do better.

Often young women find a whole new awareness of themselves, their bodies, what they are capable of, what they look like in comparison to others or the ideal figure, what they need to work on, what they would like to improve, and a purpose to work for completely apart from food, clothes, gossip, boys, fitting-in, and that purpose is themselves and improving themselves.

In this video, this young professional dancer shows her daily routine, where she wakes up at 6:30 a.m., goes to yoga class at 6:45 a.m., begins her dance classes and rehearsals at 9:30 a.m, finishes her dance classes and rehearsals at 5:00 p.m., then she begins getting into makeup for her nightly performance at 6:30 p.m.

Most of the women in Dickinson don’t even shower or get dressed in the morning, they just roll out of bed in their sweatpants, get in their Chevy or Pontiac with a cigarette hanging out of their mouth, waddle across the parking lot at their job with their arms flapping like whale flippers, and then scowl and sneer at people trying to look ugly, tossing their head and gnashing their teeth menacingly like a wild boar, because that is what they were taught.

The Hatred Of Women Being More Prevalent Than I Thought

A couple of days ago, I wrote a blog post titled “My Take On MGTOW, Men Going Their Own Way”.  Fortunately, I remember what it was like living in Idaho, where I had women friends, some nice girlfriends, and some prospective girlfriends.  These women were nice, fun, funny, reasonable, and helpful.  I am not claiming that all women are worthless.

I wrote that working and living in western North Dakota, the MGTOW way of life has been forced upon me.  Because there is a shortage of women in western North Dakota, and a scarcity of attractive women, the women who are here do not care about their appearance, and they are mean, hostile, unfriendly, glaring, scowling, and sneering.  I suppose that the women here act this way, because they think that they can get away with it.

I want to share a video today, that shows a type of video that is becoming very, very common, where men all over the World are finally coming to the point where they want to honestly and blatantly tell women once and for all:  That men are done supporting women, that men are done giving their money away to women, that women can begin doing everything for themselves, that women can expect no more free help from men, the only thing that men ever wanted from women anyway was sex, but the cost of the problems of women is just too high and not worth it.

I Can’t Believe Women Are Like This In Dickinson, North Dakota, I Couldn’t Even Make This Up

I was looking up something on the internet, when I stumbled upon a divorce case from the Dickinson, North Dakota area that made it to the Supreme Court of North Dakota.  I was reading the statement of fact summary from this case, and I couldn’t believe it, I could not have made this up, it was so horrible.  I want to tell about this case, but I don’t want to use the people’s names.  Even without using these people’s names, some older local people will know who these people are.

In 2009, a local man from the Dickinson area, decided to get married for the third time, at the age of approximately 51.  The woman he wanted to marry was approximately 48 years old, and this would be her fourth marriage.

The man was from a farming and ranching family.  It was not stated outright that he had inherited land.  It was stated that from about 1976 through 1996 he had worked on oil drill rigs to make money to help support his farming operation.  At the time of his 2009 marriage, he owned approximately 4,000 acres of land.

On the 4,000 acres of land, he raised cattle. He also allowed rock scoria mining to be performed on the land which provided additional money.  The determination of assets, liabilities, and income was straightforward, but lengthy.  At the time of marriage, the land was valued at over $3 million, but there were almost $1 million in loans against the land, farm equipment, and cattle.  One recent year of gross income from farming and ranching operations was approximately $250,000, but all the operating expenses totaled $500,000 that year.

The wife at the time of marriage, was employed at a fairly high level local government job that paid $60,000 per year.  Her assets were $100,000 in a government retirement account, and a six year old automobile.

The farmer had adult children from a previous marriage, and the woman had adult children from a previous marriage.  The farmer said that he had discussed with the woman, having a prenuptial agreement in their discussions about getting married.  When he asked her to sign a prenuptial agreement, she tried to commit suicide by taking an overdose of pills.  It was documented fact that he found her nearly dead in a cemetery and he barely got her to St. Josephs Hospital in Dickinson in time to save her life.  She was hospitalized for several days.

The farmer felt so bad about it, he didn’t ask her again to sign a prenuptial agreement, and he went ahead and married her.  Shortly after getting married, the woman quit her job because she said that is was too stressful.  He did not ask her to get a job.  He had a cleaning woman that he paid to clean the house, but his wife let her go.  His wife chose to take care of the house work.  He added his wife to his checking account, and all of their bills, all of her bills, and whatever she wanted or needed was taken out of his checking account.

During their almost four year marriage, there were periods when his wife would frequently get drunk at home, and leave to continue to go drink elsewhere, hitting things with her vehicle, and being found later drunk in her vehicle.  She attempted to commit suicide approximately three more times.  One of these times, a group of hunters found her passed out laying face down in a puddle in the woods out in the middle of nowhere.  Each of these attempted suicides required several days of hospitalization, observation, and psychiatric evaluation.  The farmer would sometimes have to follow her footprints at night through the snow across the farm to find out what happened to her, only to find that she had doubled back and was hiding in the house in a closet.

The farmer was called to bars to come get his wife because she was overly intoxicated, too drunk to drive, and kissing other men.  When he would come to get her, she would walk away, not go with him, and go someplace else to buy more alcohol.

The last straw was when his wife had been yelling and cursing at him all day and all night, and slamming doors in the house as hard as she could more than a hundred times during the night.  They separated.

In all the discovery of fact in this court case, there was not one allegation of anything wrong ever having been done by the farmer.  He did not ask his wife to get a job, he did not ask her to help very much doing farm work, he had a house cleaner which his wife let go, he had paid farm workers to do the farm work.  The farmer paid for all of their bills and for all of her bills.  The farmer had to take her at least four times to the hospital after she tried to commit suicide.  He tried to deal with his wife getting drunk at home, leaving home to drink more, and then having to go and try to find her and bring her home.  He finally had enough when she went on a tirade against him all day and all night.

Of course, of course, she wanted half of everything he had in the divorce.  She came into the marriage with a 2003 Honda, he paid for everything during their marriage, why shouldn’t she be entitled to 2,000 acres of land and his truck after almost four years of marriage?

The lower court and the Supreme Court of North Dakota did not see things the same way as the wife.  The courts cited many legal precedents and legal considerations in determining the division of marital assets: what assets each person brought into the marriage, what income each person earned prior to marriage and during the marriage, what each person contributed to the marital assets during marriage, what income earning potential each person had after the marriage.

The courts determined that the wife was entitled to approximately $161,000, minus approximately $28,000 for expenses.  The court determined that based on her previous employment, and the recent employment that she had undertaken, she should be able to support herself.