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I Understand More Now The Hostility And Why People Are Not Wanted In Dickinson North Dakota

Because I have written about many different subjects which caused readers to find my website for different reasons, some new followers of my blog post articles may not know why I am writing about Dickinson, North Dakota.

I had lived in Florida, Virginia, Colorado, Texas, Utah, Arizona, and Idaho before I travelled to North Dakota when I was in my early 40s to work here during the 2007-2015 oil boom. For people who were not here, they may have no idea what this oil boom was like.

Prior to 2007, the two largest towns in western North Dakota, Dickinson and Williston, each had a population of about 15,000 people. By 2011 both Dickinson and Williston had each added about 10,000 male workers from out-of-state. Rent and housing prices doubled, then quadrupled. Housing was at over 100% capacity, people were paying rent to sleep in tents in people’s backyards.

I had never been around people who were so hostile, unfriendly, uncooperative, not helpful, nasty, un-Christian and usurious as the local people in Dickinson, North Dakota, especially the women. Initially, and continuing for years afterward I have tried to understand why the people in Dickinson were like this.

Some of my early understanding of the people in Dickinson was valid: The local people in Dickinson were descendants of German and Ukrainian immigrant homesteaders who were historically not friendly people; These Catholic immigrants had been indoctrinated by the Catholic Church principles such as the supremacy of the Pope, the importance of Mass and Communion, but not Christian principles such as treating other people with kindness; Due to the very harsh and barren conditions in North Dakota, charity and hospitality was something that the local people could historically not afford to offer.

I probably need to explain to readers who have never been to North Dakota, that the landscape is primarily empty grassland prairie with very few trees, or badlands filled with almost barren sandstone hills. The immigrant homesteaders who arrived in the 1890s and early 1900s had to build their small houses out of stacked grass sod, and burn dried buffalo dung for heating and cooking. Survival was so difficult, food and supplies were so short, that the practice of charity and hospitality was not possible, and not passed down to this day.

Very soon after arriving in Dickinson in 2011, I realized that there were very few attractive women here. During the next several years I began to understand that attractive women had not made the trip to western North Dakota during the homesteading immigration years of the 1890s through early 1900s. Attractive women were able to escape this fate by employing their charms either back in Germany and Ukraine, at the port of entry cities on the east coast, or somewhere else along the way like Minnesota prior to reaching North Dakota.

Still to this day, attractive women will not come to western North Dakota. If an attractive female is born in western North Dakota, they leave this area after high school, because larger cities are more appealing to them and offer them much more opportunities for higher education, employment, dating, socializing, entertainment, and shopping.

After living in Dickinson for more than several years, I began to realize that its makeup was about 10% white-collar, 30% blue-collar, 40% semi-skilled labor, and 20% naer-do-wells. About 25% of the people in Dickinson have had a history of Meth use, and about 25% of the people in Dickinson have been arrested before. With more than half of its population below the blue-collar level, the Police in Dickinson treat everyone within Dickinson like inmates in a prison work camp, subject to being stopped and questioned at any time.

During the oil boom when out-of-state workers were lured here by false claims that everyone was making $100K per year in the oil field, most of these individuals did not stay for more than a year because it was so difficult and unpleasant living here. Housing was very difficult to obtain and it was very expensive, the climate was extremely cold and windy, the local people were unfriendly and hostile, co-workers were uncooperative and undermining, there were no attractive women, there was nothing to do except go drink in a bar, and the Police circled the bars and restaurants waiting for people to leave in order to give them a DUI.

When the oil boom ended in 2015 due to the price of U.S. oil dropping below $60 per barrel, most of the out-of-state workers left western North Dakota. I thought that North Dakotans were very stupid for blowing the chance to have permanent long-term growth and a larger improved economy. Why would you treat people so shitty, that no one would want to live here? If North Dakotans hadn’t tried to rip these people off so bad with quadrupled housing prices, many of these people would have tried to become permanent residents.

In 2018 I began seeing in the news, more and more articles about people leaving California in large numbers in order to relocate to places like Arizona, Texas, Utah, Idaho, and Montana. The people in California were trying to get away from severe traffic congestion and long commutes to work, high housing prices, high property taxes, high state income taxes, crime, drugs, a large homeless population, excessive government over-regulation, and an abandonment of traditional Christian family values. I don’t blame anyone for wanting to leave California, it’s turning into a disaster.

In 2019 I was a little surprised to see more and more articles about the quickly rising housing prices and housing shortage in Boise, Idaho due to Californians moving in. At first, Californians were paying cash for the asking price of houses for sale in Boise, but by 2020 Californians were in bidding wars with each other, making competing offers above the asking price for houses in Boise. Local people in Boise could not afford to buy a house anymore, they were outbid by Californians.

Boise is not a spectacular city, the things that it offered were low crime, low cost of living, no serious traffic congestion, no pollution, and normalcy with traditional Christian family values and civility in the people who lived there.

I thought to myself, if only the people in Dickinson had not tried to rip-off the out-of-state workers so bad, been so hostile and unfriendly, arrested them for DUI, practically tried to run them out of town, Dickinson could have had growth like Boise and Bozeman. What a shame.

A couple of months ago I had to return to my home in Idaho after having been gone for a year and a half. The reason why I had to leave Idaho in the first place was because there had been a slow-down in the economy in Idaho following the 2008 housing-crises/mortgage-default nationwide downturn cycle. The economy in the small town where I lived and the larger town close by offered few employment opportunities and very low wages, but the quality of life was very good. It was peaceful, laid-back, with low crime, and simple outdoor activities and recreation.

When I was travelling on the interstate highway to get home in March, there was very little traffic in Idaho, the least amount of traffic that I had ever seen. However, when I entered the rural county where I lived in mid-morning, this was the most traffic that I had ever seen on this rural county highway. There was new development everywhere, I was shocked.

When I got to my house, I saw that the 80-acre farm field directly across the street from me had been developed into 1/2-acre lots with large $500K houses. In this small town, there were hardly any people who could afford houses like this, these houses were for Californians.

For the next several days, when I drove into town to handle business at the county office complex, get things at the hardware store, buy groceries, pick up take-out food, I noticed that everyone was in a hurry, pushy, aggressive, driving fast, equal to how people in Phoenix and Salt Lake City behave where there are over a million people, but this town has less than 5,000 people.

I could read the writing on the wall, this rural small town was changing, it didn’t take much, just a hundred Californians moving in. The area where my house was situated in the county, my neighbors to the west, north, and east had lived on their 5-acre or larger properties for twenty years or more. These were rednecks who were truck drivers, heavy equipment operators, building contractors, and mechanics. In my yard and in their yards were work trucks, hobby cars, equipment, travel trailers, truck campers, even horses, cows, and drag-line cranes. How long would it be before the $500K house Californians to the south of us began complaining to the county that we needed to get rid of everything on our property?

I began to feel that it was pointless for me to plan on returning to my home in Idaho to live, it was quickly changing into something that I never wanted it to be, or expected to happen in my lifetime. Even as fucked up and unpleasant as western North Dakota is, I felt that at least there isn’t any traffic, development, or change happening.

It began to dawn on me, that even though I hardly ever gave North Dakotans any credit for being intelligent, I mostly saw them as backward, ignorant, uneducated, short-sighted, and not seeing the big-picture, maybe North Dakotans had the right idea to treat people like shit and try to run them off.

About five months ago, there was a local man named Schmidt in his 90s who left a couple of mean nasty comments explaining to me that many North Dakotans did not want out-of-state people here, that they were going to mess things up, and that in the long-term the local economy could not sustain very many new people here due to the nature of it being primarily rural and agricultural. That the oil boom brought people here, who could not do well here after the oil boom went away.

I will acknowledge now, that even though people in western North Dakota are not very educated, and they didn’t explain themselves very well, somehow they knew that they had to try to discourage the out-of-state workers from thinking that they were going to move here permanently, because once the oil boom went away and there were too many people living here, it would be impossible for all of these people to survive in a simple small-town rural agricultural economy.

The other thing, that the not very educated, not very articulate North Dakotans didn’t explain very well, but knew, is that they didn’t want their way of life to change. By being mean, usurious, unfriendly, hostile, unhospitable, uncooperative, not helpful, and having ugly women, they kept people from staying here or wanting to come here. No new development here, don’t come here.

I used to write that by me pointing out what was wrong with Dickinson, by writing the truth about Dickinson, that if I could get people to see this, that this would be a step towards change for the better. I have begun to accept the reality that I do not like people, I don’t want to be around people, the fewer people that I have to deal with the better. By the people in Dickinson being so mean, hostile, and unfriendly etcetera, this has caused people to leave this area and not want to come to this area. Previously I thought that this was a mistake, but now I don’t think so anymore.

I Was Looking Forward To Videoing My Motorcycle Rides Through Rural North Dakota But Now I’m Not Going To

I have been living in rural western North Dakota for over nine years. I have spent a great deal of time trying to analyze, study, and learn about western North Dakota in order to understand why it is the way that it is. Writing about North Dakota and trying to explain it clearly to other people, has caused me to search more thoroughly into its history, culture, politics, people, and businesses.

I don’t really like North Dakotans. They are very different from the southern rednecks that I grew up with in small town Florida. In the small town that I grew up in, my enemies were more friendly, cooperative, and likable than most of the people in Dickinson, North Dakota.

But in order to understand the reason for this, you would have to know that the ancestors of the people in Dickinson were Land-Grant Homesteaders, poor Catholic immigrants from Germany and Ukraine. They were hard-headed and stubborn people who came from very harsh cold conditions growing wheat on windy barren grasslands, to the same thing here, with probably even fewer trees and fewer resources.

The German and Ukrainian settlers who came to western North Dakota had to build very small 10’x12′ houses constructed out of stacked grass sod because there were hardly any trees. They burned dried buffalo dung for heating and cooking. It was a very hard and difficult life. In the winter during blizzards, it was not unusual for people, especially children to become lost and die after attempting to use the out-house.

The very hard life of the ancestors of the people in Dickinson is one of the reasons why the people here have a culture that is not very friendly or hospitable. Another reason why the people here are not friendly and cooperative, is because they have a memory of feeling used, taken advantage of, and being discarded after the 1950s oil boom, the late 1970s oil boom, and the most recent oil boom 2007-2015.

One of the few things that I enjoy about western North Dakota, is its barrenness. In a way, it’s kind of like being on the ocean. The grasslands roll up and down like waves, stretching to the horizon. Over the past nine years of living here, with very long drives of an hour or more to get to my work locations, it has dawned on me that I prefer this barrenness to anything else.

Probably due to my increasing old age, bad health, and irritability I can’t see myself ever being able to cope with civilization again. When I returned to my home in rural eastern Idaho a little over a month ago, I was shocked to see that the 80-acre farm field across the street from my house had recently been developed into large new $400,000 houses on 1/2-acre lots for California buyers. This was happening all across this rural, agricultural county in Idaho.

When I went into the county services building to handle the business that I had returned to Idaho for, the attitude of the administrators had changed to where they were acting more like California people, instead of small-town people like it used to be. When I telephoned one of the older, established, wealthy business people in town to ask him what had happened, he laughed and laughed, and said that he agreed with my disgust, he and his wife were moving soon after having lived here for most of their lives. Look on the bright side he said, at least we can get a good price for our houses.

I couldn’t believe it, as much as I hate North Dakota, I don’t know where else I could live now, even rural eastern Idaho is being overrun by the Californians. I can only handle miles and miles of vacant land, with only an occasional passing vehicle, more people than this is uncomfortable for me now.

I was looking forward to riding my motorcycle through rural, vacant North Dakota this Spring and Summer, stopping at the abandoned towns that used to exist in western North Dakota. You can find these towns by spotting old churches, school houses, and grain elevators in the distance as you drive on highways, or you can look them up on the internet.

I had already begun researching, visiting, and writing about some of these towns, but I had not begun photographing them or videoing them until this past weekend. This past weekend I had also ridden around trying to find access roads that would allow me to ride up to the top of some local buttes, but I was unsuccessful.

DeSart

I began this blog post article by explaining that western North Dakotans are unfriendly, and I gave some reasons for this. Just about every farm field that I rode beside was posted “No Trespassing”, as was every access way to get to the top of the local buttes. The reasons for this, are that the farmers are tired of people tearing up their property, leaving ruts, leaving garbage, getting stuck and needing to be pulled out, and having legal liability if someone gets hurt. Plus they are tired of people hunting on their land without permission.

The point of me videoing the miles and miles of vacant grassland prairie, the abandoned towns, and the views from the buttes, was to show people elsewhere how peaceful it was, how undeveloped the land was. I was going to video this as an adventure motorcycle ride, probably using a Go-Pro helmet mounted camera.

I started to consider that I would possibly be giving people from elsewhere the wrong idea, that what I was showing was “open range”, that a person could drive or ride anywhere in any direction. This is definitely not the case, every foot of every pasture, even the buttes themselves are owned by someone. I could try and try to warn readers and viewers that you can’t just ride up the side of a butte or set up camp on top of a butte, that this is all private property, but they would probably do it anyway thinking that they wouldn’t get caught.

And then I began to realize, what if a wealthy real estate developer from California or New York sees one of my videos taken in the Spring or Summer, where everything looks vacant, green, and easy? They could get the impression that there is so much acreage that it must be cheap, easy to obtain, not difficult to develop, sub-divide, and sell off as hundreds of 1/4-acre home lots for $20K.

With my very recent experience of feeling like I’m being driven out of my home in eastern Idaho by the Californians, and the only place that I know where there isn’t a lot of people is here, why would I risk ruining my local area of western North Dakota by making adventure videos for people around the World to see?

Finally, I realized something that I never had before, something that North Dakotans themselves were not able to verbalize or explain clearly: They are not friendly, hospitable, or cooperative because they do not want people here, they do not want people here because it will ruin everything. More people and development would forever ruin the way of life here, there would be no way of undoing it or ever getting it back once it’s gone.

The Wonder Of Western North Dakota

I want to write about one of my impressions of western North Dakota, which I will describe as wonder. I do not want to romanticize western North Dakota, or give anyone the idea that it is quaint, picturesque, amazing, incredible, or awe inspiring. To me, it is frightening and tragic.

A few days ago, a person who read my blog post article about UFOs being seen in the New England area of North Dakota in the 1970s, to such an extent that the Air Force came to town, told the witnesses to shut up about it, and set up a base outside of town, this reader left a comment saying that this Air Force station was in “Havelock”.

I looked up Havelock, and to my surprise, this place was just a few miles southeast of New England, I had never heard of it before. Here is some information from Wikipedia:

In April 1907, the first Moravian settlers arrived to this area in the vicinity of New England, North Dakota. They were visited by Moravian Bishop Karl A. Müller for the first time in the summer of 1908, and four years later, on October 17, 1912, a congregation was organized.  At this time, there were only 12 communicants and 2 children living in the community. This congregation operated and constituted the bulk of the small community’s membership until September 4, 1921.  A post office called Havelock was established in 1910, and remained in operation until 1948.

I have lived in this area of North Dakota for the past eight or nine years, and I had never heard of Havelock.  Looking this up on Google Earth maps and satellite view, there is no longer any town or any buildings in Havelock, just a few farms.  Census data gave the town’s population in 2018 as 20 people.

The settlers in Havelock were from Moravia.  I had only ever heard of Moravia three or four times in my life, I had to look it up.  Moravia is a historical region in the east of the Czech Republic and one of three historical Czech lands, with Bohemia and Czech Silesia.  Moravia was a part of Austria-Hungary from 1867 to 1918.

Prior to moving to Dickinson, North Dakota in 2011, I had very seldom heard of Bohemia either, but a few miles north of Dickinson, there was a group of Bohemian immigrants that had settled “New Hradec” in 1887.

One of my older friends in Dickinson had grown up in New Hradec and had gone to elementary school there, and he told me about the school children being scolded for continuing to speak Bohemian, and that some of their parents did not speak English.  When looking up U.S. Census data for New Hradec, it was noted that “the U.S. Census was never conducted in New Hradec”, what???  There were as many as several hundred people living in New Hradec from 1900-1960, which is a normal sized North Dakota town.

Getting back to the subject of the town of Havelock, settled by Moravians, not Bohemians like New Hradec where they continued to speak Bohemian and were avoided by the U.S. Census, the town of Havelock published a newspaper titled, “The American German”, with some columns written in German.  This newspaper was in publication from 1915-1918.  Jeez, that was during WWI with Germany.

Havelock and New Hradec sound pretty mysterious, don’t they?  What happened to them?  To put this into perspective, the more successful neighboring towns are Lefor population 80, Regent population 130, and New England population 600.

To some readers, the tone of this blog post article may seem that I am making fun of the towns of Havelock, New Hradec, Lefor, Regent, and New England, but I am not.  I have a sense of wonder about all of this, but not in a fairy-tale way, but in a frightening and tragic way.

I didn’t say this yet, but the town of New Hradec was the only documented immigration of Bohemians from the Crimea to have settled in America.  And, the town of Lefor has the highest percentage of residents of Hungarian origin of any zip code in the United States.  (Remember, Moravia and Bohemia were part of Austria-Hungary.)

What is even more telling, is that there are many more towns in this area that no longer exist, towns that I had never heard of before, towns that once had a church, school, post office, and stores.  Sometimes the only thing that still remains, is the town cemetery.

Here are some examples:

Town of DeSart southwest of New England:  Ora and Anna DeSart homesteaded in the area in 1905. They had nine children.  The DeSarts had come from Iowa.  Ora DeSart established a Post Office  in 1906.  About 75 people lived in DeSart at its peak in 1920.  The town had a store, bank, and dance hall.  By 1960, only six people lived in DeSart.  What remains of DeSart today is its cemetery.

Town of Daglum northwest of New England:  Settled in 1900 and named for John Daglum, who erected the first store in which he established the Post Office in 1906. Many of the Daglum settlers were Norwegians, who had first settled in Beresford, South Dakota, before coming here.  Daglum had its own school from 1907 to 1961, when it became part of the New England School District.  What remains of Daglum today is its Lutheran Church and its cemetery.

Town of Bessie near Amidon:  Can’t find hardly any information other than it existed.

Town of Chenoweth near Amidon:  Can’t find any information other than a newspaper was published in Chenoweth from 1910-1924, called “Slope County News”.

Whetstone Township north of Reeder:  I found the Whetsone Butte Cemetery while driving.  The only information I could find was, “Whetstone Butte Cemetery is located in Whetstone Township, section 27. No church was built here, people met for church services in the school house, one mile to the north.”  I did find the large old school house, it is still there.

Pierce, unincorporated southeast of Amidon:  Pierce is an unincorporated community in Slope County.  Pierce is 15 miles southeast of Amidon. The community was initially named Reno after Marcus Reno a Civil War officer, but was later renamed for local residents, the Pierce brothers.  The only thing there now is a church. 

So what happened to everyone, where did everyone go?  Why don’t these towns exist anymore?  These immigrants came from Moravia, Bohemia, and Scandinavia to settle here and farm, did they fail, did they die?

In 1785 Congress passed a law called the Land Ordinance, and later in 1787 this law was added to by the Northwest Ordinance, which among other things, required that new U.S. territories be surveyed and divided into townships that were six miles square.  Each township was to be divided into 36 sections, each one mile square.  One mile square is equal to 640 acres.

The Homestead Act of 1862 granted parcels of land to homesteaders that were 160 acres in size, which is one quarter of a 640 acre section.  What this means if you can picture this in your mind, or look at a Google Earth satellite map, is all of those one mile square sections of land that you see, each homesteader family was granted a corner piece, 1/4 of that one mile square piece of land.

Theoretically, if a township consists of 36 sections, and each section could have four homesteader families on it, you could have 144 homesteader families in a township.  These homesteader families typically had about five persons, so that’s a population of 720 people.  The North Dakota townships didn’t get completely filled with homesteaders, but a peak population of 300 people in the early 1900s was not uncommon.

The homesteader families having large numbers of children,  a school being built, a church being built, a Post Office being established, a general store being opened, all were catalysts for early growth of these townships.  Just talk or plans for a railroad line to be built near town would cause the town to grow.

Some of these towns reached their peak population in the first half of the 1900s.  When WWI broke out in 1914, and the Selective Service Act of 1917 conscripted adult males to go fight in Europe, many of these farmers or sons of farmers were killed and never returned to their North Dakota homesteads.

When WWI ended in 1919, ten years later came the Great Depression.  Even in remote North Dakota, community Banks failed, Bank depositors lost all of their money, farms went into foreclosure and farmers were kicked off their property, community general stores went out of business because people didn’t pay their bills that were owed or have money to buy anything.  Crop prices dropped.  Just about every North Dakota small town had people leave during the Great Depression and their populations dropped.

When the U.S. got into WWII in the early 1940s, all males between the ages of 18-45 were subject to compulsory military service.  The War took North Dakota farmers to their death in Africa, Europe, the Far East, and the South Pacific.  After WWII, most of the small North Dakota towns saw a steady decrease in population.

Due to modernization in the U.S. leading up to and following WWII, the attitudes, values, beliefs, outlook, and habits of American people changed.  As shown and advertised on television, radio, movies, newspapers, and magazines, “advances” in science, technology, farming, and industry made hard physical labor “a thing of the past”.  Americans could now enjoy a life of ease with many modern conveniences, where machines did all of the work.

If you think about it, in 1900 before the automobile, towns like New Hradec, New England, Lefor, Regent, Havelock, DeSart, children walked or rode horse wagons to their local school, parents worked on their own farm, families walked or rode horse wagons to the local Bank or local store, and on Sunday everyone went to the local Church.  You couldn’t just get up and go to Dickinson for something, a horse wagon ride would take at least a couple of hours one-way.

When automobiles became more widely available to North Dakotans in the 1920s, families could travel to larger towns like Dickinson to do their banking, shopping, seek medical treatment, personal services, dining, and entertainment.  The small North Dakota towns didn’t have to be completely self-reliant anymore, for better or for worse.

With the larger, more capable, more powerful, more efficient farm equipment that came into use after WWII, North Dakota farm families did not need to have as many children to perform farm labor, or require adult children to remain on the farm in order to accomplish all of the work.  North Dakota farm families shrank in size as they had fewer children, and allowed adult children to move away to pursue an easier and more comfortable lifestyle.

In order for readers to get a very good picture of what life was like in these small western North Dakota towns, I would have liked to have included some newspaper articles from the newspaper “Slope County News” dated 1911-1915, but the woman who retrieved them from micro-film archives and transcribed them, says that they can not be copied.

By clicking on the following link, you can read very interesting news stories of events, marriages, births, accidents, fights, and bizarre deaths in New England, DeSart, Amidon, Chenoweth, Bessie, and Bowman 1911-1915:  http://files.usgwarchives.net/nd/slope/newspapr/slconews/1911-15c.txt

Why Third World Women Are More Feminine

When I was growing up in a small east coast town in Florida in the 1970s and 1980s, I took attractive women for granted.  Because of the year-round warm, laid-back, fun beach environment, beautiful charismatic women who could have lived anywhere, chose this area to settle-down, date, marry, and start a family.  I went to elementary school and high school with the daughters of these beautiful, agreeable women.

What spoiled me even further, was when I graduated from high school, I received an academic scholarship to attend a very expensive small private college in Virginia.  55% of the students were female, and most of them came from wealthy families in the northeast.  These young women were very healthy, attractive, well-mannered, nicely dressed, well-groomed, polite, and friendly.

My God, what a contrast from back then and there, to where I am now, living in the gulag of Siberia.  The women here have been bred for bitter-cold, freezing-wind, and hard labor.  Their short stature, cankle-calves, no-neck, ham-fists, built for pulling wagons, slogging through the mud clenching ropes in their teeth.  Staring, glaring, leering, and sneering, snarling, “We didn’t ask you to come here!”

I have tried to explain the difference between women here in western North Dakota compared to women elsewhere.  I have gotten the impression that 30% of readers don’t believe me, and 30% of readers don’t care, leaving about 40% of readers who take some interest, as if there is something to be learned about women.

From time-to-time I have shared some explanation of women provided by other people.  A couple of days ago, I saw a YouTube video made by a creator who calls himself “Coach Red Pill”.  After watching the video which I share below, and several more of his videos, I find this person to be slightly irritating because his repetition of his points does not always provide as much clarity as it does tedium.  However, in this video he does have some very good insight:

I found it to be true, that women who realize that they need men for their survival, make a conscious and considerable effort to be attractive and agreeable.  Also, women who realize that in order to enjoy an affluent lifestyle they will need the resources of men, they too make a great deal of effort to be attractive and agreeable.

On the other hand, women who do not expect to need the resources of men, because either their husband, ex-husband, or the government will continue to provide for them, they let their appearance go, become sloven, and disagreeable.

Honda West In Dickinson North Dakota Would Not Sell Me A Motorcycle

In the Spring of 2020, my health was very bad, I was having more and more heart problems. When I was younger, for two years I had worked as a caregiver for terminally-ill people. I was familiar with diseases such as COPD, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, it’s effects, and how it progresses. I was having heart pain, irregular heartbeat, heart palpitations, and occasionally difficulty breathing, and all of these things were getting worse.

I spoke to my father about this in the Fall of 2019, because I thought that I would probably die before too much longer, and that my father would have to deal with my home back in Idaho, and my other property. I didn’t know it, because my father denied to me that he had any health problems, but he had COPD, and unexpectedly to me, he died in April of 2020.

My father left half of what he had to me, and half to my sister. I was so sick of living in a low-rent apartment in a high-crime area of downtown Dickinson, that the first thing I did was buy a small house with a big yard, in order to not have to deal with crime, drug addicts, and theft like I had been, because it was all around me where I was living.

The second thing that I wanted to do, was buy a nice, new, reliable Enduro motorcycle, the kind that you can ride both on-road and off-road. I owned a 1976 Yamaha 125cc Enduro, and a 1975 Kawasaki 125cc Enduro, but they were always not starting, not running, and quitting when I was far from home.

Because of my bad health that had been getting steadily worse over the past year and a half, I wanted to buy a nice, new, reliable motorcycle while I could still ride one. I went to the Honda West motorcycle dealership in Dickinson in May/June of 2020. They sold both new Honda and new Kawasaki Enduros.

I liked Kawasakis, and I was interested in the Kawasaki KLX 230 in the Honda West showroom, it was about $4,800. I looked at this motorcycle, waited, looked at all of their other motorcycles, waited, and I could not get any salesperson to help me. So I left.

I went home and looked up the Kawasaki KLX 230 on the internet, and I saw that its top speed was only 77 mph, which means you would not be able to ride it safely on Hwy 22, Hwy 85, or the Interstate because you could not get out of the way of cars and trucks.

I looked up the Kawasaki KLX 250 on the internet, which they also had in the showroom of Honda West, and it had a top speed of 85 mph, which I thought was good enough. This motorcycle costs about $5,400. I went back to Honda West the following day to buy this Kawasaki KLX 250, I waited for a salesperson, I walked around and looked at all of the other motorcycles, waited some more, but I still could not get a salesperson in order to buy this motorcycle.

I went home, and I wasn’t really all that happy about this KLX 250 only being able to go 85 mph, it would be difficult to ride it very far on the Interstate. I was just wanting to ride on rural dirt roads in North Dakota, did I really need an Enduro, maybe I should get a street bike?

After some more thought and research, I decided that I wanted to buy both the Kawasaki KLX 250 Enduro, and the Kawasaki 400 Ninja Sport Bike that they had in the Honda West showroom in Dickinson, which would total about $11,000. I went back to Honda West for the third time that week, in order to buy these two motorcycles. It was the same thing, wait, wait, wait, and no salesperson to sell me these two motorcycles.

Finally I went looking for a store manager or store owner. There was a dark-haired man about 50-60 years of age in the parts department area, who said that he was one of the owners of this store. I told him that this was the third time that I had been to his dealership to buy a motorcycle, I now want to buy both the KLX 250 and the 400 Ninja, but I can’t get a salesperson in order to buy these two motorcycles. The dealership “owner” said, I can’t help you.

This was the most fucked-up dealership experience that I had ever had in my entire life. All I wanted to do was pay for these two Kawasakis and they couldn’t help me. I tried to understand why they wouldn’t help me, and didn’t care, and I thought that it was probably because of the oil boom.

From what I could tell, it wasn’t the oil field workers so much that were buying motorcycles, it was the land owners and farmers who were receiving oil revenue money that were buying four-wheelers and side-by-sides for $20,000 that was making them not care about selling me anything. I thought, just as well, I wonder what it would be like trying to get my two new motorcycles dealer-prepped and serviced here? It would probably take forever.

This winter, due to the Corona virus adversely affecting the economy, people not having money to buy things, and people needing to sell things, I began to see some very good deals for motorcycles on Facebook Marketplace and elsewhere on the internet. I was able to buy a very good-condition BMW R1100R street bike, and an almost new BMW G310GS Dual-Sport bike, both from very nice older people.

The Chamber Of Commerce, Real Estate Agents, And Employers Are Not Telling The Truth About Dickinson North Dakota

For a little over six years I have been writing about Dickinson, North Dakota and trying to explain it. In many ways, Dickinson is not normal, and not like other places.

Perhaps the main reason why Dickinson is different from other places, and not normal, is that the local people here truly do not like and do not want people from out-of-state moving here.

I will explain it like this. I grew up south of Daytona Beach in the 1970s-1980s when this city’s population was about 50,000 people. The biggest part of Daytona’s economy was tourism, entertainment, and real estate development.

Everyone in Daytona was accustomed to tourists from across the U.S. and around the World, visiting for such things as the beach, warm weather, NASCAR, and bike week. Many of these visitors decided to stay and try living in Daytona for a while. More than half of the people living in Daytona were not originally from Florida.

When I graduated from College and moved to Tampa, it was similar to Daytona in that half of the population was not from Florida, and a large part of the local economy was real estate development.

When I lived in Flagstaff and Phoenix in my mid-thirties, half the population of these cities was not from Arizona. Everyone was accustomed to meeting and interacting with people from all across the U.S. , and occasionally foreign countries.

Let me show you some of the census data for the growth of these cities:

  • Daytona     population 1980  50,000       population 2020   70,000
  • Tampa        population 1980   271,000     population 2020   400,000
  • Flagastaff   population 1980   35,000      population 2020   75,000
  • Phoenix      population 1980   790,000     population 2020   1,700,000

What I was trying to show with the above data, was the continued growth of these cities, that growth and real estate development was probably the main ingredient that fueled their economies.  Not only did growth happen, but it was welcomed, it brought prosperity.  What this small table of data above does not show, was the literal doubling and quadrupling of the populations on the outskirts of these towns, that is where the real growth occurred.

Getting back to the subject of Dickinson, that Dickinson is not like other places, that Dickinson is not normal, I have tried very hard to explain this, but I have not been able to convince everyone.  A few days ago, a lifelong North Dakotan submitted two comments to my blog website.  I looked this gentleman up, he is approximately 84 years of age.  Due to his age, disposition, and nature, he did not hold back with his thoughts and beliefs.

The two comments that I received from this elderly Dickinson man, are very important in letting out-of-state newcomers know where they stand and what to expect in Dickinson.  As you will see, the true feelings of many local people in Dickinson are not pro-growth, pro-development, and welcoming to newcomers:

“Why don’t you just end your blog. You are obviously not from Western North Dakota. Your blog comments are disturbing/unsettling to us locals. It is not your job to change ANYTHING around here. Way more than enough damage has already been done. It is time to get things back to where they were before all the influx of outsiders coming here to “make things better for us”. The state of our social and economic situation is far worse now thanks to outsiders like you. Take yourself and all the niggers you love back to your home town. We do not need to be diluted by you and your selected kind. GO AWAY!!!”

“This is in response to “Mr Name Withheld” (Dickinson58601.com), let’s call him Tex, and his rant concerning how ugly North Dakota girls are, how stupid North Dakotans are and how terrible the Catholic Church is.
Tex is correct in describing Western North Dakota as wind swept, cold, barren, unattractive, unyielding, hostile, etc. It is not a vacation destination. That is why the people are the way they are. It is a hard life and everything is EARNED and earned the hard way.
But goes on to say that he is going to remain in Dickinson after expressing his profound hatred of Western North Dakota and the locals.
Firstly the local females are not here to lay down for slime ball Texans/Niggers or fans of those types. They are ours as we are theirs. And if they do we shame them. Isn’t it enough that you have been offered a TEMPORARY job here to work until it is over and then you LEAVE! So we are being told by Tex we have to provide Tex with a bed mate as well. Bring your own while you are here sir.
Then Tex starts sharing his vast wisdom about the history of North Dakota’s oil booms. And how stupid we are for not accepting everyone that wants to come here and exploit us. True, the oil companies have been given free rein to be out of control by our state regulators only so the State can collect the measly taxes, while the Texans not only own the oil companies and reap the wealth but bring in their Texas workers to do the work for the most part. ALL the wealth is hauled back to Houston. This, agreed is a seriously monumental problem that NEEDS to be addressed soon. There was always a local group of us that worked the North Dakota oilfields from 1978 to 2005 and were treated status quo as per what we did. As things changed we were blatantly eliminated/discarded for reasons possibly implemented by our newly intelligent state regulators. Allowing this to continue is not very intelligent!! In fact it is stupidity. And then turn around and tout the ‘North Dakota SMART crap”. That is a serious complaint of ours!!! At this point we do not need outsiders here and yet they remain, there are plenty of area people to take care of the jobs available. We don’t need anymore “smart” Texans here, GO HOME TEXANS, don’t trip or get tangled up at the cattle guard-just keep moving back to where you came from or anywhere else. There is a reason people hate Texans. Texans think everyone loves them and are puzzled when they are not welcomed with open arms. Texans are fucking everywhere and are everywhere to exploit others!!!!
Tex also spends a lot of space complaining about how the drug/narcotic community in North Dakota is mistreated. You Tex are most likely are a drug criminal with all this wisdom and those complaints. Maybe that is why you say you will not leave, you are a drug felon and are not allowed to cross state lines.
Then Tex complains about how hostile North Dakotans are to outsiders and that is why the population doesn’t grow. Firstly when most of these outsiders arrived here they conducted themselves as if they had never been across the county line before. To them it was a free for all, riot, melee. Yes we live in a remote low populated area and intend to keep it that way. There is no spot here for hillbilly Texans.
To touch on Tex’s hate of the Catholic Church. It has been here since the beginning and yes the Germans, Ukrainians, Russians, etc. populate the parishes. What religion are you Tex? Are you a Baptist or some other mindless robotic Evangelical that is stupid enough to think that backing the Jew’s/Zionist’s evil will make you “chosen” and ensure entry into the promised land???
Before our final thoughts, just what were the Dickinson city leaders thinking when all these Blacks were allowed to infest the town? Were they looking for population growth no matter who came in? Did they think it would make Dickinson appear to be a progressive, modern looking town? It is obvious THEY have never experienced life beyond their county line other than a vacation or surfing the net. If so, they forgot to consider the big picture. Dickinson is where it is, Dickinson is what it is, Dickinson will continue to be what it has been. The only way to change it is to pay people to come here or set up a Siberia sort of prison to force people to come here. There is only so much that can be done with Dickinson. Dickinson City authorities must be keenly aware they are playing with fire in who they condone residency to. To “experiment” with this African bringing in thing WILL backfire. This whole scene is an embarrassment to locals and non locals alike. Almost all these blacks have a home somewhere where they came from. OK, now there have been black births in Dickinson. At that point these blacks are now natives of Dickinson. City leaders, do you realize just what you have now created in a small, poor place that is not capable of answering to or supporting the DEMANDS that will soon arise. Nice job Dickinson Dolts. That’s what happens when people are put in positions long before they are qualified to fill them. They govern on emotions and by what they absorb from television.
And finally no there is not oil laying in formation in every state Tex. You said every state has oil and North Dakota should not be so proud thinking they are unique. Again Tex you say a lot of off-the-wall things, we will give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you meant oil in Auto Zone or O’reily’s.
Overall Tex we stress that if you hate Dickinson as much as you convey. Move back to where you came from and take all the Texans/Southerners/Niggers with you. In fact why don’t you just go away period.
But in reality, with some of the things you say, we believe you are actually originally from the Dickinson area or very nearby. You just got in trouble and turned Texan on us.
As a note, Texans and Niggers come in all shapes, sizes, colors, etc. To be labeled a Texan/Nigger is not a compliment. It is a term that describes an undesirable quality, attitude and way of approaching non Texans. Texans are disliked everywhere, de facto HATED!!”

I think that this Dickinson resident who submitted these two comments above has the right to his opinion and to freely express his thoughts, feeling, and beliefs.  The local people in Dickinson might have been better off if they stated and published these common beliefs before, during, and after the North Dakota oil boom of 2007-2015.  By publish, I mean via newspaper, radio, television, internet, mayor, chief of police, city commissioners, county commissioners, everywhere.

The Chambers of Commerce, real estate agents, and employers should or could be honest with people from out-of-state, but they are not going to.  They are going to continue to try to lure people here with false information, which is just going to result in unhappiness for the newcomers and the local Dickinson residents.  Local Dickinson residents do not want growth and development.

I Realized That I CAN Afford A Mistress

Several years ago, I began to realize that the least costly relationship that you can have with a woman, is with a very expensive prostitute. Not even addressing the subject of marriage, if a man such as myself were to get a woman pregnant, a judge would probably order me to pay child support in the amount of $400-$800 per month for the next 18 years, costing me as much as $180,000.

If you look at the website http://www.escortofitaly.com/Milan/Gallery, these girls are all very beautiful, and they cost $250 per hour. Me personally, I would very much look forward to visiting one of these escorts once per week. Even if I spent $1,000 per month, it would be much less costly than getting a girl pregnant, and much less costly than getting married.

Something else that I have realized as I have gotten older, is that I don’t think that I could stand having a girlfriend or wife in my home for very long. Either out of wanting to be close, wanting to save money, or some other scheme, women want to move in together, I don’t.

Some examples of things that women would do in my home, that would irritate me greatly: Throwing out old clothes and old shoes that I planned on wearing while doing dirty work; replacing my furniture; dumping the cat litter box in the toilet so that the sewer becomes clogged; leaving the front door unlocked; killing the cat in the clothes dryer.

The fact that I don’t want any women living with me, that I would rather pay an escort, the Dickinson Police won’t allow any escorts, and the fact that I have a 2-bedroom apartment in Dickinson that I am not using, all coalesced in my mind to where I got the idea that I could have a mistress.

Prior to this revelation, I just assumed that there was no way that I could afford a mistress. I would have to pay for a place for her to live, give her money, possibly provide her with a vehicle. But I am already paying rent and utilities for an apartment that I don’t use, I already have extra vehicles. If I am willing to spend $1,000 per month on an escort, I don’t think I would have to pay any more than this to have a mistress, if I provided her a place to live, and a vehicle.

The two problems with my idea that I can see, is that this is Dickinson, and the Dickinson Police are always meddling with people trying to have sex.

The first problem, that this is Dickinson, is that there is a scarcity of attractive women. Possibly the only candidates would be girls recently graduated from high school, and Dickinson State University girls. Maybe I could post an ad on a DSU or West River Community Center bulletin board that went something like this:

“Seeking Arrangement:  Wanted single, attractive young lady, healthy, physically fit, non-smoker, not overweight.  Will be provided with 2-bedroom apartment, vehicle, and expense money.  Contact via email for details.”

With the current environment at DSU, I imagine that every chubby blue-haired women’s studies student would rip this advertisement down in such a frenzy it would wreck the bulletin board, long before any attractive young lady got to read it.  At the West River Community Center, the older, physically-fit housewives would probably read the ad, and maybe take it with them, because “just in case, you never know”, and give it to a friend/enemy of theirs to help/hurt them.

As for the Dickinson Police, I don’t know how I would counteract their plot to entrap me.  This is going to require much more thought and planning.

How People Are Illegally Denied A Firearm Purchase In Dickinson North Dakota

In my previous blog post article, I wrote about how the manager of a gun store in southwest North Dakota was illegally using gun buyers’ personal information from their NICS paperwork that was kept on file at this store.

Although firearm purchases were being handled by store employees, who had the gun buyer complete the NICS paperwork, and then called the NICS system while the customer was standing there, at a later point in time after the customer had left the store, the manager of the store got into the gun buyers’ files, and used their personal information to look them up on the internet.

Some readers are thinking, “So what, what difference does that make?”  To many gun buyers, they believe that the Second Amendment To The U.S. Constitution where it says “the right to keep and bear firearms shall not be infringed” means what it says.  People who buy guns from an FFL licensed gun store know that part of the law now is that the store must have the gun buyer complete the NICS paperwork, the store will call this information in to the NICS center, and will receive the response “Proceed”, “Delay”, or “Deny” the purchase.  Many gun buyers don’t like this, but this is the process now.

What is not part of the process, is other people at a gun store who are not involved in the gun sale and NICS personal information transmittal, to later go back through gun buyers’ files and look them up on the internet.  If you read my previous article, all gun store employees must complete and sign and FFL Form acknowledging that they can not use the NICS information for unauthorized use.

The reason why I wrote the previous article and am now writing this article, is because a friend of mine has been prevented from purchasing a firearm for the past 2-1/2 months because of the actions of this particular gun store manager in southwest North Dakota.

My friend who is in his early 50s, in March-April of 2020 he completed classroom instruction, written tests, shooting tests, paperwork, photo submittals, fingerprinting, and FBI background check in order to receive his North Dakota concealed weapons permit.

One advantage of obtaining a concealed weapons permit, is that it certifies that the background checks have been completed, and that the permit holder is legally authorized to own firearms.  Usually, the NICS check and the FFL gun store firearm purchase proceeds much more smoothly if the buyer has a valid concealed weapons permit.

In May, my friend with his new North Dakota concealed weapons permit was able to purchase a 9mm handgun in Dickinson without any NICS delay.  In June he purchased a smaller concealed carry .380 handgun with no delay.  In July he had to return his newly purchased .380 handgun to the manufacturer due to a defect.  In August this manufacturer sent my friend a replacement 9mm handgun in lieu of repairing the defective .380 handgun.

In September my friend attempted to purchase a .22 rifle from a gun store in southwest North Dakota.  He was told by this gun store that his purchase was delayed by NICS, but no reason was given.  My friend could not understand this delay, nor could I, nor could his other friends.  He had a valid North Dakota concealed weapons permit, this should not have happened.

At first, when my friend was finally able to contact an actual person at NICS, they told him that he was purchasing too many firearms, that he would be delayed until the end of September.  Then, throughout October my friend was delayed in purchasing any firearm.  Then throughout November my friend was delayed in purchasing any firearm.  Being prevented from purchasing any firearm for September, October, and November, this isn’t really a delay, it’s a denial.

What happened?  How did my friend who obtained his North Dakota concealed weapons permit in May, who was able to purchase one handgun in May, one handgun in June, and receive a replacement handgun from a manufacturer in August, why did he become banned from purchasing any firearm by NICS immediately after attempting to purchase a .22 rifle from a gun store in southwest North Dakota?

My friend, myself, and his other friends began to believe that the gun store where he tried to purchase the .22 rifle had “Red Flagged” my friend.  By “Red Flagged”, we mean that the gun store made some kind of written or verbal statement to the NICS center that my friend was prohibited from owning firearms, such as being mentally ill, mentally incapacitated, a drug-addict, currently facing criminal charges, convicted of domestic abuse, or some such thing.

When I began talking to this gun store manager, that is when he admitted to me that he was going back into gun buyers’ files, and using their personal information on the NICS application to look them up on the internet, to see who they were, what they were doing, and decide what he was going to do to them.

Because of this gun store manager’s actions, my friend has been unable to buy any firearms at any gun store in Dickinson for the past 2-1/2 months, though he has a valid North Dakota concealed weapons permit.

If you are a gun owner in Dickinson, you need to think twice about trying to purchase a firearm from a gun store in southwest North Dakota, because a store employee could just Red Flag you to NICS after going through your personal information and looking you up on the internet.

Southwest North Dakota Gun Dealer Illegally Uses Buyers’ Personal Information

About one month ago, the manager of a store that sells guns in southwest North Dakota told me that he had gone into his store’s paper work files of gun buyers, looked at the personal information provided by a gun buyer on their NICS form, and performed an internet search of this person on social media.

The reason why this store manager told me this, was because he did not know that this was very illegal, and strictly prohibited conduct of a licensed FFL gun dealer. Below is the Federal Government Form that FFL gun dealers and their employees must sign:

Federal Firearms Licensee (FFL) Officer/Employee
Acknowledgment of Responsibilities
under the
National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS)

Being an officer or employee of the following named Federal Firearms Licensee (FFL):

Name of FFL ___________________________FFL Number______________
Business/Trade Name (if different from FFL name)_____________________
FFL Address City___________________ State__________ Zip____________

I, the undersigned, hereby acknowledge that I have read and understand
my obligations and responsibilities under the NICS as an FFL officer
or employee, as detailed in the FBI outline: Responsibilities of an
FFL under the NICS. In consideration of being permitted access to NICS related information as part of my employment, I accept and agree to
comply with these obligations and responsibilities. I further
acknowledge my legal obligation to the NICS, my employing FFL, and
affected firearms transferees to safeguard all NICS-related information
to which I may be exposed and to protect it from unauthorized use or disclosure. I also acknowledge that all communications with the NICS
Section, including telephone or electronic, are subject to monitoring
and/or recording by the FBI or its representatives, and that my
participation in any communications with the NICS Section constitutes
my consent to such monitoring and recording.
Officer/employee signature __________________
Officer/employee name __________________
Date signed __________________
Witnessed on behalf of the FFL by:
Witness signature __________________
Witness name __________________
Witness title/position in FFL __________________
COMPLETED COPIES OF APPENDIX A TO BE RETAINED BY FFL
DUPLICATE LOCALLY AS REQUIRED

If you wish, you can look up this FFL Form and other information using this link: https://ucr.fbi.gov/nics/federal-firearms-licensees/ffl-acknowledgment-of-responsibilities-under-nics

For those of you who do not purchase or own firearms, what I am writing probably does not matter to you. For those of you who do purchase and own firearms, many of you are probably leery of providing a record of your firearm purchase to the Federal Government, because it could eventually lead to more Federal Government regulation, rules, and laws concerning this firearm.

Many people who purchase and own firearms believe that the original and complete wording of the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, where it says, “A well regulated Militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”, that this means that there should not be any interference, obstruction, blocking, delays of people lawfully obtaining firearms, but the NICS process is interference, obstruction, blocking, and delays.

If people want to purchase a firearm from an FFL gun store, they are required to fill out the NICS paperwork, which includes Full Name, Date of Birth, Social Security Number, Drivers License Number, Current Home Address, Phone Number, and I believe Place Of Birth. This personal information is usually transmitted to the NICS center via a telephone call from the FFL gun store employee while the gun buyer is present.

The purpose of the NICS process, was to quickly determine if the gun buyer is legally prohibited from purchasing a firearm. The most common reason for a person to be legally prohibited from owning a firearm is previous conviction of a felony.

From the Federal Government Form for FFL gun stores that I included a copy of above, it states that the FFL gun store employees must read and sign that: “I further acknowledge my legal obligation to the NICS, my employing FFL, and affected firearms transferees to safeguard all NICS-related information to which I may be exposed and to protect it from unauthorized use or disclosure.”

The manager of this FFL gun store in southwest North Dakota, telling me that he went into the file of a gun buyer, after their NICS had been called in, after they had left the store, to collect their full name, date of birth, and current address to go look them up on social media to satisfy their personal curiosity, is exactly the Unauthorized Use that is never supposed to happen.

To put this another way, what if you went to a hospital for medical treatment, and you supplied your name, date of birth, social security number, current address, and other personal information as required. Hospital staff who receive this personal information are not supposed to go look the patient up on Facebook, Myspace, LinkedIn, Realtor.com, to find out where they work, who they are in a relationship with, how much money they make, what kind of house they live in, to satisfy their own personal curiosity. The same principle would apply to people who work at a Bank who have access to your personal information.

I notified the two owners of this FFL gun store by e-mail, including a copy of the Federal
Government Form for FFL gun stores that prohibits unauthorized use of the NICS personal information provided by gun buyers, but they did not respond.

Because I received no response from the owners of this southwest North Dakota gun store, the following day I called the ATF in Fargo that handles the licensing and regulation of firearms dealers in North Dakota.

To me, this is just another example of ignorance and corruption in North Dakota. The manager of this gun store, not only did he not know that it is illegal to use gun buyers’ personal information for his own entertainment, enjoyment, and curiosity, he doesn’t see this as unethical or inappropriate. Neither do the two owners of this gun store.

A Role Model For Men In Dickinson, Besides Ken Zander And The Man Of La Mancha

In recent blog posts I have written about Stark County Commissioner Ken Zander, as I think that he serves as an inspiration and role model for men in Dickinson.  By his own example, Ken Zander has shown how to live life to its fullest, to go after what you want, that winners never quit, and quitters never win.

Now it is time to give men in Dickinson, an even more powerful example of how they should conduct themselves and live their lives.  You see, men must believe in themselves, they must believe in what they are doing, they must have conviction.

I look around in Dickinson, and I see too many men acting like lap dogs.  I ask you, what good is a lap dog as a leader?  What good is a lap dog when there is work to be done?  What good is a lap dog when there is danger lurking?

In this example of a man that I will give shortly, this is how men in Dickinson should act, whether they are a bar owner, a restaurant owner, a barber, the manager of a car dealer service department, the Mayor, the Chief of Police, or the Sheriff.  You must believe in what you are doing, you must have conviction!

Here, the actor Klaus Kinski portraying Lope de Aguirre, he keeps his head, his focus, his determination, when all of the others around him have given up, that is what makes him a man among men, and a leader of men.  He is fearless, courageous, determined, and resolute.  He believes in himself, and in what he is doing:

Recent Complaints And Why I Write

A couple of days ago a YouTuber named Prepper Princess made a video about me that was very critical. As far as I could tell, of the 1,500 comments that her video received so far, about 80% of the commentors were siding with Prepper Princess. This is not too surprising, it is her YouTube channel.

So far, of the 20,000 views that Prepper Princess’s video received, it looks like about 6,000 of these viewers came to look at my blog website, because this is the amount of extra views that I received in the past couple of days.

However, what this means, is that only 30% of Prepper Princess’s viewers even bothered to check to see if I was stalking, harassing, and threatening her as she says. 70% of Prepper Princess’s viewers just took her word for it, without questioning whether there was any evidence.

As for my blog website, over the past five years I have written a little over 800 articles. The amount of complaint comments that I received has been less than 1%, it has been 0.2 % . If you take into account that my complainers leave two or three complaint comments, the number of readers who complain about my blog website articles is 0.1% .

Approximately 300 of the negative comments regarding me that were submitted to the Prepper Princess video were insulting and threatening towards me. This was annoying because like I just got done explaining, 70% of the Prepper Princess video viewers did not even go look at my blog website article to see if I was in fact stalking, harassing, or threatening Prepper Princess.

Prepper Princess, and the angry threatening commentors chose to focus on the blog post articles that I have written about women. I estimate that over the past five years, 10%-15% of my blog post articles have been about women. Most of the time I write about other things.

It is frustrating and disappointing that angry commentors would dwell on the blog post articles about women, and they don’t even know why I have written these blog post articles at all, though I have explained it more than a hundred times. For probably the 150th time, here goes:

There is a shortage of women in western North Dakota. The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is currently about 3:1. In areas like Watford City or Williston, the ratio of men to women is currently about 5:1, maybe even higher than this.

There is a scarcity of attractive women in western North Dakota. The women who are here, have taken advantage of the shortage of women. Because of the shortage of women here, the women who are here are overweight, unkempt, sloven, slopily dressed, hostile, mean, and unfriendly.

I have explained nearly fifty times, that the only way that a person in western North Dakota is going to see an attractive or normal looking woman, is to find some nice looking woman on the internet, on a site such as EscortOfItaly.com, Chaturbate, or YouTube.

For commentors living elsewhere in the United States, they have not paid any attention to my explanation of why I am writing about women elsewhere, because there are practically none here, except for the Jack-O’-Lantern women.

It would be like commentors complaining that an author kept writing about female deer over and over again, like he was obsessed with female deer. It would not make any sense to them, unless the readers knew that the author was a male deer.

Just like my “About” page for my blog website says, I began writing this blog so that readers from out of state could learn about Dickinson, so that people who had been here for a short while could see that they were not alone in trying to figure Dickinson out, and so that the local people here could see what other people felt and experienced in Dickinson.

Now that I write this, it makes me angry that the recent complaining commentors to my blog website are totally ignorant to the purpose and circumstances of the experiences that I am writing about.

From 2007-2014, there were probably about 250,000 workers from out of state who were lured to western North Dakota by widely publicized claims that everyone here was making $100,000 per year due to the oil boom. To get an idea of how extreme this influx of workers is, the entire population of the state of North Dakota is less than 800,000 people.

Not only did the majority of people working in western North Dakota not make $100,000 per year, tens of thousands of workers were forced to sleep in their vehicles in places like Walmart parking lots, truck stops, recreational parks, and industrial parks. In North Dakota, September through May, nine months of the year, it gets very cold at night.

Me personally, when I first came to Dickinson to work, I spent May-November of 2011 sleeping in a $500 truck bed camper on the back of my Dodge truck. Then, May-November of 2013, I spent sleeping in a 7’x14′ utility trailer. That was where I slept, my after work waking hours were spent in restaurants, bars, truck stops, and laundromats. Remember, at that time the rents in western North Dakota were higher than in San Francisco and NYC.

2014-2016, I lived as a renter in Dickinson in the home of a curmudgeonly older local resident. 2017-2019 when rents finally came down in Dickinson, I was able to rent a 2br/1ba apartment in downtown Dickinson, but crime was very bad.

Finally, in May of 2020 I was able to buy a small home. This home is not 640 square feet as Prepper Princess described in her derogatory video about me. The basement, which is probably the original footprint of this home, the basement is about 600 square feet, the main floor is about 800 square feet, so the total living area is about 1,400 square feet. The yard is 100’x150′.

So if anyone had been following my blog website from the beginning, or made an attempt to see what my blog website was about, they would have known that myself and tens of thousands of out of state workers started out by sleeping in our vehicles for nearly a year at a time. Then transitioned into housing that was undesirable, unpleasant, and overpriced. Ever heard the word “man-camp”?

After all of the really horrible, unpleasant, unsafe, dangerous, hostile working conditions and living conditions here in western North Dakota, I was finally able to pay for all at once and move into a 1,400 sq.ft. home on a large lot. But none of this would mean anything to the dumb fuck commentors who never worked in the oil field when it was -40 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and went home to sleep in a freezing vehicle or camper.

I Don’t Like Dogs, But I Will Probably Have To Get A Dog

When I was growing up, my family had about four Chinese Pug dogs, one English Bulldog, a white German Shepherd, a Terrier Hound, and several Pit Bull dogs.

All of the dogs were allowed in and out of the house as they pleased, the house screen door was always broken and hanging open.  I wrote in previous blog post articles that the door hanging open allowed opossums, squirrels, bats, snakes, and mice inside of the house.

The dogs were allowed on the sofa, chairs, benches, in everyone’s bedroom, and on everyone’s bed.  My mother was not into cleaning, the house stank, animal hair was everywhere, and it was dirty.  The Black maids that my parents hired didn’t work for us very long.  Looking back on this, why would anyone not become exasperated trying to clean some place like this?

When I became a teenager, I became sick and tired of how dirty the house was.  All on my own, I would sometimes scrub all the filthy stained white baseboards, white window trim, dark red wallpaper, door frames, door trim, door handles, paint the light colored porch railing and pickets, and paint the dark blue porch boards.  Everything was so filthy and disgusting, I couldn’t take it anymore.  And, it was embarrassing.

I never, ever wanted to live someplace like that again.  I hated the urine and shit stench smell from the yard that surrounded the house.  I hate it when I go to visit other people at their house, and there is that urine and shit stench smell from a dog in their yard.

I don’t like dogs, I don’t want a dog, so why would I get a dog now?

During the last several months, on again and off again, I have had people complaining about my blog post articles, some of them becoming quite incensed, to where they attempted to publish my name, photograph, and address.

I do not care, and these people do not care if my name, photograph, and address is published, what they actually want is to cause other people to come to my home and try to harm me and my property.  They don’t want to do it, they are not going to do it, they want to try to persuade other people to do it for them.

I do have security cameras installed which record my property continuously, and I do have motion detectors on my property which are programmed to zones on an alarm box.  But I am not always going to be home.

I am probably going to run a 1/4″ diameter steel cable along the ground from the back of my property to the front of my property to act as a runner for a dog chain.  The dog chain I will make about 20′ length, I believe.

For legal liability reasons, I will have to post “No Trespassing” and “Beware Of The Dog” signs at every entry point to my yard.  Then I can try to find a large, mean, aggressive dog.

The City Animal Shelter is probably not going to have any mean aggressive dogs available for adoption.  I believe and have been told that when they receive a dog like this, they classify them as un-adoptable, and euthanize them almost immediately.

I am not looking for any pure-bred dog necessarily, probably not a Doberman or German Shepherd.  Something like a mix-breed Rottweiler or a mix-breed Mastiff.

I can not be friendly with this dog, and I can not allow other people to be friendly with this dog.  This dog must distrust people, and respond to people with unwavering aggression.

The type of people that the complainers to my blog post articles hope to incite to do violence or property damage, are feeble-minded idiot criminals who will not even think to read my blog post articles for themselves, but will take someone else’s accusations as fact, and giving them the right somehow in their idiot minds to go commit crimes.

So I have to go acquire some poor dog, who will never receive any love or affection from me or anyone else, who will be chained outside all day, every day when it is -50 degrees outside this winter in North Dakota.  It’s not coming inside, I don’t like dogs.

Sure, the naer-do-wells will probably put some broken glass or poison in ground beef and toss it to my guard dog.  That will be funny, won’t it?  I won’t care, I don’t like dogs, I’ll just go get another dog.  And if someone ever gets past my guard dog, the dog’s punishment will be a bullet through the top of its head.  The dog had one job to do, that was the only use I had for the dog, if it can’t do its job, it’s done.

See, you fucking scheming women thought that you were going to make me miserable.  I am not going to be bothered.  But whatever poor dog that gets chained up in my yard from now on is going to have a miserable, painful, short life because of what you have caused.

A Reader Asked Why Don’t I Leave Dickinson North Dakota

A couple of weeks ago I wrote a blog post article that described a bad experience that I had with a local bank in Dickinson, North Dakota.  This was the third time that I had had problems with this local bank.  This was the third time that I had written a blog post article complaining about this local bank.

When I write blog post articles criticizing things that happen in Dickinson, often times I receive comments from North Dakota readers disputing that anything wrong, unjust, or unfair happened.  When I get comments like this, it’s like the same incident happening all over again, because another person can’t see that they are in the wrong, and it also demonstrates even more clearly that North Dakotans do not know U.S. law, or what normal behavior is.

Inevitably, when I explain things that happen in Dickinson, North Dakota that are bad, I get comments from North Dakota readers saying, “Why don’t you just leave?”  One answer is, why should I leave, why don’t you North Dakotans start acting right, that would be a better solution for everyone.

I will give two examples of what I mean.  I wrote a blog post article about some undercover Police Officers in Dickinson asking to play a game of pool with me at a bar in 2011.  Before long, they were asking me again and again where they could buy drugs.  I am not, nor have I ever been, a drug user or a drug dealer.  I have never been charged with any crime.

There are all kinds of local people in Dickinson who are known, repeat offender drug users and dealers, who get arrested again and again, and are never kept in jail or sent to prison.  However, me not being from Dickinson, and having no involvement whatsoever in drug use or drug dealing, the Police were trying to set me up as being a drug dealer.

Prior to me moving to Dickinson, I had received an academic merit scholarship to go to college, I graduated with a degree in engineering , I had worked as an engineer and been successful in other occupations, and I had never been in any trouble.  But the Dickinson people wanted to try to ruin my life because they have this perverse hatred for people from somewhere else, especially educated people.

The second example I will give, is about a small young man from Nepal, who came to Dickinson to work his way through college to become an accountant.  After working in convenience stores and assisted living facilities while attending Dickinson State University, he graduated with a degree in accounting and he got a good job after graduation.

Once this young man was out of school and had a good job, he was lonely and tried to meet women.  There is a great shortage of women in Dickinson for a number of reasons, this is well known.  He eventually began searching dating sites and elsewhere on the internet in order to find a woman to date.

The Dickinson Police placed a fake advertisement or fake profile on the internet, posing as a woman who wanted to meet a man.  The Nepalese man began communicating with this woman, and out of the blue the Police made up the fact that this fake woman was under 18 years of age.  The Nepalese man stated that he would never have a relationship with a woman under 18.

The Police persisted in contacting this man, trying different ploys to get him to meet this supposedly minor fake female.  He never did show up to meet this fake female, but the Dickinson Police arrested him anyway, and charged him with Commercial Sex Trafficking of a Minor, which carries a twenty year prison sentence.

Like me, here was this educated professional person, from somewhere else, who had never been in any trouble, and the Dickinson Police were trying to set him up, to completely ruin this man’s life.  The local Dickinson people just love this, they hate people who are from someplace else, especially educated people.

These are just two examples.  I have written nearly 1,000 blog post articles that are full of bad things happening and being done in Dickinson.  So when North Dakotans ask me why don’t I just leave, I feel like a better solution would be for North Dakotans to stop doing wrong.

More Problems With Banks In Dickinson North Dakota

It has come to the point, that I don’t even want to name this Bank in Dickinson, North Dakota where I keep having problems.  I have already written two previous blog post articles about this Bank.

At first, when I opened an account with this local Bank in Dickinson more than three years ago, I thought that the customer service was going to be superior to the nationwide Bank, Wells Fargo, that I had become frustrated with in Dickinson.  I was wrong.

My first blog post article complaining about this local Bank in Dickinson, was that they were treating me like criminal white-trash when I was trying to open an account.  They directly said to me, “We have to perform a credit check on you, before we will allow you to open an account at our Bank.”  And when I asked if a debit card came with this checking account, they said to me, “If you get denied for your checking account, you won’t get any debit card.”

I didn’t like hearing this kind of talk.  At the time, I had accounts at three different Banks.  I had never been overdrawn on an account in my life, never missed a credit card payment, never missed a car payment, never missed a rent payment.  Why was this person at this Bank treating me like this?

The second blog post article that I wrote complaining about this local Bank, was when this same person at this Bank told me, that their Bank was not liable for forged or stolen checks.  I explained to this person that my understanding was that Banks are liable for reimbursing account holders for forged or stolen checks, otherwise, why would anyone keep money in Banks, and that this is what the FDIC insurance on Bank accounts is for.

I had to spend a lot of my own time researching Banking laws, getting down to reading about the Office Of The Comptroller Of The Currency, which regulates Banks.  Yes, Banks are legally required to reimburse account holders for “improperly paid” checks, for such things as forged and stolen checks.  Why didn’t the person at this local Bank in Dickinson, even know the Banking law?  Is this entire Bank, and the Bank owner crooked?

After this, I went and opened an account with the nationwide Bank, US Bank, in Dickinson.  I asked the lady that was opening my new account, what was her understanding of the law regarding forged or stolen checks.  She replied with almost these exact words:

“At US Bank, if you report to us that there has been a forged or stolen check drawn against your account, we require that you file a Police report immediately about this check fraud and theft.  That way, the Police can begin investigating immediately.  US Bank will then reimburse you the money that was stolen from your account.  US Bank will conduct its own investigation, in addition to the Police investigation.  If we determine that there was no involvement or wrong-doing by the account holder in this theft, this matter is closed with the account holder.”

That is exactly what I wanted to hear.  The nationwide US Bank was following U.S. Law, whereas the other local Bank in Dickinson was not.

When my father died in April of this year, I was told by the representative of his estate, that I would be getting two large checks, and one smaller check.  The first check was to close out his savings account.  The second check was to close out his investments.  The third check was to close out his checking account, which would be done after all of his final bills had been paid.

I had four different Bank accounts that I could deposit these checks in, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the Bank that said they were not responsible for forged and stolen checks.

When I did receive the first two checks settling the estate of my father, I called ahead to the Bank manager explaining what I had, and that I wanted to come inside the Bank to complete these deposits.  I said that I understood that there would be a seven to ten day hold on these checks.  I said to the Bank manager that I did not want any Bank teller asking me where I got these checks, what they were for, or treating these checks like they were fake checks, or stolen checks.  The Bank manager cut me off, saying, “No, no, no, no one here is going to do that to you.”

Today, I received in the mail unexpectedly, a check that was partially closing out my father’s checking account, as there were probably going to be no more bills.  This check was for a little over $10,000.  In order to spread the money out amongst my four different Bank accounts, I wanted to deposit this check into the local Bank in Dickinson that I had had bad experiences with.  This check wasn’t for that much money, there shouldn’t be any problem just making a deposit.

I had not expected to be making a Bank deposit today, so when I went to this local Dickinson Bank, I had to ask the Bank teller for a blank deposit slip.  I went over to a counter space, and completed the deposit slip for just a deposit of this one check, no money back.

I explained to the Bank teller that I had an account at this Bank, I just wanted to deposit this check, and I handed everything to her.  I wasn’t expecting any problems.

Within about one or two minutes of handing this deposit slip and check to this Bank teller, she was on the telephone beside her, saying to me, “I have to verify if funds are available.”

This was not good.  I am fifty-one years old now, a Bank teller does not need to make a phone call to determine if “funds are available” on a check that is being deposited.  I have never had this happen to me before in my life.  Either a check will clear the Bank that it is drawn upon within a period of a few days, or it won’t.  Her phone call was more to determine if this was a fraudulent, fake, or stolen check.

I was becoming angry, because this check was clearly printed with the full name of my father and “Attorney At Law”, with his address on the east coast, and it was made payable to me his son, with the exact same name and Jr.  My Bank account with this local Bank in Dickinson, has my full name, which is the same full name as my father, but I am a Jr.

The young lady Bank teller was on the phone for five minutes, but she received no response.  She asked me what this check was, and I said that it was from my father.

What I became concerned about, besides me being angry, was that this Bank teller was not very smart.  If I told her that my father had died, in her Sherlock Holmes detective mind, she would say, “Ah ha!  How could your father write this check, if he is dead?”

I would then try to explain, that my father didn’t write this check, it was the representative of his estate who wrote this check to me.  “Ah ha!” she would say, “You admit that this check has been forged!”

This young Bank teller went walking around the Bank in search of some kind of manager that could approve the deposit of this check.  I asked the nearest Bank employee if I could speak to the Bank manager, I was becoming very angry I said.

There was no Bank manager available.  The young Bank teller got back on the telephone, and I heard her say something like this check was suspicious, or that I was suspicious.  Meanwhile, the Bank lobby cleared of all employees, and I was expecting the Dickinson Police to arrive at any moment.

I looked at my cell phone, in order to retrieve the email that the representative of my father’s estate had sent to myself and my sister explaining the plans for the distribution of the estate, and the checks that he had planned to send out.

Eventually, an assistant manager was located, by the Bank employees who had evacuated the Bank lobby.  I walked back to the assistant manager’s office, and I explained to him that this transaction was just for a deposit of a check from my father.  I wasn’t trying to get any cash back, I was just making a deposit.  Your Bank teller was acting like this was a fake, fraudulent, or stolen check.

I explained that I knew that this check could take seven to ten days to clear.  I wasn’t trying to get any cash back, nor was I expecting for this money to be available.  Why was your Bank teller trying to call, supposedly to determine if “funds were available”?  You were treating this like it was a fake or stolen check, and I am very angry, and insulted.

The assistant bank manager explained that perhaps the Bank teller was trying to find a way to not have a seven to ten day hold on this check, but she should have explained that she was doing this, or explained that there would be a seven to ten day hold.

I said to the assistant Bank manager, that I shouldn’t have to explain to your Bank teller, and all of the other Bank tellers and people in your Bank lobby within in ear-shot, what this check is for, it is none of their business, but you can go ahead and read this explanation here on my phone, and I handed him my phone.

He walked back out to the Bank tellers with me, he told the Bank teller to process this deposit, it was for the estate of my father.  The check was deposited, I was handed the receipt, and I left the Bank.

I was angry and insulted, and this Bank deposit took about 20-30 minutes.

You might want to ask me, why didn’t I just explain all of this to the Bank teller in the first place?  For one thing, it is none of her business, and none of the business of everyone standing within forty feet of me who can hear.  Next, I realized that this young Bank teller was not very smart, if I had told her that my father had died, she would wonder who wrote this check and who signed it?

Then, since this Bank teller was on the path of being a detective, was she going to become a legal expert too and say, “Wait a minute, did this go through probate?”, “Wait a minute, does your father’s representative have legal power of attorney?”,  “Wait a minute, did you pay taxes on this?”

The God damn fucking problem of young Bank tellers asking questions, is that they shouldn’t be asking fucking questions!!!!  If a check is payable or processable, do it, don’t try to be a fucking detective!

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.

To Understand Dickinson, You Need To Realize That It Is Not Even At The Blue-Collar Level Of People

About a year ago, I realized that one of my problems in understanding people in Dickinson, North Dakota, their actions, behavior, beliefs, and habits, is that the people here aren’t even at the Blue-Collar level.

White-Collar people perform work that is clerical, administrative, or managerial.  I associate White-Collar people with those that went to college and work at a profession such as teachers, professors, accountants, lawyers, engineers, and doctors.  These people are typically in salaried positions.

Blue-Collar people are described as performing manual labor, and are typically paid an hourly wage rate.  However, I want to point out that the skilled trades that typically require vocational training or an apprenticeship such as electricians, plumbers, welders, mechanics, and heavy equipment operators are classified as Blue-Collar.

After living in Dickinson for about eight years now, I don’t usually see many White-Collar people in Dickinson.  At a store or restaurant in Dickinson, maybe 1 out of 15 people are White-Collar people, that’s about 7% of people.

But I also noticed during the past eight years of living in Dickinson, that when I am out in public, talking to people, meeting people, dealing with people, listening to what people say, watching what they do, only about 30% of the people in Dickinson are at the Blue-Collar level.

So who do I think is at the Blue-Collar level in Dickinson?  Mechanics who are able to keep their job at a car dealership service department;  Plumbers and Electricians who are able to keep their job doing residential and commercial work;  Welders who are able to stay steadily employed doing industrial work;  Pumpers who work in the oil field;  Tow truck drivers who are steadily employed and treat this as their profession.  UPS and FedEx drivers who keep their jobs.  Delivery drivers who are steadily employed and treat this as their profession.  These types of workers make up about 30% of the people in Dickinson.

But the majority of the people in Dickinson, North Dakota are not like the White-Collar workers and the Blue-Collar workers that I described above.  The majority of the people in Dickinson are what I can attempt to describe as:  Alcoholics, drug addicts, social security disability recipients, drifters, loiterers, unemployed, incompetent, criminals, low-class, white-trash, hill-billy, inbred, backwards, sleazy, slobs, naer-do-wells, liars, and con-artists.  Ask yourself, does this not constitute about 60% of the shoppers at WalMart in Dickinson?

In contrast, if you go to Menards in Dickinson, where people shop for tools, equipment, and building supplies in order to accomplish some useful work, build something, or do home improvement, haven’t you noticed that these people aren’t anywhere near as sleazy, low-class, and trashy as the people at WalMart in Dickinson?  These much less sleazy people are the 7% White-Collar and the 30% Blue-Collar people that are in Dickinson.

So what, am I just picking on people in Dickinson again?  No, I am trying to explain that you can’t understand the behavior and actions of people in Dickinson, until you realize that about 60% of the people in Dickinson are not even at the Blue-Collar level of people.

An important result of this, is how the Police in Dickinson handle crime.  When I was living in downtown Dickinson for the past three years, I experienced a great deal of theft, and attempted theft.  So did my neighbors.  When the Police finally did catch the person who stole my truck, to my surprise, they didn’t even charge him with the theft of my truck.  And, despite this thief being on parole and caught in the possession of other stolen property and drugs, he was not sent back to prison, and he only spent a couple of months in jail.

See, the Police in Dickinson can’t try to catch, jail, or imprison the people in Dickinson who steal, vandalize, use illegal drugs, or sell illegal drugs, because they would be catching, jailing, and imprisoning about half of the population of Dickinson.

Another consequence of 60% of the people in Dickinson not even being at the Blue-Collar level of people, is that if you go to a restaurant, fast-food restaurant, bar, convenience store, gas station, store, or other type of business in Dickinson, you will likely be dealing with someone who is low-class, white-trash, inbred, hill-billy, sleazy, naer-do-well, drug-addict, criminal, con-artist.

Why is Dickinson like this?  It’s a combination of several things.  The bright, talented, ambitious people who were born and grew up in Dickinson, most of them leave Dickinson after high school.  The dullard, untalented, unmotivated, drug addicts stayed in Dickinson after high school.

Then, because of the oil boom, Dickinson business people and the news media gave a Worldwide shout-out to all the unemployed and low-income people of the World to come to Dickinson, North Dakota, and they did come.  And they stayed.

Are Skunks Like The Black People Of The Animal Kingdom

The industrial site where I work in North Dakota is out in the middle of nowhere.  The animals that we employees see at this site are, in alphabetical order:  badgers, bats, cats, coyote, deer, foxes, gophers, hawks, mice, owls, pheasants, rabbits, skunks, and occasionally a wolverine.

The corporation that operates this industrial site has a written policy that all employees and subcontractors are to not interfere with the wildlife at this site.  In particular, they do not want anyone feeding the animals, leaving food out for animals, or leaving garbage outside that would attract animals.

I have worked at this site for almost three years now.  What I noticed right away is that two to three different herds of deer like to stay on the site property during the day, because the deer realized that there is no hunting allowed on this property.  The deer just go and find some place quiet to sit down on site during the day, and they are accustomed to no one bothering them on site.

Likewise, cats, deer, foxes, pheasants, rabbits, and skunks like to hang around the site, not too far from the workers, because they realized that there was no hunting allowed on this property, and that larger predators like coyotes, wolves, and mountain lions do not want to come this close to people, so they feel more safe here.

In the early morning, evening, and at night, when there are very few people on site, some of the animals will stop by our office trailer and look inside, or come inside.  The animals that just come to look at us and see what we are doing are: badgers, deer, foxes, hawks, pheasants, rabbits, and occasionally coyotes.  Yes, they come right up to the door or window and look inside.

The animals which have actually come inside are bats, cats, and skunks, and probably some others which I have forgotten about.  Keep in mind, that it is site policy to not interfere with animals, to neither encourage them to become tame, nor chase them away.  If the animals become bored or curious and want to go look to see what people are doing, we are not supposed to interfere with the animals.

My co-workers usually enjoy seeing the particular individual animals which visit us regularly like the cats, or occasionally the badger.  My co-workers are suspicious of this one fox which is almost as big as a coyote, who sometimes acts like a mischievous domestic dog.  But my co-workers are currently all worked-up and outraged by this particular skunk which began visiting us this Spring.

My co-workers have all kinds of allegations and accusations against this skunk, and are constantly talking bad about him and saying mean things.  They yell at the skunk, and try to make him go away.  They talk about killing the skunk and shooting the skunk.

There is one woman co-worker who hates this skunk so much, you would think that it had killed one of her kids or something.  Me, I just walk by or around the skunk, and he continues to meander around sniffing the ground, and he doesn’t try to do anything to me.

What I am worried about, is this woman co-worker is so triggered and hysterical about this skunk, that she is going to start kicking and screaming at it and become so frantic that she will cause this skunk to spray.

I asked her, why do you hate this skunk so much?  She said that she grew up on a farm, and that skunks are nasty, they cause problems, they have rabies, everyone hates skunks, they are bad.  She got very upset, angry, anxious, and panicked even talking about the skunk.

I said to her, this particular skunk has never done anything to you.  Just because one skunk has done something bad, doesn’t make all skunks bad.  This is like being prejudiced against Black people.  Just because one Black person does something bad, doesn’t mean that all Black people are bad.

Her chest was heaving, she was breathing hard, her blood pressure was up, she was not persuaded in any way that this skunk was not bad.  She seemed even more resolved and determined to do something bad to this skunk.

In the following days, I had the door to the office trailer open when it was hot, and the skunk came inside several times per day, and I would tell him to get out, and he would go back outside.  Here is a photo of the skunk coming up to me when I was sitting in my chair:

Skunk at work

I sent a text message with this photo to my female co-worker who does not like this skunk, and she replied, “Tonight I am going to take care of this skunk once and for all.”

I feel sorry for this skunk.  He is a young skunk, he is just trying to find things to eat, and look around.  My co-workers do not like him, they conspire against him.  The cats do not like this skunk, they stand back and watch him with disgusted looks on their faces, then after a while they run at the skunk trying to make him leave.

This skunk hasn’t done anything wrong.  However, if people and the cats keep trying to do something to him, he probably will start spraying, then they will blame him.  If everyone would leave this skunk alone, he probably wouldn’t start spraying.

Property Line Disputes On All Sides At My New House In Dickinson, North Dakota

If you the reader have seen more than ten of my blog post articles, you would conclude that I don’t like the Dickinson area, and you would wonder why did I buy a house here.  I will explain why.

Even though the oil boom in western North Dakota has been over since 2015 when the price of oil continued to stay below $50 per barrel, and many oil field jobs have gone away, there are still some oil field/industrial projects that are being completed.  The wage rate in western North Dakota remains much higher than in my home state of Idaho, because of the shortage of workers in western North Dakota, due to no one wanting to come to and live in North Dakota.

After living in a low-rent apartment in downtown Dickinson for the past three years, I became very, very tired of the drug dealing, drug addicts, theft of my truck, theft of my property, attempted thefts, living in the ghetto, and the Police trying to stop me all the time as if I was a criminal, on probation, or in possession of drugs.

I wanted to keep my job that I like and that pays well, for the next couple of years, even though Dickinson is a bad place, and the neighborhood that I was living in was terrible.  I was looking at small, low-priced homes, in order to be able to get out of the crime infested Dickinson ghetto, so that my life wouldn’t be so miserable.

In May when I purchased a small 3br/1ba home on multiple lots in the Dickinson area, it seemed so good, that it was too good to be true.  For me, it was like getting out of prison.  One of my friends who is in his sixties, he told me, “Don’t do it, don’t do it!  Those people will cause you so much trouble, you have no idea how much trouble they will cause you!”  Sounds crazy, right?

Initially, this move seemed too good to be true.  My own house, my own kitchen, my own bathroom, my own laundry room, my own yard.  What a relief.  Such a drop in tension, stress, and misery getting out of the downtown Dickinson meth-addict ghetto.

This new peace, tranquility, and happiness was short-lived.  It ended when two Police Officers arrived at my house to question me.  I have never been accused or charged with any crime in my life, and when the two Police Officers arrived at my house to question me, I had not committed any crime.

Without going into the details at this time, I will say that this visit from the Police was because of the North Dakota law “You Are Not From Here”.  Because I have been in North Dakota for over seven years now, I realized that it doesn’t matter if you have not committed any crime in North Dakota, you will still be arrested, charged, prosecuted, convicted, imprisoned, and have your property stolen by corrupt asset forfeiture laws.

The Police could have caused me to lose my good job, my home, and all of my property through being incarcerated, legal defense fees, and asset forfeiture.  Please note, in North Dakota you don’t have to be convicted of any crime before your property is permanently seized, the Police can just take it from you immediately, and not ever give it back, even if you are never convicted of any crime.

Within a few days, I called my Dickinson ghetto apartment landlord to say that I wasn’t moving out of my apartment by the end of June, could I please keep renting my apartment through July and August.  I now wanted to keep my apartment in order to have a different place to stay if the Police were going to continue to try to harass me at my new house.  But this is a digression and going off on a tangent story, I just wanted to explain why I was no longer very happy anymore.

At my new house, I was aware that my neighbor to the south had built a fence that was approximately three feet onto my property, for the entire length of the property line.  This neighbor had done this, because his yard was so small in total, and this side of his house would not have had any usable yard.

My neighbor and his wife were very concerned that I was going to ask them to move their fence.  I told them that their fence was O.K. where it was.  ( I knew that there are laws concerning customary/established use of land, which could cause me to lose legal ownership of this three foot strip of land by allowing their fence to remain where it was.)

My neighbor to the east, he had become accustomed to planting a 50’x50′ garden on the northeast corner of my property.  He claimed that he had been doing this for the past thirty years.  I told him that he could continue to use this corner of my property for his garden.  ( I believed that this neighbor might have had a good chance of winning some kind of customary/established use of land legal action that could grant him use of this land if I tried to stop him.)

My neighbor to the north, she was an 85 year old widow who lived alone.  I was glad to have an enormous hedge along the entire length of my north property line which acted like a privacy fence, blocking visitors, sight, and noise.  When I realized that this 85 year old woman lived alone, with apparently no one to help her, I went onto her side of the hedge in order to trim it back away from her garage to create a six foot wide alley-way.

After more bad shit had happened, I was mowing my lawn today, which took about two hours because I had to stop to move things and deal with other distractions, when I heard some woman yelling, Hey!, Hey!  I looked up from mowing and saw some woman in her mid-fifties standing in my yard with the 85 year old widow woman.

I walked over to them, and the fifty-five year old woman was saying that she wanted me to look at the north property line with them.  She was asking me if I knew where the property line was.  ( The seller of the property had told me that it was approximately down the middle of this hedge.)  I knew from talking to the 85 year old woman previously, that she had lived in her house since 1955, her daughter had been born in this house, and she grew up in this house.  The property line is probably still in the same place that it has been for the past sixty-five years, I was thinking sarcastically.

Why did this fifty-five year old woman, who no longer lived in her mother’s house, now have such an interest in discussing with me exactly where the property line was located within this enormous, six foot wide hedge?  Neither myself, nor the 85 year old widow woman ever ventured into this hedge, or tried to build anything within this hedge, so why does this matter?

I knew what this fifty-five year old woman was trying to do, pretty much the same thing as my neighbors on the south who had their fence three feet onto my side of the property, and my neighbor to the east that wanted to use a 50’x50′ corner of my property, she wanted to try to get something from me.

I said to her, “This hedge has been growing here for the last twenty to twenty-five years.  I have been here for two months, are you trying to get me to now take all the responsibility for this hedge?”  The fifty-five year old woman did not answer this question of mine, she continued to act like she was interested in determining the location of the property line.  I knew that this did not really have anything to do with the property line, it was all about trying to get me to do something with this hedge.

Then, she began to complain about how the hedge had grown so close to her mother’s garage.  I explained to her, and I showed her, that I had cut this six foot wide alley-way beside her mother’s garage a month ago, because her mother was elderly, and because she lived alone, but I was not obligated to do this.  The fifty-five year old woman continued to say, “We have got to find out where this property line is?”  I said, “Why?”  She didn’t answer.

I knew what she was trying to do, and I was very angry about it.  She was trying to find some way to make me cut this hedge way back, hire someone else to cut this hedge way back, or she could hire someone herself and make me pay for it.

For the past twenty to twenty-five years she and her mother could have trimmed this hedge, or hired someone to trim this hedge on their side of the property, however they liked.  Now, since I bought the property next door, they were going to try to find some way to see if they could force me to pay for what they had neglected to do themselves for the past twenty years.

What this woman was trying to do, was trying to somehow get me to be legally responsible and obligated to perform or pay for having this hedge trimmed regularly to their liking.  I yelled at them, “I am so sick of you North Dakotans, just go ahead and take me to court!”  And I walked away.

After I talked to some people about this and calmed down quite a bit, I looked up and read the laws concerning hedges/trees on or near property lines, from more than half a dozen attorneys.  Here is a summary:

In general, for hedges/trees on or near a property line, each homeowner is responsible for what is on their property or over their property line, at their own expense.

In general, whatever limb, branch, root, or trunk that is located on their property or over their property line, they can trim it or remove it up to the property line, so long as it does not kill the hedge/tree on someone else’s property.

In general, it is the property owner’s responsibility to perform, hire, or pay for the trimming of limbs, branches, roots, trees on their property or over their property line.

Almost always, the owner of a tree or hedge is not responsible to perform, hire, or pay for trimming of a branch, limb, or root that crosses over onto someone else’s property.  The only exception is a dead or broken tree branch that is hanging over someone else’s home that is a danger.

I was so angry about this, because I felt like each of my neighbors was so obviously trying to take advantage of me, and I got tired of it.  I felt like and I thought about putting a “For Sale By Owner” sign in my front yard tomorrow.

These people in North Dakota are unashamedly nasty and primitive in their inability to distinguish or know basic right and wrong.

My Thoughts On George Floyd, Police, Protests, And Autonomous Zones

For readers to have some frame of reference if they see this blog post a few years from now:

On Memorial Day Monday May 25, 2020, an employee of a Minneapolis grocery store telephoned 911 saying that a person who appeared to be either drunk or on drugs had used what appeared to be a counterfeit $20 bill.  When 44 year old White Police Officer Derek Chauvin arrived at the scene, several Police Officers were trying to get the handcuffed 46 year old Black suspect George Floyd into the Police car while he resisted saying that he was claustrophobic.  Police Officer Derek Chauvin restrained suspect George Floyd face down on the ground by placing his knee on his neck.  Due to a combination of the knee on his neck restricting his breathing and blood circulation, intoxicants, and heart problems, George Floyd died at the scene.

In the nights and days following George Floyd’s death, there were protests and riots which began in Minneapolis, but spread to many other cities in the U.S.  Four days later on Friday May 29, Police Officer Derek Chauvin was charged with third-degree murder and second-degree manslaughter.

On May 28 the Minneapolis Police Department’s 3rd Precinct was set on fire and destroyed by protesters.  Stores in Minneapolis such as Target and T.J. Maxx were looted and then set on fire.  “Officers continue to be hit with rocks and bottles thrown by people who are also breaking into buildings, looting and destroying property,” Police in neighboring St. Paul said on Twitter.

By May 30, twelve states had called up the National Guard to maintain order in cities.  It was reported that as of June 9th, “The Star Tribune estimated 570 businesses in the Minneapolis–St. Paul area had been vandalized or destroyed, including 67 destroyed by fire.”

At a June 7 rally, nine of the Minneapolis City Council’s thirteen members pledged to disband the city’s Police Department.  On June 8 protesters in Seattle, Washington took over a six city-block area claiming it to be an “Autonomous Zone” where Police are prohibited.

A few of my first thoughts about all of this should be obvious.  Police Officer Derek Chauvin had George Floyd pinned in a choke-hold for too long.  From the video recorded by witnesses at the scene, George Floyd was no longer struggling or resisting Police after being pinned for several minutes, he was having difficulty breathing, both bystanders and other Police Officers were advising Police Officer Derek Chauvin that he was excessively cutting off George Floyd’s breathing and circulation.

However, just because this White Police Officer used excessive force and caused the death of a Black suspect does not make it necessary or justify the looting and destruction of 600 businesses in Minneapolis, hundreds of other businesses in U.S. cities, and the assault of hundreds of Police Officers and civilians in other cities who had absolutely nothing to do with this.

There are two main reasons why the rioting, looting, destruction, fires, and assaults take place.  When a Black person is apparently wrongfully killed, the rioters want to cause so much property loss, damage, havoc, and chaos, that everyone is forced to see it, as many people as possible are affected, and there is a consensus that “We don’t want this to happen again.”, so let’s try to do something.

The second main reason for the rioting, looting, destruction, fires, and assaults it that the rioters are dissatisfied with their lives.  They are just acting out and misbehaving because they feel like they have nothing, no opportunity, no good employment, no money, no income, no good place to live, no automobile, and no way out.

But again, the Police, business owners, and citizens outside of Minneapolis did not have anything to do with the death of George Floyd, nor the fact that the rioters don’t have good jobs, good income, a nice place to live, a nice automobile, or opportunity.

My thoughts on the Police, one of my first thoughts is that Police Officers are just as tired of arresting Black people, as Black people are tired of being arrested.  Citizens and business owners in Black communities call the Police to request them to respond to assaults, shootings, robberies, burglaries, and drug dealing, and the Police have the expectation of getting shot, stabbed, hit, kicked, run over, resisted, verbally abused, and complained against when they respond to these calls.

If Black communities decide that they do not want Police in their communities anymore, do you know who will be the happiest of anyone?  Can you guess?  If the Police are banned from Black communities, do you think that the Firefighters, Paramedics, Hospitals, U.S. Post Office, FedEx, UPS, Telephone Company, Cable Television Company, Electric Company, Gas Company, and Water Department will operate in these communities?  Probably not if they believe that there is no Police response available in an emergency.

Altogether, the rioting, looting, fires, destruction of property, assaults on citizens, disbandment of Police, and “autonomous zones” will make the cities totally unlivable very quickly.  Many of the damaged or destroyed businesses will not re-open.  It will be more difficult to obtain goods, services, and employment.

The first people to leave the blighted city areas when the businesses leave, will be the people who have enough money to afford to leave.  What will remain is people with little or no money, in an area with more and more businesses shutting down, with less and less employment.

This has nothing to do with, and does not affect the people in North Dakota.  Until you realize that these masses of rioters, looters, dissatisfied people from the failed cities will be headed to live in the civilized towns of North Dakota, Montana, Wyoming, and Idaho with no intention of working, fitting in, or obeying laws.  You just watch the influx of out-of-state licensed beater cars full of ghetto people that will begin arriving soon.

Women And The Meth Life In Dickinson, North Dakota

In the beginning of May I bought a house in the Dickinson area.  For those of you who don’t know, Dickinson went through an oil boom from 2007 through 2015 where the housing prices quadrupled.  Though the oil boom has been over for five years, the real estate prices remain artificially and ridiculously high, way out of proportion to what the local economy is now and will be for the foreseeable future.

I recommend not buying a house in Dickinson at this time, because the real estate prices are too high and they are headed for a long downfall.  But, I bought a “For Sale By Owner” house that was not advertised, appraised, or handled by a realtor so I got it for about 30% of what houses here are being advertised.

I am kind of numb from everything that has been happening in my life recently, good and bad, ups and downs.  I can hardly believe that I have enough property now to park my vehicles and trailers without anyone bitching at me, wanting to charge me money, the Police wanting to Red Tag it for being parked on the street, or the Meth addict thieves trying to steal things every night.

The apartment building where I had lived in downtown Dickinson for the past three years, I can’t believe that I lived like that.  I try to make sense of it, 75% of the people who live in this building are just trying to live a normal, peaceful, stable, productive life, but there has always been this constant turnover of white-trash drug-addict short-term renters that have made this apartment building a ghetto flop-house.

Now that I think about it, moving out of this downtown apartment building is kind of like getting out of prison for me.   I’m not really sure if I’m free or not, and I’m not really sure if I can let my guard down from getting robbed, stabbed, stolen from, or conned by the low-life drug-addict thieves in downtown Dickinson.

During this past week, I have had to do a lot of shopping for my new home.  In one of the stores that I have been going to, I met who I thought was a nice, intelligent, friendly young lady.  No, I want to make it very clear, this was not some woman working at a convenience store, gas station, liquor store, restaurant, or bar.  She was more like a salesperson or manager at a furniture store, flooring store, or building supply store.

Because this woman was acting so friendly, which is not normal for Dickinson, I asked her where she was from.  She is from Montana.  The second day that I saw her and talked to her, she told me a little about what she had done in Montana, when she came to Dickinson back in 2009, and what she had done in Dickinson.   She came to Dickinson with her boyfriend that she had been living with, they got married, and now she is divorced.

The first time that I saw this woman, I got the impression that she was in her mid to late twenties.  I thought that she was plain looking, and I didn’t have any interest in her.  But, since she was friendly, which is so unusual in Dickinson, and I was able to talk to her, she seemed like she was a decent person and that she was wanting to make friends.

This woman seemed to be fairly intelligent, responsible, even-tempered, reasonable, and easy to get along with.  One of the reasons why I thought this about her, was because she was the manager of the business where she worked, and she said that she had paid off her own home.   She was in her early thirties, not her mid twenties like I had thought.

The third time that I went back to this store, I asked this woman if she would like to go with me to the Mexican restaurant tonight or tomorrow night.  She said that she couldn’t, that she had to work.  I thought that this was a stupid answer, because her store closes at 6:00 p.m.  I thought that she just didn’t want to go with me.

Out of politeness or guilt, she began explaining to me that her business was short-staffed, and that she had to work every day.  Then, she began explaining that she had sole custody of her eight year old daughter.  Then, that her ex-husband was a Meth addict who had destroyed all of the walls and windows in her home, that he had been No-Trespassed from her home, and that she had had to go stay at the women’s shelter for two weeks.  And, that her ex-husband lives a couple of blocks away from her.

Prior to asking this woman if she wanted to go out to dinner with me, I had thought that she liked me.  She seemed that she liked me.  Did she like me because she was lonely, bored, alone, wanted company, thought that I was different, thought that I had money,….. I don’t know.

Me, I thought that she would be or could be good company because she was friendly, intelligent, reasonable, responsible, and decent acting.

When she did not want to go out to dinner with me, I was surprised, and I wondered what had caused her to change her mind about acting friendly toward me.  It didn’t really matter at this point, because her mind appeared to be made up.  At first her explanation just seemed like a stupid excuse.  As she elaborated on her situation, I thought that she was just trying to make me lose interest in her and give up on ever asking her out again.

But, if I would have just stopped and listened to what she was telling me, that her ex-husband was a Meth addict who had destroyed all the walls and windows in her house, was No-Trespassed by the Police, that she had had to go stay in the women’s shelter, that her ex-husband lived a couple of blocks away from her and that they had an eight year old daughter together, why the fuck would I want to get involved in that situation?  I just got out of a Meth-addict hell-hole living in downtown Dickinson.

Something else that I thought about, what does this say about this woman’s character and judgment, that she dated, married, and had a child with a Meth-addict, white-trash hoodlum?

When I described meeting this woman, I said that she did not work at a convenience store, gas station, liquor store, bar, or restaurant, which is where you will usually find the Meth-addict women in Dickinson.  But I guess it doesn’t matter, the people in Dickinson aren’t even at the blue-collar level or low-class level of people, they are at the Meth-addict level.  See, I didn’t get out of prison after all, I’m still here in Dickinson with the Meth addicts.