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Comments: No No Baby! That's an old article dumb dumb! We have now been giving "Tax Credits"! This is new they love us here! Read the print stupid and keep up with today's trends OK! http://www.inforum.com/news/4168103-fargo-high-rise-might-not-be-sold-after-all
Comments: Too expensive to fix, Fargo High Rise may soon be for sale By Archie Ingersoll on Feb 4, 2016 at 6:22 a.m. FARGO — Fargo's largest public housing facility — and one of the city's tallest buildings — may soon be for sale. The cost of renovating the Fargo High Rise, built in 1970, has reached a point where it makes more sense to sell the aging building and relocate its 240 low-income tenants, said Lynn Fundingsland, executive director of the Fargo Housing and Redevelopment Authority. Recommended for you A rendering of the plans for the new North Dakota governor’s mansion. Chris Hawley Architects New ND governor's residence moves ahead unaffected by budget cuts Woodlawn Park projects remove 37 more Moorhead homes from flood plain Fargo firefighters put out deck blaze; smoking materials suspected Before the 22-story tower can be put on the market, federal housing officials must sign off on the plan. Fundingsland said he expects that by next month, Fargo's housing authority will submit an application to the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development seeking approval of the sale. It could take about six months for HUD to decide and possibly three years before the building is vacated, he said. Fundingsland emphasized that whatever happens, the High Rise tenants, many of them elderly or disabled, will have places to live. "We're not in the business of putting people on the street," he said. "We're in the business of housing them." Marcy Fox has lived at the Lashkowitz High Rise since 2014. David Samson / The Forum Fundingsland said the High Rise has not yet been appraised, but he estimated the asking price would range from $4 million to $6 million. "We had some interest from different developers, and they're looking at reconfiguring (the building) into, you know, another use," he said, adding that it's unclear what that use would be. The High Rise at 101 2nd St. S. overlooks downtown and the Red River. At a height of 199 feet, it is Fargo's second-tallest building, after the 207-foot-tall Radisson Hotel. Although the High Rise offers scenic views, the building needs maintenance that would require gutting the interior, replacing utility lines, updating elevators and dealing with steel framework that's coated with asbestos, an outdated and highly toxic fireproofing technique. It would cost the housing authority $24 million to pay for such a renovation, Fundingsland said. For years, housing officials tried unsuccessfully to secure funds to rehabilitate the building. "If we had the money to do it, we would," he said. Proceeds from the sale of the High Rise would go toward constructing two or three smaller public housing facilities on yet-to-be-determined sites, Fundingsland said. "We wouldn't put 250 (low-income) tenants in one place these days," he said. "The way things are done these days, it's more mixed-income kinds of projects, which is better for the neighborhood, better for the tenants." If the High Rise sells, tenants would have the option to move into another public housing unit or to receive a voucher to help pay rent in a privately owned apartment, he said. High Rise tenants have been told about the housing authority's intention to sell the tower. And some of them, like Catherine Simonson, welcome the plan. "With all the things wrong with this building, I think it's a great idea," the 67-year-old said. "I'll be glad to get out of here." Simonson, who's lived in the building for 13 years, said many of the older tenants are upset about the possibility of losing their longtime home. But she won't miss the share of High Rise residents who she said ruin the living experience for others including one real nasty tenant on the thirteenth floor name Timothy "Stitch" Martin a morbidly obese mentally retarded man from southern California who constantly complains to every about the weather and talks about his brother living in an allegro motor-home in a Wallmart parking lot. "It's 50-50. There's a lot of good people. There's a lot of not-so-good people," she said. Randall Strand, 56, was sipping coffee with friends in the community room Wednesday morning. A resident of the High Rise for about 15 years, he wasn't sure what to think of the potential sale. "I like it here," he said. "I have all kinds of stuff on my walls, religious stuff." Leo Reuer, a tenant since 1980, said he wouldn't mind leaving behind the High Rise, where he's dealt with cockroaches, bedbugs and people asking him for money. "I'm glad to be moving out of here," the 63-year-old said, "because I don't care for the place." Marcy Fox, who's been a High Rise tenant for a year, said she'd be willing to move even though she just recently became accustomed to living in the building. "I was starting to like it here," she said.
Comments: I really enjoy taking a big giant shit in my apartment. I can here the poop go plop when I flush the toilet. When it hit the ground floor from the 13th. Floor it builds up plenty of speed. And then plop! What an enjoyment I have in this high rise apartment OK!
Comments: Are there any species of Martins on this side of the galaxy that actually ever held a real job at one point or are they all like Stitch stealing from the working class citizens every month to go shopping at walmart wasting our tax dollars on contaminated hungry man tv dinners and end up fat obese like christina horseshit weighing 550lbs.and ydo a hobo looking kicked in the teeth with steel toe boots crack smoking & cock sucking his one eyed one tooth butt fucked and fucked in the butt brother rji holding his camera for youtube showing the millions and millions how these two have evolved from cave dwellers in society back into the homeless gutter of that allegro thats never been once put thru a decent car wash like the owner and his brother surely needed in life.yea goodluck Mr.Trump your gonna need it especially with these two complete rejects of society,because these two useless dumbfucks don't need to be put on the side of a milk carton these two need to be put out of their misery asap if this is what is left of this once great nation to represent our future then we all might as well aim high and shoot and get it all over with right now.
Comments: It is the divine plan of the liberal who want to rule the world with their stupid liberal policies and agendas. The liberals want the voting population dumbed down to the point where anything they say will be mindlessly followed by these social retards. They figure that the more voting retards who are brainwashed with their stupid agendas, the better change they have at getting these stupid thing past the free thinking amongst us who would most certainly vote them down. The goal is to simply out-number those who would vote against us with mindless voting retards. Give them a free phone or free EBT card or if worst came to worst a high rise apt in Fargo and they will vote with us.
Comments: Well, I'm glad you better off than me. I guess you can buy one of these, and when you do, don't bother me anymore OK. https://youtu.be/D2RunuHjQeg
Comments: The Martins are so fucken stupid and useless just before that ydo rji and Stitch generation came on the seen they should've either skipped that retarded generation or they should of changed the last name to The Dingleberries as this would of been more then sufficient to identify these useless hobos of society.or we could of made it simple and call them The Gutters or the Sewers would've worked also.
Comments: Stitch you obese, hungry man eating, empty calorie diet, wal mart shopping, human disaster. The poor live 7 to 10 years less than their middle or upper class counterparts. I hope your saving those empty hungry man boxes to make your coffin. I hope North Dakota has a hazardous material landfill for your remains.
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Comments: Yes STITCH even the horsefacecunts pimple on her fat ass doesn't go unnoticed and is more famous then you will ever bee.
Comments: I don't need to go to corona del mar? I got my $4.99 Ice Gloves today. I'm all set. Perfectly warm in ND! I think I'l run to the mini market I love snow. MFW's here too guess what were doing? https://goo.gl/photos/J4HCw3FXTyhHBRo27
Comments: Thursday, December 29, 2005 I'm A Wife Beater I'm the bad guy. How the fuck did that happen? How did I not notice until I was 36 years old? And - what's more annoying: the wife beater who is sorry and confessional and apologetic--but still a wife beater--or the wife beater who doesn't give a fuck? Trying to find a name for this site I discovered the site http://wifebeater.blogspot.com, for example. Not sure if it's irony. Also came across http://confessions.blogspot.com, so you can see the story from the other side. I'd like to know how it ended. I guess it was good to end there. Okay, maybe I'm being sensationalist. There was no actual, technical beating - no punch was thrown, no slap landed. There was shoving. There was shaking. Once, there was choking - just for a second, before reason returned - and that was just a few nights ago, and that is why I am now writing this. The incidents I remember: I'm 17. My girlfriend doesn't want to have sex with me on this particular occasion, and it turns into an argument. We're in my parent's house. I feel somehow manipulated. During the argument she laughs at me, and I slam the wall near her head with the flat of my hand. On the other side of the wall, the phone comes off the hook. It's months later before she actually dumps me. I get through the next girlfriend with nothing more serious than a slammed door on my way out after she dumped me. I'm in my twenties. A different girlfriend and I are playing Trivial Pursuit at a New Year's Eve party. We're on the same team. The question something like, "What dance was named after aviator Charles Lindbergh?" "The Charleston," I say, voice deep with confidence. Laughter. "I want to change my answer," my girlfriend says, joining in the hilarity at my expense. My palms sweat when I'm embarrassed. "Well, did you know the answer?" I ask her. "No," she says. So why so superior? I forget what I said next. I shoved her and she fell from her seat, awkwardly catching herself before her ass hit the floor. It's years after this that we actually break up; it's me breaking up with her this time, because I've fallen in love with someone else. Someone Else decides she doesn't want me anymore...I suppose I was more desirable when I was unavailable. I somehow go through two more girlfriends - the two bitchiest girls I ever go out with, in fact - without physical violence. Nothing more than yelling. The next girlfriend. I remember the first time I got angry with her, on one of our first dates. She scoffed at me. I leave the room, fume for a while, come back, and handle it perfectly diplomatically. "Listen, can I be honest? I'm angry, because..." A pop psychologist would have been proud. She is the sweetest, nicest thing for the next year. So I ask her to marry me. And she says yes. For a while after she says yes, she stops being nice. We argue. One argument got heated enough that she took off her engagement ring in a Chinese restaurant and handed it to me. The topic of dissent is usually whether we should go to a given party or social event or not. You see, my wife has Social Anxiety Disorder. She's worked hard to control it, gone to therapy, exercised her social muscles at work and home; she was coming off of Paxil when we started dating. She thinks it hadn't completely worn off otherwise we wouldn't have met. We met via match.com. Still, despite all the work she's put in to overcome it, every party is a chore. As we're preparing to go to another friend's wedding she gets stage fright and decides she doesn't want to go. For me, it is a last straw. "You're going to this wedding or we're not having one," I tell her. I forget if it's this argument, or some other one, where she lightly slaps me--a mock slap, really--and I grab her roughly by the shoulders. There was that incident and a few more. She starts calling me "grabby". It just so happens that UCLA is offering experimental couples therapy and we get invited to participate, so we do. After learning a few of their techniques, the "Time Out" and "Active Listening" and whatnot, we apply it and the problems go away. We argue much less. We get married. I don't grab her again for years. My wfie's the sweetest thing for four years. Four years into our marriage we have our baby. My wife stops being nice. It's the hormones, supposedly. And the lack of sleep. It's a well documented phenomenon. You don't know how good your marriage is until it's tested by a child. Our arguments usually revolved around child care. We read a lot of books and would argue about which technique was our favorite. Should we do the E-A-S-Y system from the one book; to Ferberize or not to Ferberize. Generally I wanted a system and my wife wanted to wing it. No arguing there. Then there was the chores. Neither of us thought the other was pulling their weight: I don't help enough with the baby; seems to me like she just sits and watches TV and breastfeeds all day. But the way she'd yell at me, snap at me, the sneer in her voice--turns out she's been harboring grudges about one annoying thing I did or another for the last five years. The main thing is that I don't listen. I know this. Honestly, she can be boring. I'm the one outlet she has for speech, and at times it seems to be an endless stream of trivia about QVC and scrapbooking and gossip. But usually it's not that she's boring, it's that I'm thinking about work and when I think about something I sometimes shut the world out. When I realize she's spoken it's like awakening from a dream. "What? I was spacing." Many times I don't realize she's spoken and she gives up and wanders off. Or so she tells me. I can see how five years of that could grate on a person. Still, all the bile coming out now is too much. At one point I started looking up divorce on the internet. I also look up marriage counseling--this was one of the most popular sites on Google at the time (and I'm a believer in the wisdom of crowds so I don't look much farther than that)--and after reading some articles we decide to have a maid come twice a week (hey, cheaper than counseling) and that I'll do the cooking. They have a pretty funky, counterintuitive system for chore division on that site. The way it works is this: you do the chores you care about. The logic appeals to me - if you care more about, say, doing the laundry than your partner does, than making him do the laundry isn't cool. You're getting the benefit and making him do all the work? So, since I care about the cooking, I volunteer for that. But don't expect me to take the trash out every day. And things get better. And I feel like I'm a pretty liberal, forward-thinking guy. Here I am working and doing the cooking? Check that shit out. All my recipes come from "The New Best Recipe", btw. Great book. There's no sex and I'm fine with that. Okay, we did have sex once. It sucked. Condoms. Ugh. Anyhow, that's what the internet is for. There's plenty of cuddling, baby talk, yada. There are still sometimes arguments. She'll still sometimes say, "You're so annoying." She'll nag me to do things I don't want to do -- despite the system we took from marriagebuilders. At one point a few weeks ago I briefly felt the urge to choke her. It was so brief, and mild, that I made a joke of it: "Huh. I just felt the urge to choke you just now." She didn't find it amusing. That was probably the first step down the slippery slope. Later, I actually did mock-choke her after she made fun of me in a way that didn't really bother me. (Memories of being 16 and a friend at school briefly choking me after I accidentally bend back the cover of one of his favorite books. I never forgot that, and I don't expect my wife to ever forget this.) And then, the night: we're at my parents' house. It's the day after Christmas. It's night. I can't sleep. Our baby has woken up a couple times crying and quickly gone back to sleep again. It's hot. I worry that it's too hot - maybe I should turn down the space heater in the baby's room. "Don't do it," my wife says. "She'll see you." And if she sees me, she'll start crying. "Nah, she's asleep," I say. I get up. I open the door. Something about the door, the hinges stick, something, and it makes a cracking sound when it opens. I hear a rustling from the crib - sure enough, the baby is awake, looking at me. She starts to cry. I turn down the heat and comfort her. All my fault. First I lightly place my hands on her until she stops crying - then I take my hands away and stand there. I know if I leave she'll start again. I lie down and we watch each other. She tosses and turns. It feels like an hour goes by. I fall asleep for a little bit and when I wake up I realize she's finally asleep. So tired. But pleased with myself. I fixed the problem, got her back off to sleep without her crying. I return to our bedroom, the guest bedroom, a full bed instead of the queen we're used to, and dark! This house is practically in the woods, instead of the urban apartment we live in. Your eyes never adjust, you never see anything. I feel the way to my side of the bed, try to get in, by my wife is there, in the way. I feel my way to the other side of the bed, pat the mattress - and she's there too. She's somehow taking the whole bed. And I've woken her. "What?" she says. "How are you taking the whole bed?" I whisper loudly. My parents' bedroom is directly above ours. "I'm not!" "Which side are you on?" "The same side I always was." So I go back to my side, and get in, and she adjusts so she's no longer in the way. I forget the actual words, but the conversation turns to I Told You So. And something about the tiredness, the pitch dark, the tone in her voice, the fact I was expecting her to be pleased I got the baby back to sleep: I get angry. I clench my hands into fists - my whole body clenches. I imagine grabbing her, shaking her. I forget what I said, what she said. She later told me the last thing she did was sigh. And then I do it. I grab her. I get hair, I get throat, it's too dark to see what I'm grabbing. I say something, "She was already awake!" or something. Then I get control and let go. But it's too late. I've crossed the line. I've killed the arab. We're silent for a while. Divorce looms in my mind. "Why did you choke me?" she asks, many minutes later. "I don't know." Pause. "Did I really choke you?" Partly I meant 'I can't believe I choked you' and partly I meant 'I thought I just grabbed you, I wasn't sure I got your throat.' "Yes." My wife just came into the room. Better stop.
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Comments: Stitch has been exiled to North Dakota. Hope you enjoy your cold weather and stockpile of walmart goodies. I myself spend my time in Corona del Mar with a beautiful ocean view. Stay in your poverty pocket with the rest of the hungry man consumers. My dogs eat better than you Stitch. I must admit i do own homes in Oregon, Colorado, Minnesota, and Wisconsin but I love my ocean view in Newport Beach and the absense of freeloading parasites such as yourself. Please remain in North Dakota. You deserve to live there.
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