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Ah, Oroville, the home of the largest land-fill damn in the world.  Also the home of the stupidest humans on the planet.  I lived in Chico (20 miles from Oroville) for a few years, and believe me, it is full of some real losers.  It's not part of the surrounding agricultural businesses that are prevalent in the area.  As I recall, 
rocks and dirt are one of the major sources of Oroville's income. 
They also have a large racist/nazi population.  This is not a place you would want to stop.  See below...oh yeah, it's also a hotbed of "Chrisitianity"

This gives one a real glimpse into Oroville/Butte county's mindset.

dumbfuck nazi wrote:

The Conversion of a Neo-Nazi.  I was born Jan. 20, 1941. My mother was 16 years old and my father was in prison for armed robbery. He was released when I was 3, and although I was raised by my mom, my dad's influence on me was great. He always packed a .45-caliber semiautomatic pistol in his car. He would later do two more prison terms, having graduated from armed robbery to business fraud.

My first crime was shoplifting play money at age 8 from the five-and-dime store. At age 11, I started setting fires, first vacant grass lots, then school lockers, trash cans, our family garage and finally a vacant house, for which I was arrested.

At 14, I was committed to Napa State Hospital for observation. After only 18 days there, I and two other boys my age strangled another male patient, age 13, to death. I was transferred to Atascadero State Hospital, California's maximum security place for the criminally insane.

Several years later, in 1960, I was part of a mass escape in which we took over four wards, liberating 11 patients, including five from the hole. Most everyone was picked up again within 24 hours. For my part in the escape, I was transferred to a regular state prison.

In 1963, I was returned to court to stand trial for my part in the 1955 homicide. I was charged with first degree murder, and I was to stand trial as an adult. I was found not guilty by reason of insanity and was later transferred to a minimum security state hospital at Stockton, my hometown, in 1965.

There I met Liz, who was in for attempted suicide. I was discharged in December 1966, and we got married in 1968. Since I was living on the monthly government checks given to most former mental patients, I had time on my hands to get full swing back into petty crime.

Liz's lust for material things and my marijuana habit soon saw us divorced. She remarried and when that marriage failed, killed herself.


"If God can save me, then God can save anyone."

I joined an outlaw bike club called the Diablos and partied at the Altamonte Rock Concert in December 1969 with the Hell's Angels. The 1960s to '70s were a time of social revolution. I did my share of burglary, shoplifting, kidnapping, drug dealing, pimping, sabotage, devil worship and street fighting. I supported every anti-authority or rebellious cause from "Gay Lib" to the Black Panther Party.

In 1977, disenchanted with the revolutionary left, I abandoned it to become a neo-Nazi. I rented a place in Oroville, the county seat of Butte County, and hooked up a "Dial-A-Nazi" telephone message. I stamped paper money with that number until the Secret Service told me to "stop advertising on money," because our U.S. senator had received complaints.

I drew the attention of headquarters and an Ohio- based Nazi-Manson cultist asked me to visit Charles Manson in prison at Vacaville. I visited him four times in 1982, which led to some popularity for me amid local rebellious youth.

I then formed a local Nazi Youth Group. We leafleted two local high schools in September. This always drew lots of media attention. This time a $1,000 reward was offered for proof of who did the midnight school locker stuffings. One in our youth group turned informer and was found two weeks later on a swamp road with eight shots in his head. He was six days short of 18. The news media dubbed it an "execution-style murder" for which I was arrested and convicted.

While in jail, I got a flood of mail, some from Christians but most from white racists or "Identity Christians." Identity Christianity is a pseudo Christian cult that has built a racist dogma around a twisted version of British Israelism. Because I was a minister in the Gospel of Christ Kingdom Church in Hayden Lake, Idaho, I was on the "Prisoners of War" and "Prisoners of ZOG" list in most white racist publications.

But as I began to study the Bible, with my mind open to God's Holy Spirit, I discovered that Identity cult's views were not God's truth. Cult ministers could not explain away Moses' black wife in Numbers 12:1, nor Simon called Niger in Acts 13:1, nor many other things I found.

In December 1988, I fully accepted the truth

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