Just not in the Blue Cities. Sanity in Indiana Steel Country, Only 40 Miles From Chicago | Chicago Contrarian
I have to share the wind up. Because it simply amazing.
As an unexpected Midwest freeze descended on Chicago and my friends on the Northside genuflected their white privilege whilst reaffirming their commitment to equity and mayhem over the latest THC strains (cocktails are so 2020), I descended on Hobart (pronounced “Ho-Berr”), Indiana to partake in the most diversely inclusive of sports, Midget Wrestling.
The whole thing is a masterpiece, and you should take the couple of minutes it will take to read. I want to give you a glimpse of the picture of NW Indiana painted in the article, but I won't give you the final thought. Click thru for that.
Hobart is a proud bluish collar town roughly 40 miles to the Southeast of the Windy City. But it could not be further from the Chicago I have lived in for 20 years and have watch descend into chaos.
Christmas lights already line the residential streets the day after Thanksgiving; mixed race black and white couples who have probably never heard the word “woke” can be seen holding hands and carrying out life blissfully unaware of the 1619 Project; and grandparents that shoot at the local trap club recount the stories of their parents, who used to ride bikes to school during hunting season with unloaded shotguns balanced on the handlebars, leaving their implements (unlocked) on a separate rack outside the high school so as not to miss any time in the woods after the final bell before sunset and the long midwestern winter.
And you should be reading Chicago Contrarian, for a view of what is being done to a once-great city in the heart of this nation. Well that, and the midget wrestling.
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