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Indianapolis, IN
Stuck in In-duh-naaaa-plus -
2/15/2015Most people who live in Indy can't even say Indianapolis, let alone spell it. There are too many syllables for the average Hoosier, so they call it Indy (as if) or In-duh-na-plus if they're really willing to make an effort.
It's the people that are the problem with this place and it doesn't really matter how many more stadiums they build, it's never going to change. It's as if the clock stopped in 1973. People are mean, nasty and bitter. It drives them absolutely crazy if you point out, for example, that if Indy was so great there wouldn't be thousands of abandoned houses. They pretend they can't here that stuff because this is an up and coming place, by golly and Chicago better be careful because we're catching them.
Uh, no. It's not great here. It's awful. It's depressing. It's sad, unless you think a Pacers game topped by a meal at Buffalo Wild Wings is the cat's meow. If so, this is heaven.
Indy leaders, and I use the term loosely, think that the solution to every problem is to subsidize a billionaire sports owner and build something downtown. Of course, this is exactly what Detroit and St. Louis have done and look how it's worked out for them.
Indy is crime infested. Large swatch are completely abandoned. People are unable to think independently. They follow each other. They all think alike. They don't like new ideas. They don't like independent thought. It is like being trapped in a never ending high school where everyone wants to be like the popular kids.
Take mass transit. Indy has none, but Indy has no traffic either. When there's a construction project on a major road they close the road down and nobody notices. Why would you spend a billion dollars on trains in a city with no traffic? Short answer: You wouldn't except all the really cool cities (popular kids) have trains and so Indy (most definitely NOT a cool city) wants trains too.
That's Indy, in a nutshell. If you're the kind of person who doesn't like to think independently, move here, buy a Colts jersey, drink yourself into a stupor every Friday and Saturday night, wax endlessly about downtown and the brewpub scene and Mass Ave and you'll fit in fine. If, on the other hand, you can string two thoughts together, run (do not walk) away from this dump as quickly as possible.