The armpit of the U.S.

First point: why don't beer makers ALWAYS use 16 ounce cans? Are they afraid I might waste the extra 4 ounces?? I won't. The big cans mean I have to get up less. I don't know why a 12 oz. can feels like a tablespoon of beer, compared with a 12 oz. bottle. But it does. Cans sound WAY better on recycling day, but I swear I take one drink out of a can and think, where did my beer go?? I love the 16 oz can. Just love it. I'm Irish, if this explains anything. 

My second point: I have become convinced, that all the history about the white man pushing the native Americans out of northwest Indiana are FALSE. The white man did no such thing. The native Americans that didn't die from exposure, or weren't buried alive in a snow drift, said-you want it? Fucking take it. Good luck. 

This place is hell. It's not just the armpit if Indiana, it's the armpit of the country. Parts of it smell. Bad. It's always got some kind of moisture of one kind or another. Frozen or vaporized. There is no in between. It's a moist, smelly place. I can deal with summer moist. I actually like walking outside and being punched in the face by ten pounds of 90 degree air. Because the alternative is walking outside and being bitch slapped by a stiff north wind carrying millions of little  moisture swords. I like going outside when it's 92 degrees, with 90% humidity, to pull weeds. When night comes, I stink, I'm covered in salt, there's dirt in every wrinkle on my body, and it's awesome. Take a shower, grab a beer, sit on the deck. Exhausted bliss. There's no bliss with the alternative.  Yes, snow looks pretty when it's glistening in the trees. But it's white. If snow were rainbow colored, I might have a different opinion. But it's not. It's white. Until the road salt comes out, and then everything just looks filthy and skid row like. Dirty ick. There's no way the Indians wanted this place. First couple rounds with lake effect snow, and they said fuck. Fuck the evil spirits breath. We gotta go west. Now they try and make us feel bad. Psh. Scammers.