Today I learned that there is a Deliverance-esque situation going on in New Jersey and New York. There is a community of police-hating, ambulance-blocking, ATV-riding, squirrel-eating, intermarrying “Indians” (recognized by the state of NJ but not the federal government or NY) who live in shacks with views of Manhattan’s skyline. As you can imagine, their problems are many and can be attributed to a Ford factory dumping red and blue paint into the ground. It still seeps up 30 years later.
Your takeaway: You can no longer make fun of me for being an inbred pig farmer from Indiana.
Source: New Yorker