Right, home from work, walk the dog, kids are back.

Mom!

Up the stairs for something.

Ugh, back down, no idea what I went up for.

Mom, what's for dinner?

Chop, sizzle, done.

Hello Fresh can't slow life down, but it makes bringing everyone together around the table a whole lot

easier. So its phones down, forks up. Hello Fresh. Bring back dinner time.

Traditionally, one advantage of living in rural America was the ability to escape insufferable leftists.

The tradeoffs were obvious, fewer jobs,

fewer restaurants, less entertainment, and fewer institutions built for upward mobility.

But distance from liberal cultural centers meant the average community could preserve a sane,

conservative, patriotic outlook, the kind of place where normal people could still breathe

without asking permission from the urban cultural commissars. That escape has narrowed. As

media and universities became more radical, their disciples moved into rural America through

government-mandated institutions like schools and libraries. Progressivism became

harder to avoid no matter how far someone moved away from the city. Thus, the Hicklib was born.

The Hicklib is usually a social outcast, a fail son who needs a moral explanation for why he hates

the community he never fit into. His resentment searches

for a theory that will dignify his rage, and the progressive missionaries installed in his local

institutions are happy to provide one. Teachers tell the Hicklib his country is evil. His family and

neighbors are racist, sexist, backwards religious fanatics

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