That’s the grossest name I’ve ever heard. Look, I’m not even getting into the “Americus” part. Sure, that is… well, it’s not a name I would’ve picked. But more importantly, it follows the word Industry, and whether alone or paired to American industries specifically, the images conjured up from that word are far from pleasant.
I picture smoke stacks belching into smoggy, yellow skies. I see poisoned streams flowing through dying ecosystems. I see tired workers being overworked and exploited.
What a great name for a cute little baby to be burdened with.
That’s the grossest name I’ve ever heard. Look, I’m not even getting into the “Americus” part. Sure, that is… well, it’s not a name I would’ve picked. But more importantly, it follows the word Industry, and whether alone or paired to American industries specifically, the images conjured up from that word are far from pleasant.
I picture smoke stacks belching into smoggy, yellow skies. I see poisoned streams flowing through dying ecosystems. I see tired workers being overworked and exploited.
What a great name for a cute little baby to be burdened with.