In the small, once-rural Village of Indiantown, a familiar and troubling script is unfolding — one that echoes the national warnings issued by J.B. Shurk. Here, as elsewhere, objective truth is quietly being subordinated to convenient narratives. Measurable realities — the tangible impacts on a tight-knit community, its agricultural heritage, its precious aquifer, and its hard-earned rural character — are bending before the confident declarations of five elected officials who believe they alone know what “progress” must look like.
