I Don’t Get Indiana*
But I think I love that corny, flat, mild, home of Letterman and Larry Bird. And Louis Armstrong’s ‘Indiana’ is well, swell.
Indiana voters gave me hope during the primaries when they refused to fall for the great gas-tax holiday hyped by McClueless and HRC. Senator Clinton won by less than 2% and, no matter what she said about being out-advertised, that state was Clinton-country to the bone, with a side of Evan Bayh. BTW, was she saying that you can buy the equivalent of 15 years of relentless familiarity w/just 5 months of advertising? That’s an insult to voters.
I am proud of my reddish brethren and curious enough to consider putting them on my Great Lakes Tour route. When, late on November 4 The Husband came tearing into my election night revery yelling, “Indiana Barb!”, I thought he was joking. My retort was, “can Montana be far behind?”. This was too unanticipated to appreciate on top of all the swing states going the right way too. It’s like your born-again ex-best friend finally realizing that banishing you to hell is really NOT what Jesus would do. Do you know what I mean? Indiana is sort of a tweener- really familiar and really, really far away. I didn’t think she was swinging, but when Ohio went early (6:18 PDT), I should have paid attention to her neighbor to the west, wedged up against Obama-vibe -emitter Illinois on the other side. As for my most cranky ancestral home-state of Ohio, her push-over status sealed the deal & we no longer needed the iffy Nevada or Colorado, just the more likely Iowa and New Mexico. Of course, none were iffy at all – big kiss to Nevada. I love a mystery and Indiana is that (and flat).
