Good Luck, Indiana!

Indiana, how very Van Gogh.

I crossed the country 5 times by car when I was a kid and passed through Indiana on four of those trips. It’s a little unfair to say that Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Iowa are boring states but I just can’t remember much about them except straight roads and a hynotically homogenous landscape. I think I might have left a bathing suit in a motel bathroom in Indiana. The pool was nice, that much I remember.

Other than that? Fields and fields of fields. So, you know, Indiana doesn’t have much going for it to begin with.

Now, it has even less.

Well, at least the religious fundamentalists who were violently oppressed by female pro-contraceptive guerrillas and gay men demanding wedding cakes can sleep peacefully at night now. They can unbar their barn doors and beat their swords into ploughshares, which are much more useful in Indiana.

You’re free! Free!, I say!

(Let’s not go to Indiana, it’s a silly place.)