Apparently, you’ve had some trouble figuring out who we are. I know it can be confusing. We’re a pretty large state, with a mostly Republican reputation. For the sake of your understanding, I’d like to walk you through an Indiana Voter’s day.
The Indiana Voter woke up late; he had a dream about wrecking his car again. In the dream, he was rescued by John Mellencamp. On meeting Mellencamp, the Indiana Voter shouted “Gah! I can’t escape you!” and ran away.
The Indiana Voter takes long, luxurious showers, but you’re not getting a picture of that.
The Indiana Voter cares about dental hygene.
The Indiana Voter makes his coffee in a French press because he used to work at a coffeeshop and feels that this method makes the most consistently delicious cup.
The Indiana Voter enjoys his coffee.
The Indiana Voter takes his laundry home to his parents’ house because he is still registered to vote at their address, despite the fact that he just graduated college after seven years. The Indiana Voter does this in his Grandma’s car because he wrecked his in February trying to go see his girlfriend in Tennessee.
The Indiana Voter thinks that this guy’s handmade sign is nice and to the point (and that the “M” is a nice approximation of the Gill Sans used in Obama’s official signage).
True to stereotype, the Indiana Voter’s path is frequently blocked by farm machinery.
The Indiana Voter meets his father at his house, to go vote together.
Never mind the appearance of a line. That’s just people talking. There are only 400 people in this Indiana Voter’s precinct, so he and his father voting at the same time marks the busiest point of the whole day – though 125 of the 400 had voted by noon.
The Indiana Voter voted, but was asked by poll workers to not take pictures inside the polling place. So he took this picture of names of people he didn’t vote for.
The Indiana Voter loves his mom.
The Indiana Voter ordered the soup and salad for lunch at the Asian Grill.
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