25.8.19

BACK TO COLLEGE.

Asked: "What is a farmers' market in a college town if not the place to get some smug with your artisanal cheese, or to buy a virtue signal with your free-range eggs, and all to the accompaniment of Bolivian folk music."

Answered.
A farmers market is a weekend staple across America during the warm weather months. It’s a community spot where you can buy local produce, foods, and crafts — maybe even listen to local music.

But in Bloomington, IN, fears of white supremacists infiltrating the organic produce caused a shutdown of their market.
Indiana's football team isn't much to write home about, and its basketball glory days are long gone.

The virtue-signalling, however, goes on, and on, and on.  Apparently, a farmer who publicly holds beliefs contrary to the Wokescolds must be shunned.
I certainly don’t know what Sarah Dye’s mindset is, and I might find much of her beliefs to be abhorrent. But she wasn’t promoting her cause, nor was she the one who began the ruckus. You can blame progressives for that. They were out to punish someone with whom they didn’t agree.
Never mind that the other farmers, whether of the woke persuasion, or a-political, or Purdue fans, also suffered a loss of business.
The Bloomington farmers market reopened last Saturday, with extra police, cameras, and a “larger comfort zone” for customers. Meanwhile, I hope those farmers affected by the shutdown — who had nothing to do with this — are still able to make some money after all their honest labor.
That gives me an idea: any place that has been rendered no fun to use because of protests or boycotts or redevelopment shall hereafter be called a "comfort zone."

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