Savoring

As I lie here typing, I savor the final hours before I decide whether or not I need to move out of the country.

I’m very much perplexed by how America has turned from a “vote for the best candidate” Democracy to a “vote for the person least like the one I hate, and, oh, btw, they have to be in one of these two political parties” Democracy.

I was inspired to write this when a friend of mine answered one of my comments to her post supporting Trump like this:

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I’m sorry, what? Why?

Voting for president is supposed to be a step taken towards progress. After four years of watching the country decline and begin to turn on itself, I was hoping that the new president would be someone who I could take seriously and who would take all the issues seriously. Instead, we have Mrs. Clinton who looks down on all others and looks out for numero uno, and Mr. Trump who might have good intentions, but his pride disable him from taking the right action. I mean, come on people! The WikiLeaks of Clinton’s emails should be enough to discourage anyone from voting for her. And Trump’s supporters’ Purge-like mindset sometimes worries me more than he does, never mind the fact that he can’t seem to remember the fact that all he says is recorded so people notice when he changes his stances around. The man has hidden intentions! Also, does no one else know that there is a petition to keep him out of the UN? I’d sign it in a heart-beat because I feel like he could start an unnecessary war with anyone by opening his big, tactless mouth.

Let’s not even get into the fact that Trump actually supported Clinton before all this: “Donald Trump jumped into the crowded and rowdy Republican presidential field on Tuesday, but the business magnate has astutely played both sides of the aisle for years, and has been especially cozy — financially and personally — with Hillary Clinton.

Clinton, the Democratic front-runner and former New York senator who had some say over policy that could have impacted Trump’s vast business dealings, received donations from both him and son Donald Trump Jr. on separate occasions in 2002, 2005, 2006 and 2007, according to state and federal disclosure records.” (Politico)

I know Hillary, and I think she’d make a great President.” – Donald Trump, 2008 (Huffington Post)”

Furthermore, neither seem to be too concerned about issues that need to be addressed now: the Keystone XL Pipeline for one. I’ve seen countless videos on Facebook about it over the weeks and my heart goes out to all the Native Americans fighting for what is rightfully theirs. The comments I found from the two candidates concerning this issue date back to 2012/2013 (Trump) and September of last year (Clinton). And according to Grist, Clinton has been avoiding the issue for years: “When asked about her views on Keystone at a New Hampshire event earlier this month, she said, “If it is undecided when I become president, I will answer your question.” So there.” However, she apparently took a stand a month after that (September 2015) saying she was against it. Trump was obviously for it, back in January 2012: “Trump called President Barack Obama‘s rejection of the Keystone XL pipeline “disgraceful.” Trump added, “Frankly, we don’t need Canada. We should just be able to drill our own oil. As long as it’s there we certainly should have approved it. It was jobs and cheaper oil.”” However, what does he think now?

Honestly, watching these two’s debates is like watching two spoiled four-year-olds go at it. Why have we put ourselves through over a year of this hubris-fueled malarkey?

The real question: why is everyone so adverse to voting third-party?!

In an attempt to answer my own question, I asked Google. While one source I found encouraged third-party voters to vote for Clinton (“I support third parties and have voted for a few. But this is not the election to cast a presidential vote that way… A swing of even 1-2 percent of third party voters to Trump or Clinton may decide the election.“Huffinton Post) another (Free Press) encouraged third-party voters to stand by their beliefs, saying that when you take the defensive vote and choose the lesser of two evils, you are making yourself a “political prostitute.”

The lesser of two evils is still evil. Furthermore, we don’t know which of these two is really less evil. I’m a Christian, so I’m usually automatically with anyone who is Pro-Life, given that their other principles are similar to mine. Usually that person is a Republican. But please don’t misunderstand. I don’t associate with any particular party. Each candidate associates with a party, but they are not that party. Exhibit A: Trump. The Republican politicians do not fully support him. They probably think he’s mad. They’re probably not wrong.

Unfortunately, I’m too young to cast a vote. Just as unfortunate, it’s the few hours of voting, so maybe this whole spiel is lost on all of you. But I think this is will help someone out there make an informed, independent decision.

Nashville Farmers’ Market||From My View

Day II: Kids’ Craft Area
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A sunnier morning than my previous visit, today was a perfect example of an autumn day. At least it was from my perspective.
Setting up the Kids’ Craft Area, I was surrounded by fall’s favorite color: orange. Now, I normally dislike that color, but having such a warm, autumnal feeling really helped the kids get in touch with their inner artist. As I was setting up, one woman passed by amd commented on pumpkin painting, “I do this all the time with my grandkids; it’s really fun.” I myself painted two pumpkins and loved watching the kids paint. The before pictures of the Craft Area:

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I unfortunately don’t have a picture of the mess that the table became, but I do have some pictures of the pumpkins some kids painted.
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And here are my two pumpkins:
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Each child has a different style: one boy bent down low to get eye-to-eye with his scary-faced pumpkin, one girl painted hers white with tiny black polkadots, while another girl (a cheerful little ray of sunshine) went psychadelic with her pumkin before experimenting with colors and finally painting the whole pumpkin periwinkle. In the end the whole table was one giant mess of paint splatters, but I went home smiling after being able to be a part of such a fun activity with some lovely kids.

Also, if you’re ever down in shed two, see if Linda is cooking donuts. They were divine sustenance and perfect for such a cold day.

Nashville Farmers’ Market||From My View

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Turning onto Rosa L. Parks Boulevard, the first part of it you’ll probably notice are the sculptures of giant corn ears in the front. When you actually step inside, just like a couple that I passed, you’ll probably be thinking, “This place is huge!” And it’s true.

Stepping into the Market House is like dipping your toe into a different country with each step. Nevermind that the International Market does have items from around the world. Each restaurant in the Market House has its own unique feel, from Chinese food to Mexican food, crepes to po’boys,

Stepping out the side door to the outdoor market into the brisk October air, you have but to look ahead to see your next adventure. Color after color gives you the feeling that you’re no longer in the bustling city of Nashville, Tennessee: you’re now in the pumpkin patch or wading through miles of farmland. Though the air is chilly, the warmth of the vendors’ smiles and the vibrant colors give off a warm feeling. You can’t help but smile back.
Their produce is quite similar while still having their own personalities. I strolled past several vendors selling pumpkins. “It doesn’t matter. Every pumpkin is just like another.” Right? Until you come here. Big, small, orange, yellow, white, green, or grey. Some “so weird-looking that they’re beautiful,” in the words of one woman I passed. Others are dressed up in time for Halloween.

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Then there are the samples. Not many vendors do this since most just sell vegetables. But the ones that do, their food is divine. The cheese is aged to perfection, tangier than anything you’d find in a store. The spicy pork comes on strong and ends with a bang–this coming from someone who doesn’t like really spicy foods.wpid-2015-10-03-10.13.16.jpg.jpegwpid-2015-10-03-10.14.30.jpg.jpegwpid-2015-10-03-10.13.43.jpg.jpeg

 

This is the wonderful experience your senses will receive when you step into the Nashville, TN Farmers’ Market. As for you yourself… well, this is something that you’ll have to experience in person.