Mexifornicating the Californicated

Victor Davis Hanson, a professor of classics at California State University, Fresno, writes often and writes well.  I have two of his books on ancient Greece.  He is the only author who has ever explained to me how difficult it was to wreak permanent agricultural devastation on a typical Greek city-state: Pulling out grape vines is exhausting, and chopping down mature olive trees is backbreaking—if not an exercise in futility—so hard is the wood.  Hoplite armies did not have the time or energy for such tasks.  Hanson understands these things because he is, in addition to being a professor, a farmer.  His own fields, near the San Joaquin Valley town of Selma, are now regularly damaged by illegal aliens from Mexico.  The Mexican illegals, says Hanson in Mexifornia, have careened off the road and plowed through his fences, crops, and trees, costing him thousands of dollars.  They have partied in his fields and left debris scattered far and wide.  They have stolen his farm tools and equipment.  They have pilfered the contents of his roadside mailbox.  They have even broken into his house.  Others have asked if they could rent his barn or an outbuilding as a “dormitory” for farm workers.  Hanson has learned that the rentals are invariably put to another use—the production of methamphetamine.

Illegal aliens use his rural road as the county...

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