How to Help the Mexican People: Fight the Mexican Government


Mexico’s ruling class is deeply complicit in the current border crisis—as is our own. Until we address “friendly fire”, we cannot win on the front line.

Mexico could be the twenty-first century’s energy dynamo. Its offshore oil reserves have scarcely been tapped. The vast Chihuahuan Desert could be a gold mine of solar power. The nation has two extensive coastlines where wave- or tidal-energy could be collected and stored. Central Mexico possesses very active volcanoes which geothermal technology is almost prepared to harness. Once we learn how to store and to export such energy resources (and those capabilities are well within reach, as opposed to—say, nuclear fusion), the Mexican economy could dominate everything below the Thirtieth Parallel.

I have had professional engineers shoot down my own favorite idea repeatedly—but I stick by it in principle. (Engineers, on the whole, are not a terribly creative bunch.) Every year, tropical rains dump tons of water on Mexican cities like Vera Cruz that face the Caribbean. This is fresh water—potable, good for irrigation—that simply runs off into the sea after inflicting millions of dollars in flood damage. I have always wondered why some of the outrushing water could not be bridled (in a series of artificial waterfalls) to pump the remaining water to storage tanks at higher elevations. These reserves could later be siphoned off to the northern deserts, where they would create a cornucopia of agricultural productivity surpassing the Napa Valley. Okay, even if the physics don’t work… why could not at least some of the water be collected atop tall buildings and towers equipped, every one, with a retractable kind of sombrero that would reach out during storms? Mere gravity could convey the collected rainfall farther inland through a series of viaducts, where vehicles dedicated to irrigation would have a much shorter journey to thirsty fields.

Mexico, of course, used to be a tourist destination of preference. Nobody that I know still travels there for a vacation: the risk of being kidnapped by gangs or fleeced by the police is too great. The solution to such issues, as well as to many others that affect law-abiding Mexicans directly, is private ownership of weapons. Gangsters and corrupt officials alike would have to relinquish their reign of terror if ordinary shopkeepers and small farmers could resist incidents of armed intimidation with equal force. Frankly, a Mexican populace that collectively looked to its own resources as the first line of domestic defense would produce a much better pool of potential American citizens than the mass of cowed, secretive, patronage-seeking waifs that currently floods our southwestern states; though, as to that, Mexican refugees would cease to pour across our border if they had the ability to stand on their own feet and protect their families and property.

There is nothing unviable about the nation of Mexico, in short. There is no reason a priori why her people cannot be prosperous, happy, and deep-rooted. The causes of the present upheaval are all man-created and, beyond that, villain-created. “Cartel culture” so thoroughly infuses Mexican political, judicial, and custodial institutions (i.e., the cops and the military—not janitors) that foreign investors and industrial pioneers want nowhere near the place. Even the already-booming oil industry is often brought to a standstill by labor strikes and the demagoguery of class-baiting politicians. This same crew of scoundrels and scalawags punishes private possession of a firearm with measures reminiscent of the Hanoi Hilton lest society devolve into wild vigilantism. The truth is that Mexico needs some frontier justice. So do we. A lot of elected members on both sides of the Bravo deserve to be hanging from a tree.

The foregoing is why I am put instantly out of patience by “men of the cloth” and others who style themselves the “conscience of society” when they invoke our Christian obligation to receive Mexico’s poor illegally and unconditionally into our land. I wonder how Pastor X would respond if he came home to find my family in his kitchen grazing out of his refrigerator. “You need to share,” we would say. “You have much more than we do. And next time you go to the store, get more Doritos.”

We indeed have an obligation to assist the poor and the suffering: true. In the case of Mexico, I have outlined just a few of the various means through which we might do this. Security is the first order of business, the sine qua non; and our present regime is so far from pressuring Mexico’s to adopt the Second Amendment that it has chosen, instead, to run guns to Mexican thugs as a way of terminating our own gun rights. There is pretty nearly nothing we can do at the moment, then, to help Mexico, because Mexico—as personified in her government—is completely resistant to helping herself. Two of her biggest industries are exporting substances banned in our country for quick sale and exporting her destitute to send money home from our country in the event that they get off our public welfare long enough to perform grunt labor for some robber-baron employer. Mexico, in the person of her governing class, is not our friend. As for helping an enemy… we’ve always done that very well; but first we have to win the war.

In a sense, I believe we “owe” Mexico. When we completed the Hoover Dam in 1936, we gave no thought (speaking of “us”, once again, as a rather loathsome collection of elected officials and deep-pocketed insiders) to the Mexican farms and fishing villages downriver. The Colorado River estuary shifted from a fertile wetland to a brackish waste within half a dozen years. I recently watched a documentary about the construction of the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball stadium in Chavez Ravine—a strong-arm venture that evicted hundreds of Mexican-Americans from their ancestral homes through use of Imminent Domain, and often without any compensation. I can well understand why some Mexicans claim that “reparations” are due.

The sad thing is that those who really deserve a helping hand from Lady Justice aren’t around any longer. They almost never are. The French have a saying: ce sont toujours les mêmes gens qui se font tuer—“the same people keep getting themselves killed.” Yes, and the same type of demagogue always climbs up on their corpses to demand justice while mapping out a lucrative path to power for himself.

Right now, we must address the facts before us: if true justice ever comes for previous generations, it comes in another, better world. At this historical instant, the best way for Americans to assist the nation of Mexico is to oppose the efforts of her corrupt and incompetent leadership to brush problems north of the river. This is rendered particularly difficult by the presence in our own nation of leadership not only corrupt and incompetent, but devious and malign.

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