I grew up around a farm. All of us, kids, cousins and uncles worked. We were self sufficient and knew how to get by.
Most of the farms are gone now...squeezed out when the factories moved in and everyone went to town to work. When grandpa died all the kids sold the family farms for easy cash.
Now, that all the factories have been 'deported', people have nothing to fall back on.
The young kids, for the most part, wouldn't work in a pie factory. The few farmers left are holding on by a thread and hiring the only people who still know how to work...Mexicans.
"The time for war has not yet come, but it will come and that soon, and when it does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Gen. T.J. Jackson, March 1861
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