Riding Herd Saying things that need to be said. July 15, 2021 • www.aaalivestock.com
Volume 63 • No. 7
The Herd Shot Around The World BY LEE PITTS
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ersonally, I blame Thomas Loren Friedman for the mess we’re in. I really doubt if the BIG 4 meatpackers would be making as much as $1,000 per head gross profit, while the American cowman was disappearing faster than a dozen donuts at a branding, if the three-time Pulitzer Prize winner hadn’t written a book in 2005 called The World Is Flat. In the bestselling book the columnist for The New York Times predicted that in the 21st century globalization would be the order of the day. He got the title, The World Is Flat from his belief that in the 21st century the world would be a level playing field in terms of commerce, wherein all competitors (except labor) would have an equal opportunity.
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Friedman the “Flatist” believed that country borders would become increasingly irrelevant and companies, will increasingly become part of a large, complex, global supply chain extending across the globe. Friedman’s book became the bible for the globalists and the biggest cheerleader for globalism criticized anyone who resisted these changes. Uh, that would include me. As I read the book in 2005 I got madder with each passing page. Friedman preached on TV talk shows that America must export our manufacturing jobs to lower paying countries like India where the average hourly wage was 40 cents per hour and China where it was two dollars per hour, while the average wage in the United States at the time was $20 plus $1.24 in Social
A person who agrees with all your palaver is either a fool or he’s gettin’ ready to skin ya.
Security tax. Friedman wrote that the average engineer in the U.S. in 2005 made $90,000 per year while in India, an engineer made $12,000. Friedman predicted that ours would increasingly become a “service economy” where we all survived by waiting on each other. This outsourcing would not be limited to labor but to agricultural commodities, meaning we’d buy our food from wherever it was produced the cheapest. One problem that became obvious immediately was that the countries we were dealing with are definitely NOT free traders. Their goal is to grab as much foreign currency as they can through trade. Friedman went to India where he learned that the folks who work in Indian call centers adopt western names, take “accent neutralization classes” and made $90 a month. He predicted that anything that could be
outsourced would be and he gave an example of a trial in a Missouri McDonald’s where orders in the drive-through were handled by a call center in India. Friedman urged anyone who owned an American based company that made anything to “get out now or bleed to death.” He predicted that we’d have thousands of “sunset industries” in America that would completely die off. One of those industries could be the beef business. It’s no coincidence that we’ve lost half our producers since globalization became all the rage because it turns out, one person’s economic liberation can be another man’s unemployment. If Thomas Friedman showed up to give a speech these days at a union meeting or a county cattleman’s confab about all the wonders of globalization he’d likely be tarred and feathered. How has globalization worked out? The International
A Failure of Policy is Endangering Ranching Families along the Border BY DALENE HODNETT, DIRECTOR OF COMMUNICATIONS & MEDIA RELATIONS Reprinted courtesy of the New Mexico Farm & Livestock Bureau
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I was riding back in our mountain country by myself, riding up an often-used canyon and I was looking for cattle up on the slopes and my horse stopped to pee. I looked down in front of me and there were four men in hunting camo and black masks that were brushed up under a juniper and it boogered me and I kind of jumped…I could see that they had carpet shoes on and big bundles stashed behind them and I had to ride right past them because the canyon walls were so steep. They never blinked, never moved, never made a sound, they just stared at me.” This is just one of the stories Erica Valdez shares about how life has changed along the border as drug and human smuggling has increased dramatically. Erica’s ranch is south of Lordsburg near Animas and she is aware of drug smuggling activity on a daily basis. Whether through dangerous interactions such as the one described, trash left at spotter camps, or damaged water systems, she and her family are paying the price of our nation’s failed immigration policy.
Forum On Globalization reported that “Globalization has benefitted transnational corporations over workers; foreign investors over local businesses; and wealthy countries over developing nations. They proclaim globalism as the model that is the rising tide that will lift all boats. But instead it is lifting all yachts.”
Hoodwinked In April the USDA called for public comments to help the Biden Administration “transform America’s food system by increasing durability and resilience within U.S. food supply chains.” In response R-CALF’s CEO, Bill Bullard, wrote a brilliant letter to USDA Secretary Tom Vilsack in which he identified the two things that are causing today’s crisis in the U.S. cattle industry: packer concentration and globalization. According to Bullard, the percentage of imports that comprise America’s total available beef supply has doubled from 10 percent of total beef supplies in the early 1980s to above 20 percent today. “These undifferentiated beef imports from around the world function as substitutes for U.S. cattle and beef and cause the exodus of U.S. beef cattle operations, shrinkage of the U.S. cattle continued on page two
Russell Johnson’s ranch runs for eight miles along the international boundary and he shares Erica’s frustration. “This ranch has been in our family since 1918 and I’m the fourth generation. This is a great place to ranch, and the border wall was going to provide us with some relief, but unfortunately it didn’t get finished and we’re left with bits and pieces and now it’s increasing the flow of traffic that’s coming through our ranch.” The portion of the wall that was not completed transitions to Normandy barriers and then to a barbed wire fence (which the Johnsons are charged with maintaining) that for a half mile serves as the barrier between Mexico and the United States. This has created a funnel right through the Johnson ranch and the resultant traffic destroys fencing meant to keep cattle from wandering to neighboring ranches or Mexico. It’s not just the fences that need constant repair, it’s the water systems as well. Amanda Keeler’s ranch is eight miles north of the border, near Hachita. She explains that immigrants looking for water often break off the tank floats leaving the water running. This drains the system and leaves her cattle without water, a dangerous situation in New Mexico’s desert heat. To hear more of the interviews with Erica, Russell and Amanda, search YouTube for NMFarmBureau for our channel. Recently, NMF&LB joined all 50 state Farm Bureaus and Puerto Rico in sending a letter urging the Biden administration to address the surge of undocumented immigrants continued on page four
by LEE PITTS
Genetically Unemployable
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can’t stand being told what to do. Been that way all my life. I can’t work for other people and that worked out just fine because no one has ever wanted too desperately to hire me. I’ve never handled people with authority well and that’s why for the past 40 years I’ve been self-employed and believe me, there’s been several times I felt like firing myself. I haven’t filled out a resume in 45 years, never taken a day of unemployment, and I’ve never run out of work. I started my career early in life mowing lawns, delivering papers and dusting furniture for my Grandpa in his furniture shop, all before I was 12. By far, my Grandpa was the best boss I ever had. He gave me a shiny silver dollar every Friday and I sure wish I’d have kept them. I worked in the oil fields for three summers to help self-finance my college education and I did have a good boss one summer who everyone called Timmy. He was a quiet, elderly gent who was about five and a half feet tall and built like a piece of rebar. And just as strong. Timmy was the only boss in the oilfields who seemed interested in teaching me things. I’d been on similar A-frame trucks with other bosses in other summers but mostly what those bosses did was try to stay out of radio range of the BIG BOSS so he wouldn’t know my boss was taking a nap or “reading” a magazine full of scantily clad women. I also had a fabulous boss on the cattle ranch I worked for during high school but I never really considered him a boss because he was more like a father. And that’s the sum total of good bosses I’ve had. One of the worst was my first. I was the only gringo on a Hispanic crew picking lemons and oranges and I learned an early lesson that racism can work both ways. With citrus you had to cut the stem right next to the fruit or the sharp stems would damage the other fruit in the big wooden boxes. You’d stack your boxes at the head of a row, write your number (mine was 13) on the box and fill it from the sack that hung around your neck. If you didn’t clip your stems the boss would yell at you to come to your boxes and go through every box
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