By John Paul Meenan, Crisis Magazine - The migrant caravan is like something out of a future, apocalyptic dystopia—or to go back in time, perhaps an image from Exodus—where thousands of men, women, and children trudge a thousand miles under the hot tropical sun across hot tarmac and dirt roads, hoping to just fall down on America’s doorstep, looking for opportunities not to be found in the failed, crumpled, venal, socialist states from which they hail.