Kevin Williamson leaped into the question by analyzing pick-up-truck ownership patterns in Houston, where apparently the usage is not authentically farm- or ranch-oriented. Neither is ours, of course; we just like having a tow vehicle you can cart stuff around in. I don't like driving it, and much prefer my SUV, which doesn't tow but works great for carting stuff around in. We all keep track of who owns a trailer around here who will loan it to us to haul anything really big.
Williamson's piece ends on a nice note, though, which I thought I'd quote here:
Our politics is less and less about using the clumsy machinery of the state to try to mitigate the effects of this or that problem, and more and more about what kind of people we are, what kind of people we aspire to be, and — not least, never least — what kind of people we hate: effete Santa Monica liberals who don’t know where their food comes from, small-minded prairie bigots who shop at Walmart and have never visited Europe. We have a keen understanding for the vices of those who are unlike us. Their virtues, less so.
But the farmers and the bankers need each other. It is a big country, and there is room for both. A few years ago, there was a controversial Republican political figure who spoke to this under rather more intense circumstances: “We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.”
The election of 2016 was divisive, to be sure. It wasn’t Appomattox. The Real America has been through worse.