Dumber 'n a box of rocks?

Certainly farmers are considered by some as not the most fertile 40 acres on the spread. Their world being the land of well, land. Their concerns are grounded literally. Dirt, water, plants, animals, poop, machinery, and especially weather are the tenets of the culture. Soft spoken, simple spoken, understated, fair, friendly, honest, loyal, hard working,dedicated and not easily driven to distraction can be considered some of the basic attributes of farmers. Of neccesity, they live in the country, often far from even the most rudimentary society and culture of some small half boarded up town. Their easy exterior and genuine two and three fingered wave from the steering wheel with the simultaneous subtle nod and slight smile could sure lead an outsider to think, 'My how trusting, what fools, how easy would it be to scam these folks'. And to be sure farmers have been scammed and led astray many times and in one case by none other than the kings of unfairness and underhanded, self-serving lowlifes, yes, the federal government. Just like how they had to make Hummers attractive to the U.S. public so they could get rid of the surpluses, also included in this list could be Jeeps from WWII thus inventing the 4 wheel drive craze that continues unabated to this day. Those little Willys are innocuous enough and it's only fair to mention that this is the same reason we have rafting the way we do, surplus rubber rafts from the greatest generation. I consider that a good thing. Post WWII saw farming transform on a national scale from natural handed down methods to hugely strictly chemically based. Thanks to yours truly, the U.S. government. Yields skyrocketed and one man could farm what would have taken a large family of boys only ten years earlier. Chemicals were introduced to the trusting and usually struggling farmers and poured into the industry cheaply and promoted maybe less than totally truthfully. Where do those chemicals go after they have been spread on the ground? After that rainstorm the other day, we were driving and saw something white ahead. It looked like snow. As we approached, we saw that it was a large jiggling blob of suds. You would have to call them suds. Like soapsuds. This one little culvert looked like an I Love Lucy overflowing washing machine skit. Chemicals. Lots of cancer hereabouts. I met two people fighting cancer in my two weeks there. Now that I think of it, I only met three people during my stay. Okay, I'm jumpin' from this soapbox and getting back to my main subject. Let's see if I can quit reveling in my grasp of language and simply make my long beleaguered point. That sentence is an ominous harbinger of this juggernaught I am being seduced by. Okay, geez. Not all farmers are dumb. The above mentioned attributes are highly commendable. My short experience taught me that ranch ingenuity is alive and well among farmers. Keeping herds of animals alive or acres apon acres of grain or corn or whatever? And some of the urbanites that streak by pushing the limits of their Subaru Tribeca couldn't keep a fish alive. Anyway, not my most coherent post but hey, lots of misspelled words (all since corrected)! This all came from the photo of the box of rocks.