CIA or no CIA,
I recall well what it was like in the part of
the northeastern US where I live.
My town is an exurb, if you like, that means that
it's a rather substantial drive from the town to
the megalopolis/behemoth that is greater Boston,
and yet there are commuters in my town who drive in that direction,
before sunrise, five days a week.

So this place is a combination of upwardly mobile singles and families,
with their politics and their ambitions,
with families who can't really afford to live like that
and who are envious and resentful.

And I can still hear the voices of the have-not adults.
Remember Saddam Hussein? and how Americans,
esp. rural/small-town white Americans, used to pronounce the name as
"sa-DAMN!". they would say it like an profanity,
"Sa-DAMN Hoo-sayn."

Years after that, the same men would go around saying --
"OH! BA-ma!"
in the same rhythm, the same accent and stress,
and making it sound just as profane.

Now you may guess, as I have,
who in these parts goes around wearing MAGA baseball caps --
not only those grown-ups, but their teenage, and older, children.