Smittie, despite the fact that you're only 20 something, and by definition, don't know jack shit about fuck all, you seem to have an almost eerie fascination with the 1950's.
Computers? What the hell would farmers do with computers?
Do you know any farmers? I do. You know what they want?
Information.
Weather, crop prices, crop futures projections, suppliers, buyers, parts, equipment, veterinary advice, about a million other things, and yes, pictures of Brittany Spear's pussy on TMZ.
You spend your life on a tractor, you'll jack off to anything.
So, unless you like jizz in your Post Toasties, I suggest you get with fucking program, buy a goddamn calender, and let some corn making motherfuckers watch some porn.
Dickhead.
JC