It is a place from the nightmares of America’s elite metropolitan progressives. A place where there is a steakhouse in every neighborhood. Where the favorite drink is called “the little redneck.” Where new Ford F-150s sell out as soon as they are offered by dealers. Where crowds gather to watch football on TV, with their cheers echoing blocks away when their team scores. Where Pentecostal street preachers and televangelists are gaining ever-more converts and political influence. A place whose history is defined by both cattle ranches and slave plantations. A place where courtesy and violence are two sides of the same coin. The perfect target for a boycott. Texas? No, Brazil. Brazil is like a southern-hemisphere Bizarro World version of the United States. As a sixth-generation Texan, when visiting Brazil I confess that I feel more at home than I do in the American Northeast or West Coast. Local television in Rio de Janeiro features several 24-hour channels devoted to rural issues. Agro …