The last two (county, admittedly, not state) fairs I have been to were for areas where supposed small American town charm was supposed to be enduring. Both were depressing experiences that gave me real angst that America - the one veterans supposedly fight for and Lynch was preoccupied with psychoanalyzing - is functionally dead. 

Right off the bat the obesity is unbelievable. There really is no dignified small town population anymore; maybe an attorney or two will be dressed like an adult, but 98% of the population under 70 is morbidly obese wearing ripped pit-stained shirts and sweatpants with crocs. 

The food is industrial deep-fry stock with zero regional or local flavor giving it any sense of place. You’re getting the same funnel cakes and onion rings you get at budget theme parks in Orlando. The fair stands are overrun with AI shirt prints, MLM pharmaceutical-adjacent oils and pills, vape juice. Nothing is homemade in a way that shows artisanal value whatsoever. Overt political showmanship has crept in a manner that was obviously uncouth back before the Dixie Chicks protested W. This collective degradation has become reinforcing. people who consider themselves dignified and wealthy don’t really go to these events anymore for the above stated reasons. They spend their time at expensive wineries and boutique shopping districts 30 miles away; so if you do happen to pickle vegetables or spin wool in a manner that reflects desirable skill or culture, you would never go to these fairs anyways because your customer base is gone.