The forgotten men and women of the Canadian energy industry are mad as hell and not taking it anymore. They’re protesting in their trucks and it’s spreading. Whenever I go to New York City, which is as seldom as possible, I drive. My vehicle is a Ford F-150 and, although it’s the most popular one in America, I stand out like a shiny red apple in a basket of lemons. At least that’s the analogy I f…