Translation: Our incessant bitching about everything the man does (and the shoes his wife wears) is playing only to Antifa and the gray-haired hippie moonbats in their Subarus with the multicolored peace signs on the back doors. We’ve lost everyone else.
Corollary: I am looking out for my own hide. Maybe if I play nicer with Trump I can bargain my way out of residing in a prison within the next 4 years.