My brother's life is the polar opposite of mine. I live comfortably in the Twin Cities with a corporate job and a six figure income. He still lives in the same small town we were raised. He's broke, constantly worried about how he'll pay his bills next month, has a fiancée who is nothing more than an incubator, and they have two kids and want more. He stands to lose way way more than I ever will with Donald Trump as President. Yet if you ask him what he think of everything that has transpired in the last few months, he would say he's never been happier. Why is that? Because to him, politics is like sports, where you must pick a side, and the side you choose can do no wrong, and the other side can do no right and are pure evil. He is as Republican as it gets, and he is happy because liberals are furious over what is happening. That is enough to assure him that things are great. The man's mood is literally driven by the misery of other people, people he never even interacts with. People whom, ironically, are pissed because Donald Trump is setting out to hurt people who are unfortunate, just like him!