The ones I've known are generally an assholy bunch who go out of their way to be less than pleasant. They have this strange idea that the world owes them a standard of living simply because they're white and male. They despise DEI, since consciously or unconsciously they view it as additional competition for what they think they're owed due to their race and gender. But their masculinity is extremely fragile for a number of reasons, and they find crutches in guns, pickup trucks they can't possibly afford, fishing boats with ginormous motors they can't possibly afford and so on.
They find themselves in tough financial straits partially due to the fact they slept through much of high school. I remember. I was there. They had no real ambition beyond that, refused to learn life's lessons, made the same dumb mistakes over and over, and take no personal responsibility. Why should they? Being white and male should take care of all that for them. No physical work or cognitive effort required. Oh, but they're quick to point who they perceive as being lazy, yet have rarely put in a decent days work in their lives. Their health is as much a shambles as their finances, since they smoked a pack or more a day for 30+ years and have eaten a diet made up of mostly crap all that time. Yet they blame everyone and everything else for their own failures in initiative and good sense.
But Donny is their savior! He'll make things right and put them back on top like their white, male fathers and grandfathers! The way the world should be in their minds. But no, they'll continue to wallow in self inflicted pain and self pity. And die young. The fate of many old high school compadres and extended family members I've known who were swallowed by the orange cult. A pathetic bunch. Sure, in some ways life, particularly economics, was tougher for us than our parents. But who ever said life owed us a damn thing?