It’s official: Donald Trump has been sworn in as President of the United States. The left is upset, naturally. Men in New York are still sporting black armbands. Meryl Streep feels the need to give a full-throttle whinge when accepting her Golden Globe lifetime achievement award. If you’re a dyed-in-the-wool liberal, you’re likely not feeling too great about things.

Buck up. The Trump Administration is going to be one for all Americans.

Don’t be surprised if in four years you’re counting yourself among the most die-hard supporters of President Trump. Here’s why.

Sadly, Amanda Palmer became the person to introduce this idea to the masses, but if nothing else, there’s going to be some good punk rock made under Trump.

Don’t Like Trump’s Movement? Be Glad He Won
In the ’90s, there were the Buchanan Pitchfork Brigades, a harmless collection of folk who carried pitchforks to rallies as a symbol of “storming the castle.” Then came the Tea Party movement. These guys weren’t carrying pitchforks to rallies. They skipped the symbolism and went right for open-carrying AR-15s. The Trump movement has for the most part eschewed weaponry and indeed, violence—nearly all reports of Trump “hate crimes” turned out to be hoaxes.

What would have happened if Trump lost? Nothing, at first, I’m sure. A lot of grumbling and grousing, but no real action. Certainly not rioting in the streets. Over the long term? I don’t have a crystal ball, but I don’t think the issues Trump ran on (trade, immigration and the impact of globalization on communities) were going to be addressed by Hillary Clinton. If anything, I think her administration would have been a four-year end zone dance, rubbing Middle America’s nose in shit at every possible opportunity.

Here’s the problem with that: Liberal, big-city America is poking a bear in the nose and hoping it stays friendly. You’re scared of guns, can’t grow food and you’ve never met your neighbors. The flyovers have all the weapons, military training and arable land. They also supply you with electricity in the form of coal.

So keep agitating them if you like, but at least know a four-year respite is in your best interests. Throwing the angry masses a bone is a pretty solid survival strategy right now.

Don’t Like Hillary? Be Glad She Lost
There are some fairly insane rumors that Hillary Clinton is planning another go. I sort of doubt it, but I’d love it to happen. I can’t think of a more fitting humiliation than Clinton going down in flames a third time.

If you’re a Clintonista, that’s bad news. If you’re a Bernie Bro, it’s good news. Why? Because while you might have to endure four years of Donald Trump, you can also rest assured that the Democratic Party will never nominate anyone like Hillary Clinton ever again. It’s not that the power of the donor class has been broken. It’s just that they’re not going to take another show with someone who is quite so nakedly a puppet of global elites, bankers, international war enthusiasts and everyone else who forced her on the party.

There will be an establishment-backed candidate in the next Democratic primary. At the very least they’re going to have to run someone who pretends to be Bernie Sandersesque while taking their money. That’s going to give you and yours a lot more room to operate within the party. While the establishment runs to the left, trying to court Trump voters and Bernie Bros alike, you’ll have a lot greater chance of getting someone addressing the issues that Sanders ran on, without all the Clinton baggage.

And hey, you heard it here first: The candidate of wonkish “competency” and “solutions” will go down in flames faster than you can say “Martin O’Malley.”

If he can get real unemployment down below 8 percent, he’s going to coast to a second term. If the gambit pays off in the form of a booming economy for the whole of two terms? That doesn’t just get him a second term, it gets his daughter elected.

Punk Rock’s About to Get Great Again
Sadly, Amanda Palmer became the person to introduce this idea to the masses, but if nothing else, there’s going to be some good punk rock made under Trump.

I grew up in the hardcore scene in the ’90s. It was dismally unfun. Something about a Democratic administration is a signal to punk rockers to double down on all the worst kinds of groupthink, thought policing and political correctness. The Obama Administration wasn’t much better, though I’m admittedly not as much in the loop as I used to be. Most of the interaction I have with punk rock these days comes from a Facebook page I run, which seems to have selected most of the snowflakes out and the shitlords in.

The bottom line is, if you want something to complain about, Trump is going to give it to you. Pick up a guitar.

You’re Actually Going to Like How He Governs, Though
Steven Bannon, former editor of Breitbart and a man with Trump’s ear, is bullish on the prospect of remaking the nation in Trump’s image. For him this means a massive infrastructure spending project and a protective tariff. If this gambit pays off, Bannon believes that we will be living in a Trumpist nation for the next 50 years.

Economics is a little above my pay grade. I don’t know if what Bannon has apparently convinced Donald Trump to do is going to be a total disaster or lead us into a new golden age or somewhere in the middle. What I do know, however, is that if he can get real unemployment down below 8 percent, he’s going to coast to a second term in a landslide. If the gambit pays off in the form of a booming economy for the whole of two terms? That doesn’t just get him a second term, it gets his daughter elected.

Ultimately, elections are decided by stomachs, not by brains. If you’re working, making decent coin and living in stable, crime-free communities, you’re less concerned with things like whether or not your president made fun of a disabled reporter (he didn’t, by the way) and other manufactured media outrages. You might hang your head a little when people bring him up, you might lie to your friends about voting for him, but vote for him you will if he takes steps to improve your life.