I don't think the two are exclusive options. Wanting to believe that someone cares about you and is it taking care of everything in a way that maintains your sense of pride and self worth absolutely is a survival mechanism. Being a drug dealer who believes that Trump cares about you is pretty stupid by this point, though. I don't know. On the one hand, I absolutely see this a class issue at root. On the other hand is salt from daily interactions with vocal Trump supporters. That's where I'm at right now. I should probably nix facebook again.
It's real easy for me to be dispassionate out here on the Left Coast where the baseball-cap wearing potbellied 50-year-old men buying Budweiser are wearing these: I'll say this: I have a lot more faith in my common man in Seattle than I do in LA, and a lot more faith in both than I ever had in New Mexico. Salt builds up and ruins your cropland.
