The only thing worse than Trump are some of his fanboys. For example, /r/The_Donald is full of beta neckbeards roleplaying as alpha males. Here is a glimpse into future of an average wannabe Chad (as pilfered from /r/roastme):

Desperately trying to find someone to marry you so you can finally get your dick touched, you scrape the bottom of the barrel. Finally, you find a homely, equally desperate, 30-something divorcée. She already has three kids from her previous rocky marriage to her former high school sweetheart, and has little interest in fucking you. On the rare occasion she does, she is openly unsatisfied. You have no experience. No clue what you're doing. You'll never live up to her ex's performance, and she lets you know. She tells you: "He was a big ass but he also had a big dick." Her kids also resent you, and look forward to the weekends they can spend with their real father, and away from your sad, lifeless eyes and rants about "cucks" and "MAGA!!!" at the dinner table.

The sexual frustration slowly builds over the first few years, and you turn back to your old porn collection hidden under C:\Program Files (x86)\Music\Kid Rock\Best Of. You love it because these three minutes fap sessions permit you to zone out pointless job, your bitter wife, and your resentful stepchildren. Porn consumes you. Unfortuantely, you soon become desensitized to all your old fapping material, so you seek out kinkier and kinkier material. Your nickname might as well be Rule 34. You start paying for it, as Pornhub is no longer enough. Spending more and more, it becomes impossible to hide from your wife. After weeks of fighting, she finally tells some close friends. They tell their husbands. Soon, everyone in your neighborhood whispers about you. Your wife either leaves you, or, perhaps even worse, stays with you in a loveless, trustless marriage for the next three decades of your life. You eventually die, having had sex a grand total of perhaps 20 times, only leaving behind a wife who regretted being with you, a throng of step-kids who hate you, and family and now distant friends who are embarrassed by you. In your last minutes you reflect on your life. After reflecting on your lifetime of embarrassment and poor decision making, your final coherent thought is "But her emails....." It brings you little comfort as you fade, alone and naked, into the cold, black void that is death.