Oh man, you really should have stopped to think about your beloved orange Republican daddy before you tried that line. He's the king of resentment.
He is a non-stop gigafactory of manufactured, whining victimhood. He can't get into a speech on anything at all without swiftly bawling about the biased press and the stolen election and witch hunts and people thinking MLK had a bigger crowd and ungrateful Republicans and it's unfair that Biden quit and unfair Kamala is half black and unfair he even has to fight an election at all.
And when he occasionally touches on actual policy, he's vomiting forth a vast, toxic flood of resentment, about how Latin American drug dealers are going to pour across the border and rape your wives and turn your great, once-white nation brown, and black "welfare queens" are going to use the government to steal all your money, and they're going to take away your guns and your free speech and blah blah blah, and...
...you and your guys, you're loving it. You love feeding on that resentment, playing the victim, ratcheting up the fear and anger and outrage. Without resentment, a Trump rally would be a badly-dressed, overweight billionaire walking on stage, saying "It's great to see you, Cincinnati, the governor, he's a great guy, big supporter of me, we'd had our differences, he'd be nothing without me, I know him really well, we get on great" and then immediately walking off the stage again and the lights going out.