Every single time I see generic people voting (economic) right wing this Futurama scene comes to mind:

Nixon: Alright, listen up, nitwits. Who here is tired of illegal space aliens taking our good Earth jobs? [The crowd cheers.] Me too! So if I'm re-elected, I promise to big a really big Dyson fence across the Southern border of our solar system. [The crowd cheers.] And furthermore, by golly, I promise to cut taxes for the rich and use the poor as a cheap source of teeth for aquarium gravel!

Fry: Yeah, that'll show those poor!

Leela: Why are you cheering, Fry? You're not rich!

Fry: True. But someday I might be rich, and people like me better watch their step!