My wife came into the room while I was watching this fiasco and asked if my middle finger would eventually get tired as I held it up before the TV while yelling words I do not usually use. She suggested I turn it off which I did.
In my house, everyone, kids included, are conditioned to immediately look for the TV remote the second that asshat comes on the air to change it to something else. The rule is that the closest one to the remote has to do it and do it right away. Cussing him out, though optional, is always done. So often, in fact, that we have abbreviations now for streams of invective that we use so we can resume family conversation earlier.
We never did this for any other President, even Clinton.
We yell and throw popcorn. Popcorn doesn't break the TV.