She would not have bombed Iran. She would not have illegally attacked Venezuela. She would not have destroyed the economy. She would not have pardoned criminals, drug traffickers, and traitors. She would not have supported Putin's Russia. She would not have slept in the Oval Office. She would not have an affected hand. She would not have cut the SNAP program. She would not have used the DOJ to attack her political enemies. She would not have given money to foreign countries. She would not have abandoned American farmers. She would not have prevented the release of the Epstein files. She would not have destroyed American democracy. She would not have trampled on the Constitution. She would not have abandoned the fundamental rights of citizens. She would not have deployed American soldiers against the American people. She would not have destroyed the White House. She would not have enriched her family through government influence. She would not have lied about her health records. She would not have played golf. She wouldn't have asked people to cheat in future elections. She wouldn't have said "Quiet piggy" to a female journalist. She wouldn't have invited Putin to Alaska. She wouldn't have appointed an administration of incompetents. She wouldn't have done everything Trump did.

All the large RW accounts screaming about a "rigged" CA election are nothing more than treasonous tribalists spewing falsely to help set the stage for Trump to justify midterm election shenanigans, so they can extend their grift more easily over the next two years.

Why couldn't trump just watch the NBA finals on TV at the White House like he did the Jan. 6 insurrection???

"I DIDN'T PROMISE ANYTHING." Oh, get fucked, Donald. Sincerely. Park your enormous orange arse, pour yourself a Diet Coke, and shut your cake-hole, because the rest of the class has the fucking tape. This week, with your precious little "Peace President" sandcastle getting pissed on by a hundred-day-old war in Iran, you waddled onto Meet The Press, looked Kristen Welker square in the eyes, and produced one of the most brazen, ball-grabbingly shameless pieces of horseshit ever uttered by a sitting president. "First of all," you said, "I didn't guarantee no war. Why would I have built the strongest military in the world?" And then the chef's-kiss, the diamond-encrusted turd at the top of the bullshit Christmas tree: as a candidate, "I didn't promise anything." ANYTHING. You lying sack of spray-tanned shit. You promised so hard and so often you should've copyrighted it and slapped it on a fucking hat. Here's you. Election night. November the 6th, 2024. Palm Beach. Victory speech. Stone cold sober-ish, no teleprompter gremlins, no deepfake, archived for all eternity by an actual presidential library so your grandkids can read it at the funeral: "They said, 'He will start a war.' I'm not going to start a war. I'm going to stop wars." Stop wars. STOP them. Your words, dickhead, falling out of your own mouth like wet chips out of a torn bag. Here's you again, Pennsylvania, 2024, working a crowd of decent battlers like an aluminium siding salesman who's just clocked a grieving widow with a healthy super balance: "I will not send you to fight and die in stupid foreign wars that never end. I will not send our sons and daughters to go fight for a war in a country that you've never heard of. We're not going to do it." And here's you in your 2021 farewell address, tonguing your own bumhole on the way out the door, "especially proud to be the first president in decades who has started no new wars." That's not a vibe, you malignant Cheeto. That's not some hazy bullshit you half-muttered at 3am on Truth Social. That is a documented, repeated, filmed, voter-rallying, hand-on-heart PROMISE that you've now decided simply never fucking happened, because Operation Epic Fury is grinding through its second hundred days, the petrol bowsers are spurting blood, and your peace-prize wank-fantasy is circling the dunny. And the best bit? The absolute crowning jewel of this clown shit? When Welker had the spine to read your own words back to you, you spat the dummy and walked the fuck out. "I've had enough, thank you darling." Threw the toys clean out of the cot, stormed off, and blamed the rain on the tin roof like a four-year-old who's just been told there's no more Maccas. You didn't break a promise, Donald. Breaking it would've taken a sliver of honesty. No. You're now standing there, war still burning, telling 340 million people you never said a fucking word, while the receipts sit in a federal archive with your greasy little fingerprints smeared all over them. Final tally, you gormless great sack of shit: One war you swore on your nan's grave you'd never start. ZERO promises you'll cop to. One TV interview abandoned mid-sentence like a coward fleeing his own reflection. The "stop wars" bloke. Starting wars. Then gaslighting an entire nation about ever knowing the words "stop" and "wars" existed. We've got the tape, champ. We've always had the fucking tape. And we will be playing it at full volume until the day they wheel you out feet first.