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.

Californian here. You stupid MAGA dipshits. Blue represents POPULATION DENSITY. The red represents VIRTUAL NOTHINGNESS. Hope this helps you dumb fucks out.

Remember: no judge or jury has found these boats were trafficking drugs. We're simply taking Trump's word for it. He’s unilaterally acting as judge, jury, and executioner. This is a danger to us all. pbs.org/newshour/world/fact-…

Donald Trump fell asleep multiple times in the Oval Office today. AGAIN. That’s why I’ve called for the 25th Amendment, and dozens of my colleagues have done the same. Donald Trump is unwell and must be removed from office. It’s a national security crisis.

One day we will look back on the murder of “60 Minutes” as one of the travesties of Trump’s reign. In the meantime, thank you Scott Pelley for telling the truth. Thank you, former “60 Minutes” producers, correspondents, and staff, for telling the truth. And now, we should boycott CBS. ms.now/news/scott-pelley-cbs…

In America today, we rank 34th out of 35 countries in childhood poverty and millions of children are food insecure. Maybe, just maybe, my Republican colleagues would consider holding a single hearing about how we improve the lives of American kids.

Bob Hope performed within mortar range every Christmas for twenty-three years. The man America dismissed as a harmless joke-teller voluntarily saw more front-line combat than most generals. Christmas Day, 1967. Long Binh base, South Vietnam. Hope was mid-punchline when the first rocket hit the perimeter. The explosion shook the stage. Soldiers in the front rows dropped flat. Military police moved toward Hope's position. Protocol was clear. Evacuate the performer. Get him to a bunker. Hope did not move. He waited for the noise to stop, looked at the audience, and said, "If they're going to shoot, at least they'll get the best audience in the world." The soldiers laughed. He continued the show. He had been doing this since 1941. That first audience was a few hundred servicemen at March Field in California, months before Pearl Harbor. Hope told jokes. The men laughed. He looked at their faces and understood something no agent or studio executive had ever told him: these men needed to laugh more than any civilian audience ever would. By 1943, he was performing in North Africa. By 1944, he was in the South Pacific. By 1950, Korea. By 1964, Vietnam. He went where the war went. He flew on military transports. He slept on cots. He ate what the soldiers ate. He performed on aircraft carriers, jungle clearings, hospital wards, and forward operating bases close enough to the fighting that his crew could hear small arms fire during the shows. He brought women. That was deliberate. Ann-Margret, Raquel Welch, Joey Heatherton, Jayne Mansfield. Hope understood that a woman in a sequined dress standing on a plywood stage in the middle of a war zone was the closest thing to home most of those soldiers would see for months. The laughter when the women appeared was different from the laughter at his jokes. It was relief. The military never ordered him to go. No contract required it. He funded portions of the trips himself. He turned down holiday specials, family Christmases, and network money every December for twenty-three consecutive years because he had decided that Christmas belonged to the soldiers. At his final USO show in 1990, after the Persian Gulf deployment began, he was eighty-seven years old. A reporter asked why he kept going. Hope said he didn't have a complicated answer. "I looked at them, they laughed at me, and it was love at first sight." He performed for over eleven million servicemen and women across four wars. Nobody asked him to. He went anyway. Every Christmas. For twenty-three years.