Katie Porter Leads Bizarre Expletive-Riddled Chant at Dem Convention

In a moment that perfectly captured the intellectual and moral bankruptcy of today’s Democratic Party, former Rep. Katie Porter took the stage at the California Democratic Convention this weekend and did what any serious statesman would do: she whipped out her trademark whiteboard and scrawled “F**k Trump” in big black letters for the cheering delegates to chant back at her.

Porter, currently one of several Democrats clawing for the chance to follow Gavin Newsom’s disastrous reign as governor, flipped the board toward the crowd at the Moscone Center and demanded they repeat the message. They obliged with gusto. “F**k Trump!” echoed through the hall as the party that once pretended to stand for civility and “decency” devolved into a profanity pep rally.

This wasn’t an isolated outburst. Just days earlier, Lieutenant Governor of Illinois Juliana Stratton, who is running in a crowded Democratic Senate primary, unleashed a television ad so drenched in F-bombs it required multiple bleeps just to air. The ad features supporters, including Sen. Tammy Duckworth, repeatedly declaring “F**k Trump, vote Juliana.” Stratton herself then appears on camera with a sly grin saying, “They said it, not me.”

What does this say about the modern Democrat party? In 2026, the surest way for a Democrat to show resistance to the big bad Trump administrations is to let other people curse like sailors while winking at the camera or brandishing a whiteboard. Apparently, the left has decided that vulgarity equals toughness. Forget policy. Forget solutions. Just scream the F-word at the president and watch the rabid leftists lose what little is left of their minds. It’s the political equivalent of a petulant teenager flipping off the principal and thinking it makes him cool. Newsflash: it doesn’t.

But with Porter, the profanity isn’t just performative — it fits a well-documented pattern of explosive, unhinged behavior that should disqualify her from higher office. Years ago, Porter was caught living in an Orange County home basically on the dime of University of California Irvine. She reportedly purchased the home for half of its value under a university program for which she had to teach at their law school. Instead, Porter went to Washington to serve in the House of Representatives, yet she was able to keep the home subsidized by the university. While Porter spent years in Congress lecturing Americans about housing affordability and sticking it to “the rich,” she was quietly enjoying a sweetheart subsidized faculty housing deal at UC Irvine.

Then there’s the allegations of physical abuse by her ex-husband involving boiling potatoes — a story so bizarre and violent it resurfaced during her 2025 gubernatorial launch. Court documents from her divorce detail allegations that during one particularly ugly argument, Porter dumped a pot of boiling hot mashed potatoes directly onto her then-husband Matt Hoffman’s head. She reportedly called him a “f**king idiot” in the process. Hoffman has since described his ex-wife as a “master manipulator” with a volcanic temper; she often threw toys and books at his head.

Her ex-husband was not the only person whom she targeted with her outbursts. Videos that leaked last fall showing Porter screaming at her own campaign staffers reinforced that she is not the calm, whiteboard-wielding policy wonk her fans pretend she is. This is someone whose first instinct under pressure is rage.

Porter has tried the usual damage-control playbook — expressing vague “remorse” that she “fell short,” issuing carefully worded statements, and hoping the outrage cycle moves on. But Californians have seen this movie before. The same party that clutches pearls over President Trump’s “mean tweets” now treats public cursing as a campaign strategy and defends candidates with documented anger-management issues and ethically dubious housing arrangements.

As the 2026 midterms approach and Democrats plot their “resistance” to a second Trump term, scenes like Porter’s whiteboard stunt and Stratton’s expletive-filled ad reveal the truth: they have nothing left but performative vulgarity and personal baggage. While California grapples with sky-high housing costs, crime, homelessness, and fleeing businesses, the leading voices in the state’s ruling party think the solution is to chant obscenities and hope nobody notices the scandals trailing behind them.

If a foul-mouthed former professor with a history of alleged domestic rage and questionable housing perks is the best the California Democrats can offer in the gubernatorial race, then the party isn’t mounting a comeback. It’s having a public breakdown, and California voters, along with the rest of America, are watching.