Watch What Whoopi Said To Liz Cheney During A Recent Episode Of ‘The View’

Liz Cheney, the daughter of Dick Cheney and one of the most anti-Trump members of the GOP, lost her seat in Wyoming to Harriet Hageman but now is being encouraged by far-Ieft Whoopi Goldberg to run for the presidency in 2024.

Such is what Whoopi said during a recent episode of “The View” on which Liz Cheney appeared. During the episode, Whoopi clutched her pearls and claimed that Trump wants to be a dictator for life while begging Liz Cheney to run as a third party to sink Trump’s presidentiaI bid and save America from that supposed dictatorship.

Beginning, Whoopi, a constant voice of the left, pretended to care about the survival of the GOP and asked Cheney if she would consider running as a third party in 2024 to sink Trump’s presidential bid. She said, Do you see yourself, and I, and would you ever consider being the conduit to that third party? Because I don’t know if the Republican Party as we as we knew it, will survive this.

Whoopi Wants Liz Cheney to Run in 2024

Continuing, Whoopi then expounded on her fears of Trump and what he will do if eIected, saying that she fears that Trump will try to be a “dictator for life” if he wins.

She said, Because if he ever gets in again, we’ll never have any more elections, there will be no more. He will stop it. And he’s very cIear about he wants to be dictator for life.

Whoopi then repeated her main question, again asking Cheney if she would consider stepping into a third-party role to try to stop Trump in 2024. She asked, Okay, so I wonder, would you ever consider, pIease would you consider being that person?

Next, Whoopi returned to expounding on a tangentially related subject, ranting about people who pretended they would back Cheney and then ditched her and sided with Trump instead.

She said, Because I gotta tell you, it. I was really, I don’t understand how people can say, ‘we’re with you. We’re with you. We’re with you.’ And then when you need them, they go, Oh, but we’re with him. Now. I don’t understand that.

ConcIuding, she said, “And I don’t understand how you find the grace not to be pissed at folks. Oh, I’m not, you know. You’re mad at him, but you’re not pissed at him.

Because if you were pissed at him, you would have given up on him and you have out well, and so would you. Cheney, for her part, responded to Whoopi’s plea by saying, I think honestly, Whoopi, that there are millions of Americans — I think the majority of Americans agree with what you just said in terms of the need for us to be able to say, you know, let’s have the debates about policy and substance, but we love our country more than our political party, and going forward, we have to be able to come together.

My Colleague Came to My Date with Her 3 Kids in Tow & Ruined It – When I Confronted Her, She Boldly Said, ‘You Should Thank Me’

The night had everything I’d planned for: candlelight, wine, and the promise of a deeper connection. But when my colleague burst through the door with her kids in tow, the evening spiraled into a disaster I never expected and a truth I wasn’t prepared for.

The third date with Susan was supposed to be the charm. We’d met on Tinder — her profile was a perfect mix of witty banter and effortless beauty. After two great dates and a dreamy stroll in the park, I was ready to take things to the next level.

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That night, I picked a cozy Italian restaurant tucked away from the usual hustle. It was the perfect backdrop for soft candlelight and deep conversation over wine and pasta.

Susan arrived in a navy dress that hugged her figure just right, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, and I thought, Wow, this might actually be something.

The waiter had just set down a basket of fresh bread when the sound of the door swinging open grabbed my attention. At first, I ignored it. But then I heard a familiar voice.

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“Oh, hey, Rob! Fancy seeing you here!”

I froze mid-reach for the breadstick. Standing at the entrance, unmistakably Linda from accounting. Her bright floral dress clashed with the scene, but that wasn’t the real problem. No, the real problem was the three kids clinging to her, each armed with loud, sticky energy.

“Linda?” I managed, blinking.

She marched over with her kids toward our table. “You didn’t tell me you were coming here tonight!” she said.

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Susan’s confused glance darted between Linda and me. “Friend of yours?” she asked, her tone cautious.

“Colleague,” I corrected, a forced smile plastered on my face as Linda plopped her kids into chairs at our table.

“It’s packed tonight,” Linda said, casually stealing a breadstick. “I figured we’d join you. You don’t mind, do you?”

Oh, I minded. I really minded.

Linda had always been an enigma. A single mom of three — ages two, eight, and 12 — from two failed relationships, she was equally magnetic and intimidating.

Woman walking into a fancy restaurant with her three children | Source: Midjourney

Around the office, she commanded attention with her sharp intellect and striking beauty, though she kept everyone at arm’s length. I admired her resilience, devotion to her kids, and ability to balance chaos with grace.

But that admiration was from afar — strictly professional. Besides, a woman like Linda? She’s completely out of my league.

But tonight, as she slid into the booth beside me with her kids, her aura wasn’t awe-inspiring. It was suffocating.

“Linda, what are you doing here?” I stammered, my voice low, my eyes darting toward Susan, whose confusion had quickly hardened into annoyance.

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“Oh, don’t be silly,” Linda replied, casually placing her hand on mine. I instinctively pulled back. “You promised to watch the kids tonight, and here you are… having dinner with her?” She nodded toward Susan as if she were an unwelcome guest.

Susan’s mouth fell open. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice sharp.

Linda wasn’t fazed. “I mean, we’re a family.” She gestured to her children, now happily devouring the breadbasket. “The kids were so excited to see you tonight!”

“Linda, I never promised—”

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She cut me off. “Really, Rob? You’re going to pretend this isn’t a thing in front of her?”

“Pretend what’s a thing?” Susan demanded, standing now, her face a mix of disbelief and fury.

Linda shrugged, a smug grin spreading across her face. “I didn’t mean to ruin your date, Susan. But you should know the kind of man you’re seeing. He’s been leading me — and the kids — on for months.”

My heart stopped. “What? Linda, stop this!” I hissed, glancing around. Other diners were starting to notice.

Susan grabbed her purse. “You two clearly have… unfinished business,” she snapped, glaring at me like I was something stuck to her shoe. She turned on her heel and stormed out.

I stood to follow her, but Linda’s toddler, an adorable baby girl, clung to my leg.

The restaurant went silent.

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I turned to Linda, my voice barely contained. “What are you doing? You just ruined my date!”

She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, her toddler now happily munching on a breadstick. “You should thank me.”

“Thank you?” I mumbled, my anger rising. “For what? Publicly humiliating me?”

Linda calmly pulled out her phone, scrolling with deliberate precision. “No. For saving you.”

“Saving me?” I stared at her like she’d lost her mind.

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She flipped the phone around, holding up an image. “Recognize this?”

I squinted at the screen. It was a grainy photo, but there was no mistaking the face.”That’s… Susan. Why are you showing me this?”

“This,” Linda said, zooming in on the photo, “is a mugshot.”

The words didn’t register at first. “A mugshot?”

Linda nodded, her expression grave. “My brother’s a cop. Last night, I stopped by the station to drop off some paperwork for him. While I was there, I noticed her face on the bulletin board. She’s wanted for fraud.”

“Fraud?” I echoed, my brain struggling to keep up.

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“Yeah,” Linda continued. “She’s been conning men. Gets into relationships with them, gains their trust, and then scams them out of thousands. I didn’t put two and two together until I saw the picture you posted on Instagram before your date tonight. So, I called my brother, and — well, here we are. She’s probably being arrested as we speak.”

The room tilted, or maybe it was just me. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not,” she said, her tone softening. “Look, Rob, I know this was… a lot. But I couldn’t just stand by and let her take advantage of you. You’re a good guy. You don’t deserve that.”

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. The anger drained from me, replaced by something else — disbelief, confusion, maybe even gratitude. “Why didn’t you just… tell me? Why the whole spectacle?”

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Linda sighed, her gaze flickering toward her kids. “I tried calling you before your date, but you didn’t answer. And once I saw you here, I panicked. I didn’t want her slipping away. I did what I thought was best.”

I sat back, rubbing my temples as the weight of her words settled in. “So… you’re saying Susan is—”

“Gone,” Linda finished, her voice firm. “And you’re welcome.”

I stared at her, my emotions swirling into chaos. If she was telling the truth, then maybe she’d saved me from disaster. But the way she’d done it? I wasn’t sure I could forgive that.

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The realization hit me like a freight train. Susan — charming, witty, and gorgeous — was a scam artist. And Linda, with her kids and bold, chaotic interruption, had just saved me from walking straight into a disaster.

The table fell silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. For a moment, I couldn’t look at Linda. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions — gratitude, embarrassment, and something else I couldn’t quite name.

Then her eldest broke the silence, kicking his legs under the table. “Are we getting pizza or what?”

I couldn’t help it — I laughed. A real, unfiltered laugh that seemed to cut through the tension in the room.

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Linda smirked, leaning back in her chair. “You know, Rob, you should thank me right about now.”

I shook my head, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re unbelievable.”

She shrugged. “And yet, here you are. Not scammed out of your life savings.”

As I looked at her — tired but radiant, her kids clearly hanging on her every word — I felt something shift. Linda wasn’t just the brave, maddening woman who had bulldozed into my evening; she was something more. She’d saved me tonight, but she’d also shown me what I’d been too blind to see.

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“Linda,” I began, my voice steadier than I expected, “can I buy you dinner? All of you.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. “You want to buy us dinner? After all this?”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing at the kids. “I think you’ve earned it. And honestly? I could use the company.”

Her oldest grinned. “I vote pizza!”

Linda studied me, her expression softening. Then she smiled — a real, genuine smile that made something stir in my chest. “Alright, Rob. But only if you’re buying dessert, too.”

“Deal,” I said, grinning.