Dear Senator Feinstein,
I just remembered that 40 years ago, a woman who looked a lot like you did back then grabbed my twig and berries at a Grateful Dead concert in SF. I think you were hopped up on acid. Prove it wasn’t you.
Sincerely,
Dear Sen. Feinstein,
Your Chinese driver of over 20 years was a spy.
What secrets did you tell him and why has your husband made hundreds of millions of dollars from Chinese investments?
YOU raped our country.
Prove you didn’t.