Until now, I was unaware of the existence of LDS (Lieberman Derangement Syndrome). But Emily Bazelon certainly demonstrates it in her farewell letter to Lieberman, published in Slate.
It ain’t no Valentine. Bazelon begins with the following admission:
My corner of Connecticut was covered in ice today, until news broke of Sen. Joe Lieberman’s impending retirement. Magically, a warm glow spread. It was a delicious feeling: the end of the reign of the politician I despise most.
Why do I loathe, loathe, loathe my 68-year-old four-term senator? My feelings are all the stronger for being fairly irrational.
Then why, why, why, oh why, should anyone care what she says? On a blog, perhaps; many blog readers like to read the personal feelings of their hosts, and the more rabid the better. But how is it that a supposedly serious journalist, Slate editor and legal expert, writer for such formerly august publications as the Atlantic and the WaPo, is indulging in this irrational venting of spleen and expecting us to respect her for it?
Just to give you the flavor of the piece, Bazelon approvingly quotes a friend’s unsupported statements that Lieberman’s observance of Jewish law has been more politically opportunistic than sincere. Funny, I hadn’t noticed that observing the Jewish sabbath is a sure ticket to election, even in Connecticut, but who needs to use reason when you’ve got hate?
It gets Bazelon’s goat that Lieberman denounced Bill Clinton over the Lewinsky affair, although I’d lay money on the fact that, had Clinton been a Republican having sex (or not exactly having sex) with Lewinsky, Bazelon would have been one of the first to condemn him. Her problem with Lieberman was that he stuck to principle above party loyalty, because his siding against Clinton was “a gift to the president’s enemies.” Reason enough to hate a person, don’t you think?
Another source of Bazelon’s ire seems to have been when Lieberman took the stand that Catholic hospitals not be compelled to offer the morning after pill to rape victims, and his pointing out that in Connecticut it’s not a long trip to get to a hospital that does.
And what does a phrase like the following mean coming from a person who purports to be a serious journalist, “Lieberman’s unrequited, unquenchable love for the Iraq war?” It not only suggests that Lieberman advocated the war because he’s a bloodthirsty lover of killing, but it makes me wonder how love for war could be ever be “requited.”
Bazelon is unrepentant, and hardly alone in her LDR. In a telling moment, she quotes a friend as referring to “many rounds of playing the peculiar Connecticut liberal cocktail party game ‘I hated Joe Lieberman before you hated Joe Lieberman.'” That may just be the key phrase in the entire piece, because I think what’s happening here is that Bazelon is continuing that liberal cocktail party game among her friends at Slate.
It’s not a pretty game, but it seems like fun to play. As best I can recall, the first time this sort of tone was aired in a supposedly reputable periodical was back in September of 2003, when TNR’s Jonathan Chait came out of the closet with his confessional column that began with the famous line, “I hate President George W. Bush.”
Chait’s piece was curiously like Bazelon’s, or maybe it’s the other way around. Like her, he freely admitted that his hatred had springs that were not altogether substantive:
I think his policies rank him among the worst presidents in U.S. history. And, while I’m tempted to leave it at that, the truth is that I hate him for less substantive reasons, too…He reminds me of a certain type I knew in high school–the kid who was given a fancy sports car for his sixteenth birthday and believed that he had somehow earned it. I hate the way he walks–shoulders flexed, elbows splayed out from his sides like a teenage boy feigning machismo. I hate the way he talks–blustery self-assurance masked by a pseudopopulist twang.
It goes on, but I’ll stop there—except to say that journalists such as this have no reason to complain about invective in public discourse.