They say the fish rots from the top and so does Trump Derangement Syndrome. The night before last, Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer lost his cool — let’s hope so anyway — at a swank Manhattan Italian restaurant. From the New York Post:
He was dining with friends when he encountered Joseph A. Califano Jr. — the former US secretary of health, education and welfare under President Jimmy Carter and domestic policy adviser to President Lyndon B. Johnson — and his wife, Hilary, who were having a quiet dinner.
Onlookers said Schumer was incensed that Hilary — the daughter of William S. Paley, the founder and chairman of CBS — had voted for Trump, even though her husband, Joseph, is a well-known Democrat.
One witness said of the restaurant rant, “They are a highly respected couple, and Schumer made a scene, yelling, ‘She voted for Trump!’ The Califanos left the restaurant, but Schumer followed them outside.” On the sidewalk, Schumer carried on with his fantastical filibuster: “ ‘How could you vote for Trump? He’s a liar!’ He kept repeating, ‘He’s a liar!’ ”
Hilary confirmed the confrontation, telling Page Six, “Sen. Schumer was really rude . . . He’s our senator, and I don’t really like him. Yes, I voted for Trump. Schumer joined us outside and he told me Trump was a liar. I should have told him that Hillary Clinton was a liar, but I was so surprised I didn’t say anything.”
Or maybe she was too polite. Anyway, sounds as if Chuck has anger management issues. He’s had quite a few of late with political ramifications. Speaking of filibusters, he wants to filibuster Judge Gorsuch, despite that being a pointless waste of public time. He also called for Devin Nunes to step down from the House Intelligence Committee, as did several other Democrats who seem panicked about what the rather mild-mannered chairman has found regarding surveillance of the Trump transition and are out to kill the messenger before he brings the bad news. This, although anyone paying attention realized months ago that the supposed Russia collusion was imaginary — but that hasn’t stopped Democrats from pursing it with a vengeance that’s somewhere between Sisyphean and psychotic.
They’re all in on Russia. It’s as if they all had a sex change operation and the former party of peaceniks that spent years excoriating Reagan as a war monger leading us into nuclear conflagration with the Soviets are now the most rabid hawks. It doesn’t give you much confidence in the depth of the Dems’ political beliefs, but who cares about consistency?
And Schumer is far from the only one with anger issues. It’s permeated his party to a degree way beyond anything I can remember seeing in my lifetime and I cast my first vote for LBJ. Since November, almost all of them act as if they received a narcissistic wound so great it could never ever heal under any circumstances unless Trump were impeached, so help me Maxine Waters. Nor do they examine, even for a second, why they are feeling that way or if they themselves might have something to do with it.
Well, a few do, like Bret Easton Ellis, but he’s no politician and he’s always been a renegade. The rest of the Democrats — from the politicians to Hollywood to their great enablers/clones in the media — have been in a non-stop nervous breakdown for going on six months now. For people who swear by their psychotherapists, if they’ve been going to see them, they’re not making much progress. Maybe they should switch. Or just take a long shower.
So Tuesday evening Donald Trump — of all people — reached out to them by inviting moderate Democrat senators and their spouses to the White House. Chuck came, as duly noted by Donald with a certain irony in the president’s opening greeting. No doubt Trump was well aware of the “flattering things” said of him by Schumer at the Italian restaurant.
While this sudden burst of collegiality by the president is undoubtedly motivated to a great degree by the failure of the healthcare bill, I still wish him well with it. Frankly, even though the Democratic Party I knew and voted for all the way up to 9/11 has gone completely crackers with tens of thousands of women marching with pussy hats and who knows what’s going to happen now that long-existing immigration laws might actually be enforced for once, I think I speak for a lot of my fellow citizens when I say: “Alright, already. Can’t things quiet down for awhile? Aren’t we allowed to go about our lives without friends and family screaming at each other over the dinner table all the time?”
Chuck, are you listening?
Roger L. Simon is an award-winning novelist, Academy Award-nominated screenwriter and co-founder of PJ Media. His latest book is I Know Best: How Moral Narcissism Is Destroying Our Republic, If It Hasn’t Already. You can follow him on Twitter @rogerlsimon.