Iraq Shmiraq: The Real Reason to Hate Sen. Joe Lieberman
Those of you who follow American politics are probably aware that Senator Joe Lieberman is close to getting his ass handed to him in a Democratic primary tomorrow by millionaire cable TV mogul Ned Lamont, due exclusively to Lieberman’s unpopular quasi-support of the U.S. occupation of Iraq. In the eyes of the left, this is tantamount to defection; nobody’s bothering to listen to Joe explain himself, since that’d waste time with which we could use to be outraged. Lieberman’s tried several times now to point out that he doesn’t categorically support the occupation; he just thinks abandoning overnight what we’ve already committed ourselves to is premature, most likely dangerous, will result in devastating casualties, and leave the Middle Eastern political landscape worse off than before the occupation.
Ned Lamont, because he’s a bit of a slimeball, has taken this well-reasoned position and used it to paint an unflattering portrait of Lieberman and Bush spooning lovingly in a Halliburton safehouse. Lamont’s basically a single-platform candidate who’s close to winning a primary based not on what he thinks about the issues, but what he thinks of his opponent. It’s, let’s be clear, ridiculous. Internet folk: please don’t pass on Senator Joe Lieberman because he doesn’t advocate a simplistic, pandering and wholesale removal of U.S. armed forces from Iraq.
No, pass on Lieberman because he’s an arrogant neo-McCarthyist hamwipe who treats the American people like functionally retarded automatons. Does nobody remember that for the past decade now, this senile old douchebag has been lobbying exhaustively against letting Americans think for themselves? The dude teamed up with Orrin Hatch — Orrin Hatch, for God’s sake — to call for a blanket study of violence in the entertainment industry because he thinks playing Grand Theft Auto will hypnotize all of us into running out and hacking up prostitutes with a meat cleaver.
If Lieberman had his way — and he often does — Americans would have all video games, websites, films, TV shows and CDs with remotely questionable content taken away from them and sterilized, apparently with the aim of keeping us all from turning into unstoppable killing machines. The definition of “remotely questionable” in this instance, by the way, would be “whatever a 74 year-old man threatened by rap music and computer-machines feels is remotely questionable.” If this black-listing fossil was president he’d make it illegal to cut bread, since impressionable teens might see you doing it and view it as a tacit endorsement of slitting the tender throats of babies.