So I’ve continued to cling to the label of Democrat, and to the hope that the party could somehow save itself from the tired orthodoxies of its interest groups and the execrable excesses of its far-left wing. I’ve shaken my head at the irrational policies and irresponsible rhetoric coming from so many corners of the party, comforting myself with the thought that while Dennis Kucinich may be a nutjob and Al Sharpton may be a charlatan and Howard Dean may be an idiot and Dick Durbin may be, well, a dick, at least there’s still Joe Lieberman.That's a message I received before the 2004 election, but I admit to feeling, not sad, but perhaps a little wistful. I imagine this is what it feels like to hear that your childhood home has burned down. Sure, you haven't lived there in 20 years and you never intended to go back... but still. It's another tie to the the past permanently cut.
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Well, if there’s no room in the Democratic Party for Joe Lieberman, then there’s no room in it for me.
And, of course, I feel bad for Lieberman. If Brendan in this distraught, imagine how Joe must feel.
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