Clinton was the first known sufferer of the syndrome, hence his eponymous relation to it. It struck him in the mid-1990s, though for him it was not so bad. He was impeached, but later he was glorified. MSNBC did a documentary on him, "President of the World: The Bill Clinton Phenomenon." He also was spoken of as a possible candidate for mayor of New York and secretary-general of the United Nations.
Seized in the presence of a telephone late at night, he called a young lady repeatedly to exchange with her lascivious thoughts. As reported in this column recently and elaborated upon in my book "The Clinton Crack-Up: The Boy President's Life After the White House," foreign intelligence agencies unfortunately were listening in on the calls. It was a high-tech telephone, but not that high-tech. He used an unsecured telephone. Now tapes of those calls are lying around intelligence offices worldwide. Possibly, the spooks dust them off from time to time and have a good laugh. Though possibly, the tapes still could be used to compromise Bill, in the event that anyone in official Washington is stupid enough to trust him with anything of a confidential nature.
More recently, Strauss-Kahn was struck down in the posh Sofitel Hotel in Manhattan when a Guinean chambermaid entered his room to clean it. What he did with her is in dispute -- and far be it from me to compromise legal proceedings with my mere speculations. There is, however, no doubt that he suffered some uncontrollable romantic seizure, and now we know that the arresting officers -- when they accosted him on his Air France getaway flight -- confiscated his mobile phones (he apparently had more than one), Apple computer and iPad. His lawyers claim that, as The Wall Street Journal put it, the devices "contained information that may be legally sensitive." The lawyers are asking prosecutors to return the devices and not to read their contents. I am sure they will cooperate.
Now along comes the ill-starred Rep. Weiner (alternate pronunciation, WY'-nur). He apparently suffered at least the underpants version of BCS. He served as the moral scold to Republicans in Congress. Let one even belch in public and the Hon. Weiner was on him/her with an inimitable shrill rebuke. Now his voice will fall silent, save for an occasional "I'm sorry. I want to apologize, especially to my wife," who is an aide of some sort to Hillary Clinton.
Apparently, the Hon. Weiner suffers BCS when alone in the presence of his smartphone or computer and begins sexting madly to women whom he does not know and who are not his lawfully wedded wife. He takes pictures of himself in various stages of dishabille and includes the pictures in his messages. The ladies somewhat virginally reply. A couple of weeks ago, he sent a picture of his underpants containing what looked like a large Idaho potato. The picture fell into the hands of conservative
What will become of these wretches I do not know, but for Weiner there is hope. The press has reported that his recent marriage to the Hillary Clinton aide was "officiated" over by none other than Bill Clinton. I advise that Bill counsel Weiner and Hillary counsel the wife. Then let all four retire from public life. Along with them they can take any other public official suspected of suffering from BCS. This nonsense has gone too far.