When Fiction Governs: Chuck Schumer, the Baileys, and the Politics of Make-Believe

Chuck Schumer has been telling one story for nearly three decades. It begins on Long Island, in Massapequa, with Joe and Eileen Bailey and their three children, a middle class family in a split level house, two jobs, and the usual anxieties about property taxes, tuition, and security. They attend Islanders games and sing the anthem. They eat Chinese food when they can afford a night out. They are prudent, patriotic, and tired of being ignored. They are also not real. The Baileys are a composite, a device Schumer devised in the 1990s to discipline his political instincts toward the middle, then elevated into the lodestar of his public rhetoric. He did not merely mention them, he lived with them in his head. In his 2007 book, Positively American, he cited them 265 times across roughly that many pages, more than once per page on average. He later described their votes in 2016 and 2020 as if reporting on neighbors down the street. When journalists asked for evidence that the family exists, he did not retreat, he elaborated, adding new details and fresh anecdotes about their jobs, their parents’ cancers, and their kids’ choices. The point of this essay is twofold. First, to tell the full story of the Baileys and how a fiction came to shape real politics. Second, to steelman a difficult but important inference about character and fitness that many avoid, namely that the relentless, intricately embroidered fabrication of the Baileys for 27 years fits the diagnostic contours of narcissistic pathology with antisocial features, which, whatever one’s partisan preferences, matters when it appears in a Senate leader.

A charitable reader might ask why any of this matters. Politicians use composite characters all the time. We see the small business owner in a town hall, the single mom in a floor speech, the factory worker quoted on 𝕏. Composites can compress information and make abstractions humane. The problem arises when a device becomes a dependency, and when the line between feint and fact is crossed, then reclined upon, then finally erased. Schumer did not simply invoke the Baileys as a teaching aid. He insisted on their reality. He located them with precision in Massapequa. He gave them names, ages, and distinct personalities. He told interviewers what they ordered at a specific Chinese restaurant in Washington. He described the songs they sing, the sports they watch, and the politics of their disagreements across multiple election cycles. When confronted with skepticism, he added color rather than caveat. Over time the rhetorical convenience hardened into a parallel world in which an imaginary couple functions as an oracle for policy judgment, a world that he invites the public to inhabit with him. That invitation is a moral request as much as a political one, trust me enough to let my fiction do your thinking. That request should be refused.

The historical arc is straightforward. During a difficult 1998 race, Schumer began speaking of a typical family, at first under a different surname, as a way to test whether his message met the moment. As the campaign wore on, the couple acquired biographies, then neighbors with illnesses and setbacks, then children with distinct trajectories. By the time Positively American appeared in 2007, the Baileys had become protagonists. The senator explained that he ran every significant idea by them in his mind and that their reactions determined whether a proposal lived or died. He described their income as roughly $75,000, their jobs as an insurance employee and a part time office worker, and their tastes as resolutely middle class. He said they worry about terrorism and values. He emphasized that they are not ideologues. He repeats that they deserve respect and that they want leaders to care about what they care about. None of these claims are unusual if backed by a real constituent, but they take on a different character when their bearer is imaginary yet treated as factual and used across domains from national security to technology policy.

The persistence is what astonishes. From the late 2000s through the 2010s and into the 2020s, Schumer kept returning to the Baileys when discussing bank failures, cybersecurity, college debt, cap and trade, and more. He assigned them votes, sometimes split within the household. He told audiences that Joe pulled the lever for Trump with misgivings while Eileen abstained or supported Clinton. He inferred how their stomachs felt in the early days of the Trump administration. He recast their outlook again in 2021 when the pandemic shifted public attitudes about government help. The pattern is steady. New political moment, new Bailey anecdote, always with granular detail, always with the air of reportage. When a composite becomes this elaborate, it begins to crowd out real voices. We learn more about what a senator thinks an imaginary family believes than what actual families say and do.

Public reaction followed a predictable cycle. At first, the Baileys helped Schumer frame a centrist case that played well in swing districts. Republicans noticed and even parried by writing policy memos under Bailey themed titles, a mark of how the device had lodged in Washington’s mind. Then came the ceiling. As the party coalitions shifted, the fixation looked increasingly narrow. It centered white suburban households with older children, property tax grievances, and a security forward posture, a slice of the electorate that drifted right while the Democratic base diversified and radicalized on other issues. The critique from the left is that an obsession with a fictional centrist couple induced a kind of tunnel vision that ignored emerging voters. The critique from the right is different. It objects to the substitution of unreality for reality, to a governing style that prefers polished anecdotes to stubborn facts, and to the quiet contempt implicit in selling a make believe family as if they were as real as your neighbors.

By August 2025 even late night comedy had caught up. John Oliver devoted an episode of Last Week Tonight to Schumer’s imaginary friends, and the tone was telling. It was mocking, incredulous, and lightly exasperated. The show built a rapid fire montage of Schumer name checking Joe and Eileen in contexts that had nothing in common except the senator’s need for a hook. Financial crisis, cybersecurity, college tuition, job losses, and national security all traveled through the same portal, the Baileys’ kitchen table. Oliver lingered on the odd specificity. He repeated the bit about Joe singing the anthem at Islanders games and Eileen’s father’s cancer, then asked who writes that level of fan fiction for imaginary voters. He hammered the irony that Schumer’s beloved couple, as recounted by Schumer himself, chose Trump five out of six times, which led to the cleanest line of the night. Politically, they have already broken up with you. Stop texting them. Oliver then leaned into the psychological overtones. He compared the habit to maintaining imaginary friends well into adulthood, the image of a powerful man consulting cardboard cutouts before making decisions. He closed with a gallows joke about what the Baileys would be watching if they existed and why their kids were still on the family phone plan after 27 years. The jokes landed because they tracked a documented pattern, not because they invented one.

It is here that the second half of the argument begins. A responsible writer should resist armchair psychiatry, and I do. Diagnosis belongs in clinic rooms, not opinion pages. Still, patterns of public behavior can be assessed against public criteria with care, and the DSM manual is itself a public document that defines clusters of traits without forcing a clinician’s conclusion. The steelman is this. A long running, intricate, and self serving fabrication, repeated as fact in print and speech and negotiation, reinforced when challenged, and offered without visible remorse or anxiety, provides strong prima facie evidence of narcissistic patterning with antisocial features. The grandiosity is not loud, it is covert, the sense that one’s narrative craft can substitute for reality because one is the kind of leader whose stories deserve to be true. The need for admiration is satisfied by the applause line, the look of recognition on a reporter’s face, the sense that one has captured the voice of the people in a single household that one alone can hear. The exploitative element shows up in the bait and switch, the use of a supposed real family to validate one’s policy preferences while disclaiming their reality when questioned, then walking it back toward reality again as needed. The lack of empathy is not cruelty, it is indifference to the corrosion of trust when leaders repeatedly present fiction as fact. The ego syntonic quality is visible in the calm with which Schumer adds new specifics when challenged, as if nothing is wrong because nothing in his self concept has been threatened. The antisocial coloring appears in the calculated disregard for the norm of truth telling, not the occasional spin we forgive as politics, but a habit that bends reality to suit the teller over a span of decades.

A skeptical reader will ask whether this goes too far. Perhaps the Baileys began as a metaphor and simply ran away from their maker. Perhaps staff encouraged the bit because it tested well. Perhaps the details about Islanders games and takeout orders were simply color, the sort of conversational garnish politicians use to keep a crowd awake. There is something to these mitigations. They point to incentives that reward a certain theatricality in public life. But mitigation is not exculpation. Most politicians eventually retire an overused anecdote, or they label it clearly as fictional once it becomes famous, or they broaden their examples to include real constituents with verifiable names and addresses. Schumer did not do so. He escalated. He turned the anecdote into a microcosm of American life and then insisted he could hear its voice in real time. That choice sits with him, not with the incentives.

One might also ask whether the diagnosis, if we may call it that in a loose sense, is too neat. Real people are messy. Public figures even more so. It is worth repeating that the DSM describes patterns, not destinies, and that traits come in degrees. The claim is not that Schumer is uniquely monstrous, only that his approach to truth telling reveals narcissistic and antisocial tendencies that should concern anyone who cares about epistemic hygiene in a republic. Leaders in both parties are tempted by the same vice, the romance of narrative control. The remedy is simple, though not easy. Tell the truth, use composites sparingly and label them as such, platform real citizens and let their imperfect voices complicate your tidy message, and when you mislead, correct the record in public and move on. The culture of politics can reward this. Voters can reward it too.

The Baileys also reveal something about coalition management on the left. In the mid 2000s, the composite was a clever way to discipline a party tempted by boutique causes. Speak to the middle. Respect property tax anxieties. Address crime. That was useful advice. Over time it became a straightjacket. The insistence that the Baileys are the country trimmed away parts of the country that did not fit, younger voters, nonwhite voters with different priorities, and urban liberals animated by causes that the Baileys did not share. The result was a rhetorical centrism that masked a governing radicalism and a communications strategy that convinced no one. The Baileys voted right. The base grew left. The middle felt patronized by a story that no longer matched its lived experience. The point is not that an imaginary family shifted votes, rather that an obsession with a narrative device can dull the politician’s senses to a changing world.

There is a practical lesson here for conservatives. We should not meet fiction with fiction. We should meet it with facts and with citizens whose names can be checked and whose lives cannot be edited to fit a talking point. We should invest in long term listening in places like Nassau County and Macomb County and the Lehigh Valley, not to construct new composites, but to rebuild trust one community at a time. We should also study how a single narrative can carve channels through which a party’s river flows for years. The Baileys have done that for Democrats, to their detriment. We should not let a single metaphor, no matter how clever, do that to us.

Finally, the Oliver episode underscores a cultural turning point. When late night hosts begin to treat a politician’s signature story as a joke with a known punchline, the spell is broken. It becomes safe for mainstream outlets to say what many have seen, this is strange, and not in a charming way. The ridicule is not cruel, it is corrective. It invites the audience to recover the common sense distinction between reality and rhetoric. We should accept that invitation and extend it. If a senator wants to argue for a policy, let him bring real families into the room and let them answer questions. If he wants to use a composite, let him say so up front and keep the details modest enough that no one confuses the device with a dossier. If he wants to insist that a fiction is real, the public should withdraw the deference that grants the storyteller his power. That is not punitive. It is necessary.

In the end, the question is simple. Do we want leaders who tell us stories that make them look wise, or leaders who tell us truths that make them accountable. The Baileys are a fine story. They are not the truth. The habit of confusing the two is unhealthy for any politician, and it is especially risky for a Senate leader. A republic cannot thrive on make believe. It requires adults who see the world as it is, not as their favorite characters would have it. That is a lesson the Baileys, if they existed, might deliver around their kitchen table. It is one we should deliver instead.

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