I think she was colluding from day one to make her husband John the President.

She was willing to participate in this family charade that duped the entire Democratic Left and put at rsik the election of a genuine democrat.

This is the logical outcome of a society that makes sex between adults a crime, either by statute or by insinuendo.

John Edwards gave in to his primal urges.He revealed himself to be a human being.What is wrong with that?

To be fair, several people have called for his reinstatement.

The silence from the admins is defeaning.

If I can't rant, I don't want to be part of your revolution

She did not just stand by but took an active role - health care - during the primaries while he ran for the presidency --

when Elizabeth confirms that she knew in '06, I'll believe it.  J.E. has proven himself a liar.

Well, "You can't vote for war and disown the results"

see fabooj's comment below...a very good summation of the circumstances and consequences...she's finished as a spokesperson.

the revolution will not be televised...

I don't want credit, I simply want right action. The political process in America...which is driven almost entirely by the media...is rotten through and through. All front, no substance. The newsmedia...and to some degree the cultural media as well...cast people the way a director casts a film. The Good Guy, the Villain, the Male Ingenue, the Bitch Goddess, Little Ms. Goodwife, the Nutso Outsider, etc. And the population identifies or feels antipathy towards these actors as if they were real people. Of course...they ARE real people, but not necessarily the characters that they are supposed to be playing.

Even THEY buy into the drama. Just as do movie stars.

What did Edwards say in his own excuse?

"In the course of several campaigns, I started to believe that I was special and became increasingly egocentric and narcissistic."

Yup.

So it goes...

Even Obama is falling for his own character. I watched him basking in the adulation of European audiences a couple of weeks ago when I was in France. let us hope that Michelle is steady enough to keep him grounded. That Hero/Good Guy role can be a killer.

Literally.

How to stay free of the hypnosis?

NEWSSTRIKE!!!

Duh.

After a while, after cold turkey and a fairly protracted time offa the newsjunk,  you can actually return for short periods of time without the cravings.

Without the hypnosis.

And then? Then you can SEE!!!

See Edwards for the narcissist he is.

See Kerry for the plodding social climber that he is.

I mean...the information is out there. It's just hidden by multiple layers of media bullshit. It always comes out eventually...Edwards dipping his wick while posing as the staunch suppporter of his sick wife, Kerry throwing the election (You think not? He could have fought the theft. Instead...skiing in Gstaad. Please.) But by the time sit comes out, the work is done. They 'rte just minor characters, after all. Actors whose job it is to help move the plot along to the desired conclusion. They';re not really the Hero or Male Ingenue. They just play one on TV.

Here are two such pieces of information

One about Kerry before his shameful electoral debacle and one about Edwards during the 2004 campaign.

Batman and Robin.

SMOKE that crack!!!

Howie Carr-Boston Herald

ONE of the surest ways to get the phones ringing on any Massachusetts talk-radio show is to ask people to call in and tell their John Kerry stories. The phone lines are soon filled, and most of the stories have a common theme: our junior senator pulling rank on one of his constituents, breaking in line, demanding to pay less (or nothing) or ducking out before the bill arrives.

The tales often have one other common thread. Most end with Sen. Kerry inquiring of the lesser mortal: "Do you know who I am?"

And now he's running for president as a populist. His first wife came from a Philadelphia Main Line family worth $300 million. His second wife is a pickle-and-ketchup heiress. ...

Kerry is, in fact, a Brahmin - his mother was a Forbes, from one of Massachusetts' oldest WASP families. The ancestor who wed Ralph Waldo Emerson's daughter was marrying down.

At the risk of engaging in ethnic stereotyping, Yankees have a reputation for, shall we say, frugality. And Kerry tosses around quarters like they were manhole covers. In 1993, for instance, living on a senator's salary of about $100,000, he managed to give a total of $135 to charity.

Yet that same year, he was somehow able to scrape together $8,600 for a brand-new, imported Italian motorcycle, a Ducati Paso 907 IE. He kept it for years, until he decided to run for president, at which time he traded it in for a Harley-Davidson like the one he rode onto "The Tonight Show" set a couple of months ago as Jay Leno applauded his fellow Bay Stater. ...

In the Senate, his record of his constituent services has been lackluster, and most of his colleagues, despite their public support, are hard-pressed to list an accomplishment. Just last fall, a Boston TV reporter ambushed three congressmen with the question, name something John Kerry has accomplished in Congress. After a few nervous giggles, two could think of nothing, and a third mentioned a baseball field, and then misidentified Kerry as "Sen. Kennedy."

Many of his constituents see him in person only when he is cutting them in line - at an airport, a clam shack or the Registry of Motor Vehicles. One talk-show caller a few weeks back recalled standing behind a police barricade in 2002 as the Rolling Stones played the Orpheum Theater, a short limousine ride from Kerry's Louisburg Square mansion.

The caller, Jay, said he began heckling Kerry and his wife as they attempted to enter the theater. Finally, he said, the senator turned to him and asked him the eternal question.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah," said Jay. "You're a gold-digger."

John Kerry. First he looks at the purse.

Why I see John Edwards as a big phony
By BRAD WARTHEN - Editorial Page Editor, The State (S. Carolina's biggest paper.)

MONTHS ago, I observed on my blog that I think John Edwards is a phony -- a make-believe Man of The People.

It's not so much that he's lying when he says he wants to help One America -- the Deserving Poor, whom he wants to vote for him -- get what it has coming to it from the Other America (that of the Really Rich, to which he disarmingly admits he belongs). I think he believes it. But I don't, and here's why:

Strike One: Sept. 16, 2003. The candidate was supposed to appear on a makeshift stage on Greene Street in front of the Russell House.

He was supposed to arrive at 4 p.m., but it was past 5 before he showed. When his appearance was imminent, his wife appeared on the stage and built expectation in a manner I found appealing and sincere. Then I saw Mr. Edwards step to an offstage position just behind the bleachers to my left. None of the folks in the "good" seats could see him.

His face was impassive, slack, bored: Another crowd, another show. Nothing wrong with that -- just a professional at work.

But then, I saw the thing that stuck with me: As his introduction reached its climax, he straightened, and turned on a thousand-watt smile as easily and artificially as flipping a switch. He assumed the look of a man who had just, quite unexpectedly, run into a long-lost best friend. He stepped into view of the crowd at large, and worked his way, Bill Clinton-like, from the back of the crowd toward the stage -- a man of the people, coming out from among the people -- shaking hands with the humble, grateful enthusiasm of a poor soul who had just won the Irish Sweepstakes.

It was so well done, but so obviously a thing of art, that I was taken aback despite three decades of seeing politicians at work.

Not enough for you? OK.

Strike Two: Jan. 23, 2004. Seeking our support in the primary he would win 11 days later, he came to an interview with The State's editorial board.

He was all ersatz-cracker bonhomie, beginning by swinging his salt-encrusted left snowboot onto the polished boardroom table, booming, "How do y'all like my boots?" He had not, it seemed, had time to change footwear since leaving New Hampshire.

The interview proceeded according to script, a lot of aw-shucking, smiling, showing of genuine concern, and warm expressions of determination to close the gap between the Two Americas. Then he left, and I didn't think much more about it, until a week later.

On the 30th, Howard Dean came in to see us for the second time. Again, I was struck by how personable he was, so unlike his screamer image. I rode down on the elevator with him afterward, along with my administrative assistant and another staffer who was a real Dean fan (but, worse luck for Gov. Dean, not a member of our board). I paused to watch him take his time to greet everyone in our foyer -- treating each person who wanted to shake his hand as every bit as important as any editorial board member, if not more so. I remarked upon it.

"Isn't he a nice man?" said our copy editor (the fan). I agreed. Then came the revelation: "Unlike John Edwards," observed the administrative assistant. What's that? It seems that when she alone had met then-Sen. Edwards at the reception desk, she had been struck by the way he utterly ignored the folks in our customer service department and others who had hoped for a handshake or a word from the Great Man. He had saved all his amiability, all his professionally entertaining energy and talent, for the folks upstairs who would have a say in the paper's endorsement.

At that moment, my impression acquired stony bulwarks of Gothic dimensions.

Strike Three: Sept. 22, 2004. I dropped by a reception held for then-vice-presidential nominee Edwards at the Capital City Club that afternoon. I had stuffed my press credentials into my pocket after arrival so as to mix freely with the high-rollers and hear what they had to say. (They knew who I was, but the stuffy types who want writers to stand like cattle behind barriers did not.) Good thing, too, because there was plenty of time to kill, and there's no more informative way to slaughter it than with the sort of folks whom candidates want to meet at such receptions.

It was well past the candidate's alleged time of arrival, but no one seemed to mind. Then a prominent Democrat who lives in a fashionable downtown neighborhood confided we'd be waiting even longer. We all knew the candidate had a more public appearance at Martin Luther King Park before this one, and no one begrudged him such face time with real voters. But this particular insider knew something else: He had bided his own time because he had seen Sen. Edwards go jogging in front of his house, along with his security detail, after the time that the MLK event was to have started.

As reported in The State the next day: "Edwards was running late, and the throng waiting to rally with him at Martin Luther King Jr. Park took notice. They sat for two hours in the sweltering heat inside the community center, a block off Five Points."

We were cool at the club, drinking, schmoozing, snacking. So he's late? What are these folks going to do -- write checks for the Republicans?

But my impression had been reinforced with steel girders: John Edwards, Man of The People, is a phony. And until I see an awful lot of stunning evidence to the contrary, that impression is not likely to change.

It's out there...if you wake the fuck up.

Bet on it.

Later...

AG

Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie.-Mae West

Still.

And maybe Barack Obama as well.

I DAMN sure trust Michelle Obama.

And I am not entirely averse to trusting Hillary Clinton as well. I do not agree with some of her tactics...or Obama's either, centrist as they seem to be...but the goals at which they are aiming those tactics?

Yes.

The correct iteration of that rule? Never trust a CROOKED pol.

Which of course means about 99.9% of them.

But every once in a while...

AG

Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie.-Mae West

I just wonder if he cheated, not just because of his candidacy, but because he feared and dreaded the possible verdict on his wife's health.  This is not to excuse his culpability, and yeah, I do believe that he didn't love this woman; he just took the opportunity and ran with it, and she took $114,000 from his campaign and ran away with that, too.

I'd like to see the result of the DNA test to see if he is the father of Rielle Hunter's little girl.

I swear, they all think that they can get away with it.  The Kennedys were the last to get that kind of Teflon, kid gloves, wink-wink-nod-nod treatment from the press.  Any sexual episode with a live girl or a dead boy...candidates should be steering clear of.  But they always forget.

An untypical Negro

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