I was named after a character on a soap opera in the fifties. My middle name is Ann. Do I like it? Not particularly. Do I hate it? Nope. It’s MY name and even though there were quite a few students in grade school that had the same name, it must have been a popular soap opera. I actually named my son after a character in All My Children…must be genetic!
Come here John Edwards and your little baby too! Wait. How’s this instead? Come here John Edwards and bring your sex video tape too. Does it sound like the Wicked Witch of the West running after Dorothy and little Toto? Great, it’s supposed to. Herewith are the makings of a very dirty, dramatic soap opera filled with love triangles, babies out-of-wedlock, political conniving, incurable diseases and a sex tape…..which are unfortunately and undeniably true. Allegedly.
I have to begin by declaring that I never liked John Edwards. I got bad vibes from him right from the start. It was something about his slick hair and apple-polished face. I was never a fan and can’t really say why except for something in the guy turned me off, he had a disingenuous feel about him; I didn’t trust him, nothing more, nothing less. Later this personal assessment was proven; this asshole decided to run on the Presidential ticket right about the time that his (as we thought then) precious wife was diagnosed with terminable cancer. Is it fair to judge his political expertise on that? No? Sorry, I did. The second he didn’t drop out of the Presidential race because his wife had cancer, he was lost to me. Gone. Done. No Do- overs. I did not want a man to run this country who wouldn’t want to be with his dying wife. Priorities. Oh, Poor Elizabeth, I tsked. Poor, poor Elizabeth. I truly felt sorry for this remarkable woman whose personal courage resonated in every part of me. Until….
I read that Elizabeth Edwards and her dear hubby John, both used her illness as STRATEGY for his campaign. “Let’s use your cancer diagnosis, we’ll get the sympathy vote.”( I’m paraphrasing.) What the hell? They used the “C” word, cancer, to work for them in his campaign? That’s low , in my opinion, not to mention tacky and heartless. It’s enough that I never liked him but now her too? She was pushing for this strategy? Oh no, tell me she didn’t!
This might be too much for my sensitive soul to take. I am running on emotional disgust fumes. Don’t like liars. Don’t like manipulators. On the other hand, I generally don’t like snitches but actually, in this case, I do. The snitches aka best friend and campaign manager, told the public, the truth. (Do I have to say allegedly again?)
I forgave Bill Clinton, I decided his private life was his business. I wasn’t thrilled when Monica Lewinsky found foster care in his office but I did not write him off. After all, that is one intense family and I know there is more to it than meets the eye. It was not my business (not that this is) and Bill was in office already when his state of “affairs” become more complicated.
John Edwards is now a new baby daddy. I can even, somewhat remotely, forgive a mistake BUT NOT this MANY and not with INTENT and MANIPULATION. He blamed his “fertility” on his friend and supposedly wanted to dupe the public with a fake diaper DNA test. I don’t even know how you can do that! Who thought up THIS storyline?
Supposedly, disgustingly, disturbingly, John Edwards told his lover that once his wife died they would get married and have their own family and that the Dave Matthews band would play at their wedding. Is that even believable? Really, you can’t get lower than that. Just hearing that makes me crazy and I can’t get rid of the image in my head and I have tried really hard!
John, you blew it, big time. Elizabeth, I still feel sorry for you that you have cancer but I would feel that way for anyone struggling with that horrid disease. I read that when Elizabeth Edwards heard about the love child that Johnny had with his lover “it made her throw up.” After reading about your escapades and writing about them, I know the feeling all too well. Both of you make me want to throw up.