There are days when I love Schadenfrude. No, not streudel. Schadenfrude... the Germanic notion of taking joy in the pratfalls and stupidity of your opponents. And as the John Edwards story reached its zenith yesterday, and continues to entertain today, I cannot help but take joy in the fall of this deviant, blow-hard, rat-fucker trial lawyer from Nawth Carolina. Because yes, John, there are indeed two Americas.
There is one where you schtupp campaign workers, a la Ted Kennedy and Mary Jo Kopechne, and there is one where your wedding vows actually mean something. At least Rielle Hunter isn't gasping for air in a shallow salt marsh while John Edwards lies comfortably in bed.
There are so many facets to this story to comment on, its a veritable treasure trove for bloggers.
First, the press got caught with its pants down. (No word if there a fat Jewish intern and a cigar involved.) There is the mad scramble now, because nearly every major outlet of the Mainstream Liberal Cuckold Press (MLCP) refused to even spend a dime investigating the information that the National Enquirer found with four staffers and a photographer. Let's face it, the National Enquirer breaking this story under the noses fo the MLCP is a little bit like the Keystone Kops capturing the Lindbergh Baby Killer. So the MLCP is left with their pants around their ankles trying to explain their abject failure to report the news instead of trying to craft it.
The natural defense, is that John Edwards really wasn't a candidate anymore, so it wasn't really news. Uh huh. Yeah. By the way, I have a bridge in London to sell you, pal. If ANY former Republican candidate for the nomination had been caught in any such situation, the MLCP would have run that story down like they were John Waller chasing down Kunta Kinte.
Second, the press got screwed without getting at least cab fare afterwards. Among the stories being pushed out by the MLCP's leading Gruppenfuhrer David Shuster is that the press was lied to, first by the Edwards campaign, and then Edwards friends and advisers. You mean a politician lied to you about getting caught in flagrante delicto? Oh c'mon, give me a break. No wonder the press doesn't choose to chase down the real source of O'Guvnah's affair with Sade Baderinwa -- because if a Democrat Liberal Fascist Prettyboy denies it, he can't be telling a lie. Cry me a river boys. You lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas. (Or, in O'Guvnah's case, you go to port with a mariner, you get up with crabs!)
Third, John Edwards is claiming that politicians run for office get so full of themselves, so arrogant, they feel that anything they do can't be wrong. Wait. Where have we heard that before? Arrogance... self-absortion... messianic complex? Hmm... Just think, John Edwards could relaunch his campaign with the motto "We are the infidelity you were faithful for!"
Fourth, John Edwards was schtupping this woman while his wife's cancer was in remission. Marital infidelity is bad enough. But diddling a campaign worker after your wife had just survived one aggressive round of cancer treatment, and she was in remission? Does this ratfucking bastard have any moral conscience at all? I would call him a man, but a man doesn't do that. Boys don't even do that. Ratfucking whore-monger ass clowns do that. That his wife is willing to forgive him, frankly, makes it worse. Elizabeth Edwards should "Bobbit" his ass.
Fifth, maybe he's the father, maybe he's not. Old Johnny is more than willing to take the DNA test, and in fact, looks forward to it. But wait, Rielle wants to protect her daughter, and isn't willing to allow that to happen. There is no father on birth certificate. And Johnny's lawyer friends, led by Fred Baron have circled around to make some hefty payments to both Rielle Hunter and Andrew Young (who claims to be the father). Sorry, but this fish stinks from the head folks.
All in all, you have a lying, capricious, ratfucking bastard who is self-absorbed and self-centered, diddling women other than his wife, lying to a press that would give him cover anyway. Remember, it is never the crime that gets you, it's the cover up. He dumps his confession on the opening night of the Olympics, guaranteeing that most of the public will never see it. And somehow, his willingness to "prove" he is not the father will now be blocked by a mother getting paid off. (Hmm... did she file those payoffs on her taxes. Just wondering?)
I have long believed that if you wait long enough, people get what they deserve.
And I am always one to take joy in people getting wh