Edwards had been carrying on with a younger, less classy, washed-out version of Camilla Parker-Bowles. Check Rielle Hunter out.
What have I gleaned from this unremarkable affair?
Nothing new. The man’s ambulance-chasing legal career already established him as a primo sleaze bag. Oddly enough, his public confession or statement reveals much more about his lack of character than the affair, which is a transgression many good people have committed. Edwards mischaracterized his 100 percent deceitfulness as being “99 percent honest.”
What else, other than that many men like simple, slag-like women?
That the National Inquirer is still the unsung newspaper of record in America, a reputation it established during the O.J. trial.
And that there is a reason Ann Coulter’s shallow fare is more popular than, dare I say, more substantial stuff.
