John Edwards is reportedly a shell of his former perfectly coiffed, toothy, “Two Americas” self as he struggles to deal with the repercussions of his affair with Rielle Hunter (and Hunter’s subsequent pregnancy) and allegations that he used campaign funds to keep said pregnancy on the DL. Once referred to as “Kennedyesque,” Edwards is now pretty much in hiding as he tries to avoid being served with legal paperwork involving Hunter’s lawsuit against his former aide Andrew Young. Oh, how the mighty have fallen …
During the day, Edwards’ biggest work project, according to a former adviser who spoke with Edwards as recently as a few weeks ago, involves huddling with legal advisers, strategizing how to stave off a possible federal grand jury indictment surrounding up to $1 million in presidential campaign funds that he is alleged to have diverted to hide Hunter during her pregnancy.
I find John Edwards completely disgusting. One the absolute basest level, the National Enquirer now has some degree of credibility. That’s just wrong. However, the biggest problem for me is that Edwards publicly denied paternity of Hunter’s daughter, Frances Quinn. I mean, this child is one day going to be able to read. She’s going to have the ability to do internet research (probably sooner rather than later—neither Edwards nor Hunter are reputable people, in my opinion, but both possess intelligence). How the hell is the poor kid going to feel when she realizes that not only did her conception and birth ruin her father’s political career (and possibly marriage, although that has been widely disputed—it was reportedly kind of a sham in the first place) but the son of a bitch didn’t even acknowledge fathering her? In fact, he had one of his freaking employees take responsibility. This kid’s psychiatrist is going to have a field day. I mean, just … wow.