Providing Pitiful Cover For Edwards

Here is one of the most vapid justifications for the John Edwards screw-around to date.

If the choice for president is the list above, I’ll take the cheaters. Neither I, nor you, are picking husbands. We’re not electing national preachers, either.

So a week since slippery John confessed, I ask: Who’s better off or helped or served by this “news”? Me? You? Elizabeth Edwards? Her children? America? Here’s who: the National Enquirer. It’s made millions.

Don’t blame me. The writer is from Massachusetts.

Tell you what: if John Edwards kept it zipped and lived the life he publicly portrayed, the National Enquirer would be back to Brad and Angelina’s baby pics.

You know, we’ve learned nothing from the Clinton years. While everybody was in a frenzy over intern Lewinsky, Paula Jones, etc., Osama plotted in obscurity. But then, as now, we claimed our outrage wasn’t about sex, but lying about sex. Then, as now, what a bunch of baloney.

Stupid woman.

AGAIN, Bill Clinton didn’t lie to us about sex. He lied during testimony during a sexual harassment suit. Ms. Margery Eagan would be losing her mind if she was cornered in the workplace by a high-ranking government official, told to “kiss it”, and then later finding out he denied it ever happened during court proceedings.

I hope Eagan isn’t married because should her husband stray, I sincerely doubt “lying about sex” is something she’d think was “a bunch of baloney”.