Mirror, Mirror…
2010-01-29 - by
No one was much surprised when John Edwards fessed up and said he was the father of Rielle Hunter’s daughter – but nothing involving John Edwards ever seems to run along the straight and narrow path and sure enough there was an odd line in Edwards’ confession that twisted contrition into a knot.
Here’s what the News and Observer reported: “Edwards finally admitted Thursday he had fathered Francis Quinn Hunter, the daughter of his former mistress Rielle Hunter. The day before, he pulled on a pair of blue jeans and headed for Haiti. “He took a sleeping bag; he had no return ticket.”
Now, why on earth would John Edwards – in the middle of a confession – have his P.R. people tell the press he was headed to Haiti with a sleeping bag and no return ticket?
I suspect it is because John Edwards’ cardinal sin isn’t adultery – it is vanity. He can’t stop praising himself – or paying P.R. people to paint a portrait that has him possessing a spirit and compassion so noble and profound and burning he rushed to Haiti with no way to return home.
But what happened to that same compassion when it came to the simpler and more profound duty of acknowledging his own daughter?
John Edwards hasn’t turned over a new leaf. He’s simply demonstrated he’s the walking, breathing, talking caricature of a vanity so boundless it would make Snow White’s stepmother blush.
Posted in General, National Democrats
Mirror, Mirror…
2010-01-29/
No one was much surprised when John Edwards fessed up and said he was the father of Rielle Hunter’s daughter – but nothing involving John Edwards ever seems to run along the straight and narrow path and sure enough there was an odd line in Edwards’ confession that twisted contrition into a knot.
Here’s what the News and Observer reported: “Edwards finally admitted Thursday he had fathered Francis Quinn Hunter, the daughter of his former mistress Rielle Hunter. The day before, he pulled on a pair of blue jeans and headed for Haiti. “He took a sleeping bag; he had no return ticket.”
Now, why on earth would John Edwards – in the middle of a confession – have his P.R. people tell the press he was headed to Haiti with a sleeping bag and no return ticket?
I suspect it is because John Edwards’ cardinal sin isn’t adultery – it is vanity. He can’t stop praising himself – or paying P.R. people to paint a portrait that has him possessing a spirit and compassion so noble and profound and burning he rushed to Haiti with no way to return home.
But what happened to that same compassion when it came to the simpler and more profound duty of acknowledging his own daughter?
John Edwards hasn’t turned over a new leaf. He’s simply demonstrated he’s the walking, breathing, talking caricature of a vanity so boundless it would make Snow White’s stepmother blush.
Posted in General, National Democrats