09/11/2008 05:12 am ET Updated May 25, 2011

My Edwards Diary, Day Two

Well, I thought I would bang on about this for a while, let's say as
long as it remains a news story. Every time I read the words "Rielle
Hunter", I am going to say the words "Vicki Iseman" and "Cindy
McCain". There you go. Rielle Hunter Vicki Iseman Cindy McCain Rielle
Hunter Vicki Iseman Cindy McCain Rielle Hunter Vicki Iseman Cindy
McCain. Fun! And WHAT if Edwards had won the nomination?

Actually, pondering Edwards' futile quest for the nomination gives me
more respect for the guy. The fact is, Edwards was the only explicitly
progressive candidate, and he knew he wasn't going to win, but he kept
at it, spending lots of money (including a bit of mine) because he
wanted to get those pesky issues about working class people out there
on the table, and no one else did (or at least, only Hillary did, and
only after Edwards forced her hand). Every Edwards supporter knew that
in the Capitalist Golden Age, where our "leaders" are prized for their
Midas touch (remember King Midas? He turned his favorite daughter into
a golden statue -- whoops!), someone had to speak up for plain old
social and economic decency. So he did.

But don't come crying to me about what if he'd won. He wasn't going to
win and everyone knew it. He was the stalking horse for Hillary and
Obama and he stayed in the race long enough to to put his issues on
the table. Edwards has called himself a narcissist. My guess is, with
regard to sex, he's just a guy. I've know a lot of guys who reacted to
misfortune by going out and getting stupidly laid, haven't you?

But going out and getting stupidly laid and then coming home and
reconciling with the wife is not the same as going out, getting
stupidly laid, then divorcing the crippled wife and marrying the
pretty young thing (and taking out your marriage license before the
divorce is final). One is stupid. The other is cruel. Brutal. Heinous.
And well within the moral capacities of our Republican presidential