Friday, August 8, 2008

A Woman Scorned

John Edwards,
The worst thing you did was the best thing you did.
You don't know me, and yet I am a woman scorned.
But don't think for one minute that your cheating, lying, adulterous ways are what have me so pissed off.
What infuriates me enough to bother with writing you -- and believe me when I say I have countless more important things to write about each and every single day -- is that I wanted you to be my president.
I pride myself on being able to smell a rat. This time, maybe I was desperate. Maybe I wanted to cling to the hope of the impossible. Maybe I somehow allowed my cynical self to get suckered by that "change" nonsense.
I thought: this guy seems like he might actually care about our nation's broken education system. I thought: this guy talks like home. I thought: this guy seems real.
I failed miserably in my judgment and in shame I am kicking myself.
If only you'd come a little closer so I could kick you instead. Then I might feel better.
You are just like all the rest. Some days I wonder if the only person qualified to be a politician is someone who wouldn't have the job.
I would not vote for you for trash collector, though it seems your skill set might make it a good match for you. I am grateful that you will never be my president.
You have humiliated me, and sickened me. I am a woman scorned.

"In 1999, when Edwards was a senator, he said of President Clinton and his affair with Monica Lewinsky:

'I think this president has shown a remarkable disrespect for his office, for the moral dimensions of leadership, for his friends, for his wife, for his precious daughter. It is breathtaking to me the level to which that disrespect has risen.'

In 2006, Edwards' political action committee paid $100,000 in a four-month span to a newly formed firm run by Hunter, who directed the production of four Web videos showing Edwards in supposedly candid moments as well as in a public speech talking about morality."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, me too, me too. I'm so sad because I loved him. And while I'm all about personal privacy, I can't help but wonder why he thought he could get away with this. The big poop! I agree that probably the people who should take the job wouldn't, so we are left with the rest. Ugh.