Back in 2004, I was all about John Edwards. To me, he was the Democrat best suited to take on George W. Bush. Edwards was young, smart, energetic, compassionate and loaded with good ideas. He was my candidate, and I was thrilled when John Kerry selected him as his running mate.
Even in 2008, before I jumped on the Obama bandwagon, I was squarely in Edwards’ corner. The guy just seemed to be genuinely concerned with more than merely wealthy donors. I believed he would make an excellent president.
So much for my judgement.
As the world now knows (and many non-Jeff Pearlmans knew then), John Edwards is a fraud. A big, fat, full-of-himself fraud. He lied. He cheated. He left his cancer-stricken wife in the dust in order to chase tail. He is the worst kind of snake, and as much as I loathe political figures like Sarah Palin and Mitt Romney, and loathe Edwards 8 million times more.
I digress. Today the sad news came out that Elizabeth Edwards, John’s ex-wife, is in a dire condition The cancer that she’s battled so courageously is making a strong move, and—according to reports—she has a couple of weeks left. “The days of our lives, for all of us, are numbered,” Edwards wrote on her Facebook page. “We know that. And yes, there are certainly times when we aren’t able to muster as much strength and patience as we would like. It’s called being human. But I have found that in the simple act of living with hope, and in the daily effort to have a positive impact in the world, the days I do have are made all the more meaningful and precious. And for that I am grateful.”
I don’t know Elizabeth Edwards. When all the news came out about her cheating husband, there were follow-up reports that she was a tough, nasty woman. Personally, I could give a rat’s ass. This tough, nasty woman was dying of cancer. She was inspiring women with her courage, and all the while her spouse was stabbing her with 1,000 knives. She deserves respect and peace and good wishes, and I hurt for her.