Elizabeth Edwards: Enabler

By Ethel C. Fenig

As accomplished lawyer Elizabeth Edwards peddles her whiny, woe unto me, mistitled book Resilience, about her husband John Edwards, -- ex senator, ex vice presidential candidate, ex presidential candidate and past, present and probably future total low life -- several people--including (un)callous me--lack sympathy for her. As Kurt Schlichter of Big Hollywood puts it

Creepy husband who cheats with a trampy party girl and humiliates you in front of the entire nation? You probably chose to marry and stick with a creepy husband who would cheat with a trampy party girl and humiliate you in front of the entire nation.

OK, maybe she stuck with him for the fairly understandable reason; the sake of the children. And sadly she had/has cancer. And a 28,000 square foot house. So she became an enabler and an accomplice. Knowing his sordid story, she signed on to his lying presidential campaign in full adoring wife mode; celebrating their wedding anniversary at a public dinner, dragging the couple's children along to campaign, enjoying life in that mansion while preaching environmentalism and bemoaning poverty. Through it all, there she was, beaming at her husband.

I hope just one interviewer has the guts to ask the only question I'd like to hear her answer:

Why don't you and Johnny have the decency to just go away?

And then divorce the guy and set a decent example for your kids and the rest of the nation.

And change the title of your book from Resilience to My Life As a Lap Dog.