Coming fresh on the heels of revelations that Jumpin' Johnny Edwards' late wife, the former Mary Elizabeth Anania, had publicly dissed him in her will, word out of TheHollywoodGossip.com via the National Enquirer is that JJE has already popped the question to the mother of his love child, Frances Quinn, and plans to wed Rielle Hunter this summer.
If he pays as much attention to his coiffure on his wedding day as he did as a Democrat vice presidential candidate, JJE should make a beautiful bride.
The whole seamy Edwardsian mess is a variation on the theme that when you make your bed, you should sleep in it and Jumpin Johnny is jumping headfirst into it, that is if you can believe the reportage of the Enquirer which also frontpaged the headlines, "Heartless Cheater Defies Elizabeth's Dying Wish" and "Rielle Tells His Two Young Kids: Call Me Mommy!"
Before dismissing that sensationalist tabloid out of hand, it should be remembered that the Enquirer exposed the John Edwards-Rielle Hunter liaison in the first place, or second place if you assume JJE exposed himself in the first place, and he denied last February that he would marry Ms. Hunter.
The contents of Elizabeth's will probably meant as much to Johnny as did his dying wife. As payback for his years of filing and winning multiple lawsuits on behalf of the other half of what he later called "two Americas," JJE is rolling in it, which is a reference to his wealth, not Rielle's bed.
(For all the sleaze on JJE, aka the Breck Boy, including attorney Edwards' alleged illicit attempt to phony up DNA evidence, see "Sex, Lies, and Dirty Diapers" and "A Modern Icarus."
Still, Elizabeth did launch an awesome if symbolic final shot in her last will and testament and stuck it to her horny hubby even though he dutifully stayed by her bedside in her dying days. Speculation that Rielle may have been pre-occupied with other pursuits during those days would be very mean-spirited. The Edwards' elder daughter, Cate, named the executor of Elizabeth's will instead of her attorney dad, may have gotten her own last blast at dad by freezing him out at her mother's funeral.
All that said, allowing that Elizabeth Edwards may only be dead three weeks, it may not be awfully premature to set Elizabeth's record straight. She is already buried and I come not to praise her.
Acclaimed a champion of health care reform, championing it only after being diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004, Mrs. Edwards was an accomplished lawyer in her own right who had campaigned tirelelessly for the two Johns, Edwards and Kerry, that year. She was also a vocal advocate for gay marriage and abortion rights.
If there were two America's in JJE's universe, there were also two Elizabeths.
If not a confirmed atheist or agnostic, she reacted with perhaps understandable bitterness following her diagnosis saying that "she couldn't see how she could believe in a god who would blow her 16-year-old son off the road and kill him in an auto accident in 1996 and that any god who could do that was a god that she was not going to be praying to to cure her cancer because if he wouldn't save her son, he wasn't going to save her."
According to ABCGMA.com, Mrs. Edwards, separated but not yet divorced from her husband of 30 years, threatened JJE's former aide, Andrew Young, with an alienation of affection lawsuit for having helped cause the dissolution of her marriage and attempted to extort money from him. The threat was both irrational and ironic since Edwards had tapped his long-time aide to be his fall guy to take the heat for impregnating Rielle and Young had, temporarily, agreed out of deference to his boss.
When the burden of that outrageous lie became too much for Young and his wife to bear, he spilled his guts on JJE and the outrage as well as on Elizabeth's threats and vicious name-calling in his 2010 tell-all book, The Politician.
Those are all sufficient references to get the picture. There's no need to recount the many corroborated stories of an insatiably ambitious Elizabeth Edwards, an apparent vile shrew who browbeat her weak and weepy husband, treatment that in no way excuses John Edwards' caddish, corrupt behavior but which does give reason to remember Elizabeth as nothing more than a loving mother.
May she rest in peace, along with John Edwards' career. And may God pity 12 year old Emma Claire Edwards, 10 year old Jack Edwards and, especially, little Frances Quinn.
(See all sources at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=3332)
If he pays as much attention to his coiffure on his wedding day as he did as a Democrat vice presidential candidate, JJE should make a beautiful bride.
The whole seamy Edwardsian mess is a variation on the theme that when you make your bed, you should sleep in it and Jumpin Johnny is jumping headfirst into it, that is if you can believe the reportage of the Enquirer which also frontpaged the headlines, "Heartless Cheater Defies Elizabeth's Dying Wish" and "Rielle Tells His Two Young Kids: Call Me Mommy!"
Before dismissing that sensationalist tabloid out of hand, it should be remembered that the Enquirer exposed the John Edwards-Rielle Hunter liaison in the first place, or second place if you assume JJE exposed himself in the first place, and he denied last February that he would marry Ms. Hunter.
The contents of Elizabeth's will probably meant as much to Johnny as did his dying wife. As payback for his years of filing and winning multiple lawsuits on behalf of the other half of what he later called "two Americas," JJE is rolling in it, which is a reference to his wealth, not Rielle's bed.
(For all the sleaze on JJE, aka the Breck Boy, including attorney Edwards' alleged illicit attempt to phony up DNA evidence, see "Sex, Lies, and Dirty Diapers" and "A Modern Icarus."
Still, Elizabeth did launch an awesome if symbolic final shot in her last will and testament and stuck it to her horny hubby even though he dutifully stayed by her bedside in her dying days. Speculation that Rielle may have been pre-occupied with other pursuits during those days would be very mean-spirited. The Edwards' elder daughter, Cate, named the executor of Elizabeth's will instead of her attorney dad, may have gotten her own last blast at dad by freezing him out at her mother's funeral.
All that said, allowing that Elizabeth Edwards may only be dead three weeks, it may not be awfully premature to set Elizabeth's record straight. She is already buried and I come not to praise her.
Acclaimed a champion of health care reform, championing it only after being diagnosed with breast cancer in 2004, Mrs. Edwards was an accomplished lawyer in her own right who had campaigned tirelelessly for the two Johns, Edwards and Kerry, that year. She was also a vocal advocate for gay marriage and abortion rights.
If there were two America's in JJE's universe, there were also two Elizabeths.
If not a confirmed atheist or agnostic, she reacted with perhaps understandable bitterness following her diagnosis saying that "she couldn't see how she could believe in a god who would blow her 16-year-old son off the road and kill him in an auto accident in 1996 and that any god who could do that was a god that she was not going to be praying to to cure her cancer because if he wouldn't save her son, he wasn't going to save her."
According to ABCGMA.com, Mrs. Edwards, separated but not yet divorced from her husband of 30 years, threatened JJE's former aide, Andrew Young, with an alienation of affection lawsuit for having helped cause the dissolution of her marriage and attempted to extort money from him. The threat was both irrational and ironic since Edwards had tapped his long-time aide to be his fall guy to take the heat for impregnating Rielle and Young had, temporarily, agreed out of deference to his boss.
When the burden of that outrageous lie became too much for Young and his wife to bear, he spilled his guts on JJE and the outrage as well as on Elizabeth's threats and vicious name-calling in his 2010 tell-all book, The Politician.
Those are all sufficient references to get the picture. There's no need to recount the many corroborated stories of an insatiably ambitious Elizabeth Edwards, an apparent vile shrew who browbeat her weak and weepy husband, treatment that in no way excuses John Edwards' caddish, corrupt behavior but which does give reason to remember Elizabeth as nothing more than a loving mother.
May she rest in peace, along with John Edwards' career. And may God pity 12 year old Emma Claire Edwards, 10 year old Jack Edwards and, especially, little Frances Quinn.
(See all sources at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=3332)