The Truth About Elizabeth Edwards*
Political correctness and the blinders that the MSM have willingly worn have prevented so many people from seeing that Elizabeth Edwards, wife of John ‘Pretty Pony’ Edwards, is not the ‘brave’ cancer patient and ‘mistreated and wornged’ wife she claims to be. Erick Erickson is not one of those and, in a posting today over at Red State, he speaks the uncomfortable truth:
As Michelle [Malkin] quotes from the book Game Change, “Confronted then with the Enquirer photo of her husband cuddling Hunter’s baby, she insisted to Palmieri that she still believed he was not the father. ‘I have to believe it,’ Elizabeth said. ‘Because if I don’t, it means I’m married to a monster.’”
Having read the stuff about the relationship between Elizabeth and John Edwards, I think if Elizabeth Edwards wants to see what the monster looks like in their marriage, she should look in the mirror.
I am in no way excusing or justifying John Edwards cheating on his wife. But I was really shocked that the man who admitted he has “increasingly egocentric and narcissistic” is married to someone more narcissistic than himself. Elizabeth comes across as a demeaning witch.
She belittles her husband. She belittles his work. She belittles his family. She belittles his education.
A few real reporters have dared write about her behavior, but they have been ignored, just as book reviewers of her first book Saving Graces ignored the New Age pabulum that inhabited it.
The two men who wrote Game Change, John Heilemann and Mark Halperin, recently had a chapter on the Edwardses excerpted in New York Magazine. A highlight:
Elizabeth’s illness seemed at first to mellow her in the early months of 2005—but not for long. One day, she was on a conference call with the staffers of One America, the political-action committee that was being turned into a vehicle for John’s 2008 bid. There were 40 or 50 people on the line, mostly kids in their twenties being paid next to nothing (and in some cases literally nothing). Elizabeth had been cranky throughout the call, but at the end she asked if her and her husband’s personal health-care coverage had been arranged. Not yet, she was told. There are complications; let’s discuss it after the call. Elizabeth was having none of that. She flew into a rage.
If this isn’t dealt with by tomorrow, everyone’s health care at the PAC will be cut off until it’s fixed, she barked. I don’t care if nobody has health care until John and I do!
The health-care call attained wide infamy in the Edwards camp. The people around them marveled at Elizabeth’s callousness—this from a woman whose family had multiple houses and a net worth in the tens of millions. Yet no one called her out on her behavior, least of all her husband. His default reflex was to mollify her—or avoid her. No one doubted that, as her condition improved, the increase in John’s travel had a lot to do with steering clear of his wife. What they didn’t know was that the road would soon hold other enticements, too.
*I’ve had cancer and I approve this message.