Take John Edwards, who came frighteningly close to the White House. Twice!
He is a lying, cheating, philandering bucket of scum who denied paternity of his own child — oh, that most indelible scourge on the very poor he claimed to champion.
All the while fornicating and lying and videotaping his fornication and lies while his wife — crazy though she was — lay dying, breastless, in savage grief.
No friend of the poor, Mr. Edwards used them as stage props in his campaign for the glorification of — what? His precious hair?
Which now suffers the indignity of $35 clippers. Ha ha! It is the only justice we can hope for. Can’t look to federal prosecutors for that.
Then there is Congress, where Mr. Edwards was once a titan, roaming the wide hallways trailed by a bevy of staff, generously paid for by — well, suckers like you and me.