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I've been on the wagon, trying to clean up my act, so to speak, and not engaging in tongue-wagging about celebrities and politicians and whomever with respect to their fallen lives. Look, Ma! No posts about Lindsey Lohan!** But there are some demonic forces so powerful that they simply overwhelm the meager moral defenses of your humble blogger.
Case in point: This picture.
This is Rielle Hunter telling some person on 20/20 (I think that's a TV show) that Elizabeth Edwards was "crazy" and that she attacked John Edwards physically when she found out about Rielle. I know, it's a confusing non-sequitor. Elizabeth may have been crazy, but attacking John Edwards physically seems more a sign of mental health than of craziness, something you really don't need a specific reason for (in Texas, a legitimate homicide defense is "He needed killing." 'Johnny' doesn't need killing but regular beatings would be therapeutic for all concerned). Staying married to him: crazy. Becoming his mistress when he tells you he has 3 other women on a string across this great land of ours: crazy. Staying his mistress when you find out that he totally lied to you about all the women he was schtupping and breaking up with just to be with you: crazy.
Allowing your 47-year-old legs and your bottle-blondness to be immortalized on the web: crazy.
** I hate it that people are making money off her self-destruction. She's just a couple of years older than my kids.