The above picture is the view across the street from our offices of the famous Beverly Hilton Hotel — where I have shot before, and where John Edwards was shot down after visiting his mistress and possible baby mama Rielle Hunter at 2:30 in the morning by a keystone caper of National Enquirer photographers.
What’s so messed up about the Edwards sex scandal is that, according to the overwhelming evidence in my film, John Edwards should have been in the White House as V.P., and therefore in the On-Deck circle to be President.
Instead, denied the will of the voters, Edwards spends the midterm elections banging some dried-up party girl and New Age freak who stresses that she doesn’t care about politics, while his wife bounces back from Cancer. (And she can’t even shoot!)
And as pathetic as this is, John McCain, the guy who probably will be President* (*Assuming they steal this election too) did one better — cheating on his still ailing wife with a young heiress, then dumping her altogether.
It’s not that I’m surprised by human weakness, but rather appalled that our leaders clearly feel entitled to abandon the loved ones they rely on to get them places. That, and the terrifying notion that a hard-on could lead me or any man in the exact wrong direction no matter how wise, intelligent, and informed.
