I'm crying like a bitch. I can't stop now that the pretend breast cancer survivor, Elizabeth Edwards, is dead. Isn't it interesting how this announcement was made fairly close to rumors that Bobby Doll, John Edwards, is about to be indicted for using campaign funds to silence his mistress who he sired a child with, while his wife was supposedly dying of cancer.
What should appall us even more is that this man was fairly close to be nominated President by the idiots who make up the backbone of the Democrat Party. Didn't John Francois Kerry select him as his Vice Presidential nominee? And somehow John McNasty had lost his marbles by choosing the moose killing moron, Palin. At least Palin never cheated on her even dumber husband, Todd, who she created a Downs Syndrome baby with, Trig. Retardation must run in the family.
As for Edwards, many in the Left-wing media have been lionizing the hero Elizabeth. But she was a no good tramp who covered up her husband's lies so that she could be an even fatter First Lady than the First Beast, let alone Big Momma Clinton. She was portrayed in Game Change as a crazed angry shrew who lashed out at staffers as if they were the help at her 30,000 square foot estate. If anything is a better reflection of your soul, it is how you treat the little people. Saint my ass!!!
Unlike the far-left media, I am not even buying the story that she is a dead or that she ever had breast cancer. This death stunt was nothing, but a rouse to engender sympathy in effort to revive her ambulance chasing husband's political career. After all, isn't the far left looking for someone as honorable as John Edwards to challenge the capitulator-in-chief, B. Hussein Obama?
Edwards is perfect for the deranged fools of the left who sit in front of MSNBC, watching Rachel Madow and actually buy her distorted view of the world. By the way, can't Madow find something better to do than entertain all 300 of her viewer? Doesn't Janet Reno need an assistant? Edwards would slay Obama. At every stop, he could mention how he won't talk about his dead son, Wade, as he did in his 2004 Presidential run when it was mentioned in almost every speech. He even has the benefit of a dead scorned wife and I'm sure he will use that to get votes, even though he cheated on her with some crazy coke snorting slut. I'm sure both Wade and Elizabeth will enjoy the charade as they sip their Pina Coladas at the multi-million condo they are hidden at in the Caribbean.
As we all recall, when Edwards was a trial lawyer, he often resorted to using the tactic of speaking for the dead children he was suing on behalf of and on one occasion, channeled the voice of child in front of jury as if he was performing a séance. Thus, no one will be surprised that when he gets the Democratic Party nomination for President 2012, he will use his psychic powers to bring back Elizabeth and Wade to live again.
Can you just imagine that? Imagine all the Ambulance Chasers living for the dream, which gets me to last weeks even more sickening story line. Indeed, I am referring to all the losers who are paying tribute to John Lennon, the man of peace and love who lived in a multi-million dollar home in the Dakota with his controlling bitch wife who broke up the Beatles. Excuse me, thank you, Yoko, because the Beatles sucked ass anyway. I can't think of more overrated collection of lightweights. Their songs are no better than Justin Beiber, except at least Beiber knows how to dance and does not act as if he is some symbol of a generation the way the self-important Lennon and McCartney did.
Richard Millhouse Nixon, one of great 20th century Presidents, correctly targeted Lennon as a counter-cultural terrorist. He should have been deported back to the U.K where he could enjoy the privileges of socialized medicine. This supposed man of peace spit in the face of American soldiers who fought and died in Vietnam so that he and Yoko could sit around naked and complain about war. Not only was he a disgrace in that regard, he was a horrible parent, just like Elizabeth Edwards.
He dumped his first son, Julian, like a hot potato at the behest of Yoko and to this very day, Julian has been treated as a second class citizen, while Yoko Ono still lives off the proceeds of her husband's pop music career in the Dakota, where Rosemary's Baby was filmed.
To those who mourn Lennon, I have one thing to say: Free David Chapman so that he can take care of Paul as well. If there is an even bigger asshole than Lennon, it is Sir Paul McCartney. We can all recall how he whined to the media how stupid George W. Bush was, but forget to look in the mirror. Did the man who invaded Iraq without justification marry a peg-legged gold digger like Heather Mills, who claimed she didn't know who the Beatles were, without a pre-nuptial agreement? How stupid is that?
Not only that, the loser McCartney lost the rights to his songs, to a bleached and crazy pedophile by the name of Michael Jackson. The mindlessness doesn't end there as McCartney also was out maneuvered by Steve Jobs, who claimed Apple as his own and actually used it to build a strong company with useful products like the iPod, as opposed to crappy songs like Penney Lane, Let it be and Yellow Submarine.
For all this stupidity in life and business, the doddering McCartney was knighted by the Queen. Should it surprise us that the sun now sets on the British Empire when they best they can come up with is some has-been pop singer who got snookered by Michael Jackson? It almost makes me want to sing Ebony and Ivory, another dreadful ode created by Sir Paul.
Today, Heather Mills can rest comfortably in her lush home financed by Sir Paul while she ditched her prosthetic in favor of servants who carry her wherever she wants to go because some horny old man couldn't help himself when he fell in love with this legless train wreck. It almost makes you want to say God Save the Queen, but instead, I shall just Imagine Living for the Dream of seeing David Chapman bestowed with the Nobel Prize. After all, if a failed empty suit like Obama can get one, why not David since he took out one of the biggest creeps in American popular culture.