Ok, today’s post was going to be about the book Machete Season but that all went out the window when I read this on the Daily Beast‘s Cheat Sheet:

Report: Edwards Used Prostitutes
New York City local news blog DNA Info reported Thursday that a prostitute affiliated with the so-called “Millionaire Madam” says she had sex with the former presidential candidate. A call girl working for Anna Gristina reportedly told investigators that she was paid to have sex with Edwards while he was in New York in 2007, raising money for his failed presidential bid. Lawyers for Edwards did not comment on the story, but records show that Edwards did stay at New York’s Loews Regency Hotel—which is also where he allegedly met Rielle Hunter.

Stories like this make me feel like my heart is being slowly ripped out my body through my nose.  I wrote a joke about two years ago about this.  I like to say that just when I think this story cannot possibly get any douchier, it does.  This is why I cannot read the book Game Change.  I don’t need or want any more information about this man.  Now, the argument can be made that I can just skip those sections but I don’t have that level of discipline.

This is also one of the reasons I don’t get all inspired by anyone anymore.  If I was bitter and jaded before (and I am sure I am, one of my interns once called me “gumbly” but I think that was also because I was one of the only people in the office not afraid of the Congressman we worked for and didn’t jump out of my skin every time he did something), I am now.

Trifecta of failure (in increasing order of disappointment): the Kerry/Edwards campaign, the NY Mets (jacket) and John Edwards. When you are upset about three things and the least upsetting is a failed White House bid, well, that should say something.