The life of John Edwards flame Rielle Hunter has been a novel, literally, with Bolivian marching powder, movie scripts called "It's All About Uranus" and electrocuted horses.
Anybody who takes note of Edwards' impeccable grooming must be
a Republican spy.
When it's learned that a noted writer based the main character
of one of his novels on a real person in an ongoing political
sex/finance scandal -- a real person about whom almost nothing was
known until one week ago -- you're not allowed to look to that
novel for any clues about that person whatsoever. In fact, why even
bring it up?
Hey, at least Rielle is out there doing something with her
life.
