I didn't think that it was possible for me to think less of John Edwards, a man I used to greatly admire, until I read in today's Huffington post a story about the book proposal his former aide, Andrew Young, is shopping around. According to Young, Edwards told Rielle Hunter, his former mistress, that he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in NYC, complete with the the Dave Mathews Band, once his wife Elizabeth was dead.

Lovely. Not only did this man have an affair and father a child out of wedlock while his wife, who was (and still is) battling a deadly reccurence of cancer stood by his side on the campaign trail, he was actually waiting for her to die, so he could he could have a fancy wedding with his chippie. Imagine the pillowtalk: "Yeah, baby, as soon as she's cold in the grave, we can call the caterer."