Rielle Life Drama

In following the news of late, it looks as if we don't require TV or most films anymore to satisfy our penchant for entertainment of the dramatic kind. Between Rupert Murdoch's continuing crumbling empire filled with hackers and PM's in his once silk-lined pockets, and courtroom confessions and accusations in John Edwards' trial, it is truly popcorn time - heavily buttered with lots of salt.

Let's focus on the Edwards' trial for misuse of campaign funds to hide his mistress: After all, it's a tale of sex, lies, money, betrayed wives, and politics. OMG! Could it become sleazier? Yes, and it will. The image former Edwards' "patsy-man" Andrew Young painted in our minds of a dark country road where he and Edwards stopped to have a little chat about Young's insistence that Edwards admit to the affair, all the while wondering if someone might be hiding in the nearby woods with a gun to send him off to the Netherworlds, is just amazingly eerie and directly out of The Godfather or a film in which James Cagney would have starred.

Then there is yesterday's courtroom drama of Andrew Young's wife, Cheri, who sobbed so much during her testimony when describing how humiliated she felt when her husband informed her that he would publicly admit to being the father of Edwards' child by former mistress Rielle Hunter, that she developed a piercing migraine, causing the court to adjourn for the day.

There is so much more to come. According to Andrew Young, he is in possession of a sex tape of Edwards and Hunter doing the nasty. Why anyone needs to see that mess is beyond me; however it has been implied that if not the jury, at least the judge may view it. Why? Will she be alone in his Chambers? Does she or anyone else need proof that SEX was part of the affair? I mean, isn't that how an affair goes down? (Raises eyebrows at the judge.)

Soon the woman at the center of the scandal will make an appearance in court to testify for the Defense. You know, the woman for whom Edwards supposedly was willing to ruin his entire life - up to a point, of course - who, according to additional court testimony, Edwards called a "slut" in private when attempting to dodge the I'm The Daddy Bullet. Such a gentleman, isn't he?

When Rielle Hunter steps into the courtroom and on to the Witness Stand, the only sounds anyone will hear in the hushed courtroom will be the acid churning in John Edwards' stomach.

And the drama will be at its highest pitch.

Was she worth it, John? If you actually loved her and were torn between staying by your cancer-stricken wife or being the Sexy Swain Of Your Below-The-Belt-Brain, perhaps a few people might understand. I mean, you were trying to become the President of the U.S. and you had a very well-liked and also sick wife who always stood by your side. But, no, you weren't in love with anyone but yourself.

The plot doth thicken as the trial carries on. At the end of most entertainment dramas, the "Bad Guy" usually get his due by being killed in a bullet-ridden massacre, or is sent off to jail. Or, as in Classic Gangsta' stories, a few slip through loopholes, don a hat (but Edwards wouldn't do that to his pretty hair), and saunter off into the darkness unscathed.

Whatever the outcome, between now and the verdict, we can be sure to see the villain squirm as more worms turn with additional confessions about the indiscretion.
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