The American Spectator

p> PEAS IN A POD br> Re: Lisa Fabrizio’s Perfect Together : /p>

Good column. I have always thought that John Edwards entered politics in order to become President because someone, like an adoring grandmother, told him when he was probably in about eighth grade that his smile and hair reminded them of JFK. As all eighth grade boys do, he looked in the mirror and discovered that it was true! His hair is his most important asset: it is what makes him presidential material and he is a legend in his own mind.

p>Likewise some junior high social studies teacher told Hillary she was the smartest girl they had ever had in class and being the progressive that she is she simply took it from there and became (in her own mind) the smartest girl there ever was anywhere! (That had the added benefit of relieving her from having to look in the mirror at all, ever!) That they became lawyers, of course, helped them each hone the skill of telling the most convincing story in that cynical way we now practice law: “I can argue either side—it just depends on who is paying me; truth has nothing to do with it.” They are both stuck at about the eighth grade level intellectually and emotionally and can change their positions faster than my son could change his gym socks for swim flippers! br> — Rose Storey br> Portland, Oregon /p>

It is truly a good thing to be a Democrat. No matter what one does it is fully justified by the fact Democrats work for the common good, so the end justify the means. Ms. Fabrizio eloquently points this out.

I live in North Carolina and recently there was an editorial in the Charlotte paper which finds John Edwards to be entirely without flaw, but occasionally offers advice to his wife. It seems Ms. Edwards was offended by a North Carolina resident across the road from the manse. He had the temerity to fly an American flag and a sign that said Republicans in 2008 or something to that effect. Ms. Edwards found that offensive and told the gentleman to cease and desist. He would not and she became a bit cranky. Perhaps she raised her voice and used those words which begin with the most primitive letters of the English alphabet.

The gentleman sent her packing and thereafter remained on his front porch with a shotgun to chase off the many trucks which he had, graciously, allowed to sit in his front yard while waiting their turn to deliver their loads to the “Palacio d’Edwards.