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August 9, 2008
 EDWARDS IS A RETARD
Sometimes I used to wonder if Edwards really existed. I thought he was a poorly drawn caricature of himself. Everything from the twang to the hair and the thumb point was too cartoon for him to be taken seriously. At some point the character would break and some actor with a NY accent would say, ” i cant do this shit anymore”. So if anyone was surprised at this affair shit today, they are as lame as he is. I can’t explain why it makes me feel good about the universe to see a bullshit artist get called out. Maybe it’s just imagining that at the same time Edwards was getting weepy at the podium, pointing his thumb at us, and railing against anything that betrayed his own private ethic, he was fucking around behind his cancer patient wifes back. If a man lies to his wife, he’ll lie to anybody.

EDWARDS IS A RETARD

Sometimes I used to wonder if Edwards really existed. I thought he was a poorly drawn caricature of himself. Everything from the twang to the hair and the thumb point was too cartoon for him to be taken seriously. At some point the character would break and some actor with a NY accent would say, ” i cant do this shit anymore”. So if anyone was surprised at this affair shit today, they are as lame as he is. I can’t explain why it makes me feel good about the universe to see a bullshit artist get called out. Maybe it’s just imagining that at the same time Edwards was getting weepy at the podium, pointing his thumb at us, and railing against anything that betrayed his own private ethic, he was fucking around behind his cancer patient wifes back. If a man lies to his wife, he’ll lie to anybody.

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