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Politics : Liberalism: Do You Agree We've Had Enough of It? -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: American Spirit who wrote (12207)	7/28/2007 12:56:29 PM
From: Ann Corrigan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 224744

Edwards is an egotistical hypocrite. He preaches about "two Americas" while living a luxurious lifestyle in an indecently large home. Have you reported Edwards humungous carbon footprint to Al Gore? Both the Edwards exploit their son's death, & insult his memory, by shamefully attempting to gain votes by pulling at the heartstrings of naive Democrats.

To: American Spirit who wrote (12207)	7/28/2007 2:04:02 PM
From: longnshort	Respond to of 224744

The Kerri campaign people hated Edwards. Even Kerri hates him

To: American Spirit who wrote (12207)	7/28/2007 2:50:00 PM
From: Brumar89	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 224744

Edwards Breaks Wife's Rib ... Getting it On! Posted by: Matt Lewis at 9:13 AM Some way to show love. Kinda weird. How many guys have broken their wife's rib? Course, they're leftwing Dems so this could been some kinky weird stuff involving harnesses and role-playing. Every once in a while, you read a Men's magazine, and find something truly TRULY disturbing. What follows is the true story (according to John Edwards) of how Elizabeth Edwards' cancer was discovered ... From a profile in Esquire: "I hope this isn't too personal," I said to Edwards, "but I was reading about how Elizabeth discovered her cancer this second go-around. It was a broken rib, correct?" "Yes," Edwards said. "The papers said you were hugging her -- which is always nice to hear, a married guy hugging his wife. It must have been bizarre. What happened, you just hugged her and heard a snap?" "Maybe it is a little personal," Edwards said, laughing self-consciously. "Maybe I don't want to know?" "It was a perfectly reasonable question," he said, bailing me out. "So hugging was perhaps a euphemism?" "That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it," he said, raking his forelock with his fingers. At the next overpass, the caravan pulled over. My time in the minivan had run out. H/T: Amanda Carpenter (who reads Esquire cover-to-cover) townhall.com

To: American Spirit who wrote (12207)	7/28/2007 4:53:04 PM
From: Ann Corrigan	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 224744

What a crock this is..."the Clinton campaign declined comment." HA! That's because they told the NY Times where to find the letters. Hillary knew exactly what would be found in them. It must be her attempt to make herself look warmer than an ice cube: >>July 29, 2007 In the ’60s, a Future Candidate Poured Her Heart Out in Letters By MARK LEIBOVICH, New York Times WASHINGTON, July 28 — They were high school friends from Park Ridge, Ill., both high achievers headed East to college. John Peavoy was a bookish film buff bound for Princeton, Hillary Rodham a driven, civic-minded Republican going off to Wellesley. They were not especially close, but they found each other smart and interesting and said they would try to keep in touch. Which they did, prodigiously, exchanging dozens of letters between the late summer of 1965 and the spring of 1969. Ms. Rodham’s 30 dispatches are by turns angst-ridden and prosaic, glib and brooding, anguished and ebullient — a rare unfiltered look into the head and heart of a future first lady and would-be president. Their private expressiveness stands in sharp contrast to the ever-disciplined political persona she presents to the public now. “Since Xmas vacation, I’ve gone through three and a half metamorphoses and am beginning to feel as though there is a smorgasbord of personalities spread before me,” Ms. Rodham wrote to Mr. Peavoy in April 1967. “So far, I’ve used alienated academic, involved pseudo-hippie, educational and social reformer and one-half of withdrawn simplicity.” Befitting college students of any era, the letters are also self-absorbed and revelatory, missives from an unformed and vulnerable striver who had, in her own words, “not yet reconciled myself to the fate of not being the star.” “Sunday was lethargic from the beginning as I wallowed in a morass of general and specific dislike and pity for most people but me especially,” Ms. Rodham reported in a letter postmarked Oct. 3, 1967. In other letters, she would convey a mounting exasperation with her rigid conservative father and disdain for both “debutante” dormmates and an acid-dropping friend. She would issue a blanket condemnation of the “boys” she had met (“who know a lot about ‘self’ and nothing about ‘man’ ”) and also tell of an encounter she had with “a Dartmouth boy” the previous weekend. “It always seems as though I write you when I’ve been thinking too much again,” Ms. Rodham wrote in one of her first notes to Mr. Peavoy, postmarked Nov. 15, 1965. She later joked that she planned to keep his letters and “make a million” when he became famous. “Don’t begrudge me my mercenary interest,” she wrote. Of course, it was Hillary Rodham Clinton who became famous while Mr. Peavoy has lived out his life in contented obscurity as an English professor at Scripps College, a small women’s school in Southern California where he has taught since 1977. Every bit the wild-haired academic, with big silver glasses tucked behind bushy gray sideburns, he lives with his wife, Frances McConnel, and their cat, Lulu, in a one-story house cluttered with movies, books and boxes — one of which contains a trove of letters from an old friend who has since become one of the most cautious and analyzed politicians in America. When contacted about the letters, Mr. Peavoy allowed The New York Times to read and copy them. The Clinton campaign declined to comment.<<