May 7, 2009, - 12:20 pm
The Elizabeth Edwards Oprah Emasculation Session
By Debbie Schlussel
The media world–and some conservative hypocrites like Sean Vannity–are all abuzz over the Elizabeth Edwards interview with Oprah, which airs today on the daytime TV talk show host’s daily garbage-fest.
But it’s no cause for celebration. It’s actually very unseemly. Yes, the guy cheated. So, leave him . . . or not. But don’t do this “Jerry Springer” act all dressed up in the high-brow rapper of the corpulent high-priestess HOprah. If you do this–and Mrs. Edwards did–you really are no different than the trash on Jerry and Maury on every single other channel.
To air your whole dirty laundry on national TV and in a book you’re pimping, well, I’m sorry, Elizabeth Edwards, but I don’t feel for you.
What this amounts to is a national television castration of the guy, something Oprah loves to do with cheating husbands. This fits nicely into her anti-male narrative. It’s nothing new. A husband took vows. He cheated. Especially a politician and one with lots of money. Some of the spouses even have cancer. Mrs. Edwards isn’t the first. And there’s really nothing new here . . . unless Rielle Hunter becomes the new spokeswoman for “No Excuses” jeans. And that wouldn’t be news either.
It’s not even new for Oprah. She had on a similarly wealthy and equally low-class “my man cheated on me” ranter from Detroit. A wealthy woman, Suzy Farbman, knew her gazillionaire hubby was a serial cheater on her. But she loved the money and the parties. So, instead, she stayed and wrote a book–which no-one bought or read. And got her sister, a friend and producer for Oprah, to put her and her “repenting” husband and their two sons on national TV for all the world to see. She got her revenge. Her husband’s penis is now basically gone, unable to be re-attached Bobbitt-style (no shocker or coincidence that Oprah featured a gushing interview with the castrater, Lorena Bobbitt, last week).
Sorry, but if your husband cheats on you, going on Oprah to talk about it and whine doesn’t make you any better. It kinda, sorta makes you worse.
Yes, John Edwards is a lout. But not because he’s a philanderer. He’s a cretin because he (and Elizabeth, who certainly doesn’t need the money from this book) made his money off the backs of doctors and hospitals in America, in ridiculous lawsuits in which he portrayed a fetus. That’s why he’s a creep. He’s a leftist, blood-sucking crook and paper pusher, with a giant mansion to show for it. It’s funny–on the Oprah site, it implores you to “go inside the home that John and Elizabeth Edwards built together.” Um, more like the home that the soaked, sued, and screwed doctors, hospitals, and middle-class patients of America built together.
But you won’t hear that on Oprah. Nope.
Instead, the cancer-stricken Mrs. Edwards is using some of her last days, not tending to her family or concerned with the more important issues of our day, like, for example, good medical treatment for less fortunate cancer patients whose insurance premiums are high or can’t get full treatment because their doctors, hospitals, etc. are constantly sued by people like her husband.
It’ll make a great epitaph:
Here Lies Elizabeth Edwards Who Spent Her Last Days Exposing Her Cheatin’ Husband to Oprah’s Housewife Viewers
Why is she doing this? What will it achieve? She doesn’t need the money from the book. If this is to embarrass her husband, why not just leave? Why go on national TV in a moving, talking version of a National Enquirer? The guy isn’t running for anything anymore. His political career is thankfully finished.
Sorry, but I can’t see the purpose in all of this . . . other than to have the unduly moralistic finger-wagger, Oprah, and the missus, expressing their moral outrage–OUTRAGE!–that a liberal, conscience-less hubby couldn’t keep his pants on.
More living, breathing evidence of the the trite old standby:
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned . . . and a sleazy, unduly-worshipped daytime talk show hostess in May ratings sweeps.
It’s shameless and salacious. And not just on Oprah’s part. That’s the usual. But on the woman done wrong’s part, too.
Here lies Elizabeth Edwards. All the money in the world didn’t stop her from doing her part for the low-class cesspool of daytime talk.
I can’t feel sorry for a stupid woman who was diagnosed with cancer to not get treatment because she decided it was more important to be by her cheating husbands side on the campaign trail then getting much needed treatment for her cancer. Her cancer was found in its early stages but treatment would interfere with the campaign, so she like a blithering idiot waited far to long to start her treatment. It was also more advantageous to go on tv during the campaign and whine for the world about her cancer and how her hubby should be the president because of her sacrifice for the greater good. The woman is getting exactly what she deserves.
wolf2012 on May 7, 2009 at 3:32 pm