John Edwards Affair Details Just Keep Getting Dirtier

September 21st, 2009

By: Ben

John Edwards is basically the Jon Gosselin of politics. He wears the figurative Ed Hardy shirts. He figuratively plans the figurative reality television show with figurative Michael Lohan and figurative Kevin Federline. We know all this. But that doesn’t mean we want to stop reading about it! It is now being alleged that the baby he claimed not to father with mistress Rielle Hunter is probably his. Not a huge surprise there.

Any acknowledgment of paternity would have ramifications for Mr. Edwards, who could suffer a further blow to his credibility but could also be praised for belatedly accepting responsibility.

This from the New York Times. Seriously, New York Times? It does not seem likely that John Edwards will be praised! In any capacity, for anything he ever does, for the rest of his life. Especially with some of the really, really dirty details coming out now, after the jump…

When Mr. Edwards was running for president, and later when he still held out hope of a cabinet position in the Obama administration, two of his wealthy patrons, through a once-trusted Edwards aide, quietly provided Ms. Hunter with large financial benefits, including a new BMW and lodging, that were used to keep her out of public view.

Shouldn’t have done that, John Edwards. This claim is the best, though:

[Aide Andrew Young] wrote that Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band.

Total John Edwards move. ”Don’t worry, honey. We’ll get married and Dave Matthews will come play on the roof at the White House. Because I’ll be president by then. And my pesky old dying wife will be out of the picture. Doesn’t the future look grand for us? It will not turn out exactly like the book The Scarlet Letter at all.” This baby is going to have a tough “how I met your mother” story to hear. ”We met… through work. Oops, it’s past your bedtime!”

Source: NY Times via Gawker.