I have to say something about John Edwards now. Don’t worry — this will be short.
I’m sad. The world we live in is fucked in so many ways. The longer I live (hint: It’s already been way too long) the worse it gets. Global climate change, the collapse of the world financial system, the rise and apparent superiority of authoritarian government (see China), peak oil, the unending appetite for war and more war, the closing of all the libraries, the Minnesota Vikings, the corrupt and inept Bush Administration, the destruction of Labor and the middle class in the U.S., and on and on.
But I still wanted to hope.Â I still wanted to believe that we as humans have a better nature, and that with a little leadership and inspiration we can overcome our bad selves and work together to raise us all up to a higher level and create a happy, thriving planet on which we spend our energy and resources making things better, instead of simply stealing the better things from whomever already gots.
I thought that was the John Edwards message, and it appealed to my hopeful instinct.Â I thought that if a guy with such a vision could even get close to competitive in our rigid two-party presidential system, maybe things weren’t so bad after all.
But even as he was putting forth his hopeful message he was, it now appears, sabotaging himself, and — if he had won his party’s nomination — wrecking the nation’s chance to escape the criminality and venality of the modern Republican Party. For surely his affair with Rielle Hunter would have been exposed, as it has been, and presto! — President McCain.
I supported Edwards, and when he dropped out I was disappointed, but the reality was that he was not getting the votes he needed.Â I couldn’t see why, because Edwards seemed to be the answer to a lot of our wishes.Â But you have to be practical.Â I switched my support to Obama, and kept hoping that Edwards would either be on the ticket or in an eventual Obama cabinet.
I don’t really care about the infidelity.Â I don’t know how it happened or why.Â It’s none of my business.Â But I do feel conned.Â I’m mad at myself more than at John Edwards, because I was all pumped up and ready to buy the snake oil.
I was right.Â Things are fucked.Â There is no redemption.