Rielle Hunter and Her Book

John Edwards  2008 Fousesquawk Jerk of the Year

"The connection I felt when I walked in the door had only grown and the amount of energy between us was huge and unstoppable," Hunter says in "What Really Happened," which was excerpted by Radar Online on Tuesday.

"And then a moment came while we were talking when something in my heart clicked and I surrendered.

“I took off my teacher hat, let go of all my resistance to him and let him lead.

"And lead he did," she says.

"He led me toward the most extraordinary night of my life. There was a lot of talk, a lot of laughter and zero sleep."

At the risk of seeming ungentlemanly, there is one word that comes to mind when I think of Rielle Hunter...

bimbo.

Yes, Rielle Hunter is baaaack, as they say. Like every other jerk enjoying their 15 minutes of fame, she has a book out, in which she basically mocks John Edwards' late wife Elizabeth, who was dying of cancer while Rielle was playing hide the baloney with Johnnie Boy and producing a future presidential candidate that Johnnie Boy denied until the National Enquirer caught him visiting Rielle and the love child in a Beverly Hills hotel, which the media ignored until they couldn't ignore the photos..........

(Take it from me, an English teacher, don't make your sentences too long.)

Just think of the possibilities here. If Johnnie Boy had been elected president, Rielle Hunter could have been our First Lady Bimbo.

"Ah wunnerful, ah wunnerful, ah"




"As I walked into the Lincoln Bedroom, there was Johnnie wearing nothing but a presidential smile. He gently pulled down my night gown and stroked my heaving breasts........Suddenly, I saw stars shooting through the dark skies......

                                                 "Aw shut up!"


John Edwards and Rielle Hunter. Just goes to prove there is a lid for every pot.