I’m sure you’ve heard. Y’all, I am seething with anger. As a Democrat and a North Carolinian, John was my boy. I supported him politically from the first time I saw him speak on the campus of my alma mater, during his 1998 Senatorial campaign. I liked what he stood for, I liked that he came from humble beginnings like me and a lot of people I knew, and I liked that he was a family man, with an intelligent, articulate wife who wasn’t afraid to open her mouth and voice her opinion. When he ran for President again this year, I supported him until he dropped out, and I admired his and Elizabeth’s strength in facing and dealing with her cancer diagnosis. When the rumors of an affair with campaign worker Rielle Hunter first surfaced, I said, “No way, John wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t cheat on Elizabeth with anyone, much less that chick.”
The truth is, John fucked up. Big time. And I’m so pissed off at him for being a cheating asshole, I don’t know what to do. And I’m pissed at this skank for fucking around with someone she knew was a married man with small children. They’re both assholes and if Elizabeth needs some help beating either of them down, I got her back. Just give me a call, Elizabeth.