I know I’m being a blog hog, but I can’t let John Edwards’ brain-dead mistress pose half-naked and blather to GQ and not say something catty about it.
To dispel any doubts that she’s a flake, Rielle did a photo shoot sprawling all over a bed wearing nothing but a manly-looking white shirt, pearls, and panties, then called Barbara Walters and wailed she was “repulsed” by the result. What did she expect GQ to do? PhotoShop overalls on her? She sat there with her “See You Next Tuesday” barely covered and thought the photographer was taking head shots.
In the interview, she claimed she didn’t know who Edwards was when they met, like she’d just crawled out from under a rock. They hopped in the sack that same night, and then he decided to persevere with this presidential campaign because Elizabeth had him so pussy-whipped, he was afraid not to.
Johnny Boy, I hope you’re investing your millions wisely, because your witless Twinkie just put the last nail in the coffin of any chance you had of holding any position of authority again.
Rielle is not only stupid, but doesn’t hesitate to bite the hand that fed her. She lived with Edwards’ staffer Andrew Young‘s family to hide her pregnancy in 2007, but is now suing Young for invasion of privacy after she allegedly dismantled and discarded the sex tape she idiotically made of Edwards while he was running for president, and Young reconstructed and watched it.
The woman is without equal in the sh*t for brains department. And with Sarah Palin as competition, that’s quite an accomplishment.
Young thinks John Edwards is financing the litigation because Rielle was a penniless gold-digger until Edwards and his campaign began sparing no expense to support her. And Young has also revealed that while hedging her bets to snag SOME rich guy, she was seeing actor Jeff Goldblum on the side and led him to believe that her baby might be his.
Rielle doesn’t know if she and Johnny will live happily ever after, but claims that he now wants to parent his new daughter, Frances Quinn, full-time.
I guess it’s her way of telling Elizabeth Edwards that she and her 2 young children can go pound sand because Daddy would rather be with a skank.