Of the dead, I will say nothing unkind; of the politically dead, well, let’s just say that he’s gonna get what’s coming to him.

The biggest news in the whole mess, of course, was that Elizabeth Edwards passed away today. I wasn’t surprised to get the news text this afternoon, because I’d seen a report early this morning that said her health had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

There’s nothing to be but somber with this one. The life full of promise, much of it fulfilled; the tragedy she endured in losing a son; the children left behind; and even though no one knows what goes on in a marriage, even if EE was the Ultimate Untamed Shrew she deserved the courtesy of being served with a divorce before her husband knocked up a videographer.

So I’m going to file this piece from early November under Karmic Debt Repayment. (For the link-phobic: on November 5, the National Enquirer [the tabloid that initially and correctly reported that John Edwards was dating Rielle Hunter and had fathered a child with her] alleged that Hunter was cheating on *him.*)

So I’m not gonna say anything bad about John Edwards, either. He’s already gone and buried himself alive. Anything else at this point is just piling on.

© E.S. Evans 2010