Politico has an irresistible story today
about the insufferably toadyish John Edwards aide Andrew Young, his nauseating master, the creepy St. Elizabeth (who allegedly leaned on this Southern-fried Smithers to reassert his false claim of paternity to protect her sleazy husband's political prospects), and how it all came crashing down. Hell hath no fury like a political butt boy scorned, it would seem. The human drama here is fairly remarkable. Thank goodness these people are not in the White House.

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Sycophants come with the territory. Look at the sycophants who enable members of Congress. Look at the Reagan cult members (Peggy Noonan, for instance). Look at the way people acted around the Buckleys.
Andrew Young sounds like the perfect personal assistant, which is equivalent to the perfect wife minus(presumably) the sex. There is, after all, a career path for displaced homemakers. Why isn't this being publicized better?
Davis, are you familiar with the phrase "tu quoque"? Check it out.
I know what it is Nixon, it just isn't what I was doing.
I worked for Andrew years ago during the Hunt campaign. He's a good guy. The Edwards used him like they use everyone else.
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