KROOL AID

Oh, that Bonnie Fuller, with her perfect little family life, her house in Westchester or Connecticut or somewhere Stepford-y, her rigorous and religious morning workouts! How surprising it wasn't Ann Coulter to first turn against Elizabeth Edwards, as Liz Smith posited in her column today, but Canada's own bonnie wee Bonnie!

Writing in the Huffington Post-- which doesn't pay its contributers, quite a comedown! Bonnie suggests Elizabeth was so invested in her husband's ambitions, she drank her husband's Kool Aid and took them on as her own, becoming a veritable Lady MacBeth, urging her husband to become president even while knowing of his affair. Not only is she delusional, Bonnie says, but she's just as much to blame. So even though it should be a private matter-- Edwards isn't in public life anymore-- Elizabeth asking for privacy is totally hypocritical. Elizabeth asked for it!

Bonnie uses pop psychological evidence from the distinguished Dr. Zdrok (Dr. 'Z' to you-- and just like Bonnie, probably trying to get notoriety/book deal/ new web venture publicity). Dr. Z says:

"When we seek death, we often seek to achieve a symbolic immortality. And becoming a presidential wife could have been that for her."

Jesus, so Elizabeth is seeking death now? She basically asked for cancer, attempting to get sympathy votes so her husband would succeed? The woman's a monster!

I'm sure it was just a Zdrokian slip, but it recalls the comments Ann Coulter made back when Edwards was still in the race-- Coulter said Edwards should have a bumpersticker that says, "ask me about my dead son." The Edwards' 16 year-old was killed in an auto accident, and Coulter suggested he was exploiting that tragedy for political gain. When Elizabeth asked Coulter to stop, skinny-assed Annie just laughed it off.

When we face death, we need to achieve immortality? Oh, yeah, that's the cynics psychology. You could also say a person close to death could be thinking of things other than all the crap we worry about in our stupid little lives, getting a bigger picture, and maybe thinking of some good they can do. But I guess that doens't sell nasty little books, like "Dr. Z on Straying," which must have a whole chapter on the wife's guilt in her husband's infidelity.