From Grace To Disgrace

Elizabeth Edwards used to be a class act, from what I know of her. But, the past few months seem to have changed her. First, she lets her fight with cancer be turned into a contribution drive. Then, she becomes an attack wife against Hillary Clinton. Now, she's engaging in the slander of a private citizen to garner political points for her husband.

Hugh Hewitt's blog has the entire story. The short version is that Edwards said the following of Rush Limbaugh:

My classmates went to Vietnam, he did not. He was 4F. He had a medical disability, the same medical disability that probably should have stopped him from spending a lifetime in a radio announcer’s chair; but it is true, isn’t it? If he has an inoperable position that allows him not to serve, presumably it should not allow him to sit for long periods of time the way he does. I think this is a serious enough offense for the people who fund him, who buy ads and allow him to be on the air, need to be asked if this is what they really stand for, do they think it is all right for someone who has never served to denigrate the men and women who have simply because they are expressing an opinion. Frankly, I thought that is what we are fighting for.

While the attack reveals a seriously questionable level of principle and a continuing desire to silence dissenters, she also parrots the faulty logic that if you haven't done something you can't comment about it. Does that mean that since her husband hasn't ever been President, he can't comment on Bush's performance?

But, there's another wrinkle here, too. While Elizabeth Edwards is questioning Rush's avoidance of the draft (which seems to be legitimate), it appears her husband John Edwards did the same thing. Though the details are a bit murky (for now), there are indications that Edwards not only lied about his draft number (one that was low enough that he almost certainly would have been drafted), but that he likely got a deferment of his own.

Two Americas, Edwards family? More like two standards.

There's my two cents.