Former U.S. Senator from North Carolina, John Edwards, has admitted to what just about everybody under the sun already assumed. He is the father of 2-year-old Frances Quinn Hunter. After many denials during the 2008 campaign Edwards has owned up to his membership in the paternity fraternity after having an affair with campaign cinematographer Rielle Hunter, 45.
Big Pappa Edwards stated the following:
I am Quinn’s father. I will do everything in my power to provide her with the love and support she deserves. I have been able to spend time with her during the past year and trust that future efforts to show her the love and affection she deserves can be done privately and in peace. It was wrong for me ever to deny she was my daughter and hopefully one day, when she understands, she will forgive me. I have been providing financial support for Quinn and have reached an agreement with her mother to continue providing support in the future. To all those I have disappointed and hurt these words will never be enough, but I am truly sorry.
The following is a video of baby momma/mistress Rielle Hunter discussing the affair:
This public admission comes in advance of a tell-all book by Andrew Young, a former Edwards campaign worker who originally claimed to be the father of Hunter’s child (apparently the heart is a lonely “Hunter”). Edwards’ advisor, Harrison Hickman, has stated that the book had no bearing on Edwards’ decision to go public.
Edwards is rumored to be facing a federal grand jury investigation into whether he misused campaign money in an attempt to keep Hunter and word of their affair under the covers.
There is no word yet as to when Mr. Edwards will be checking into the Pine Grove Behavioral Health and Addiction Services facility to hang out with Tiger and get a few rounds in.
When asked what he had learned in the wake of all this extra marital attention he paused for a second cleared his throat and began to sing in a deep southern tinged baritone:
“Pants on the ground,
Pants on the ground,
Lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground!
With the gold in your mouth,
Hat turned sideways,
Pants hit the ground,
Call yourself a cool cat,
Lookin’ like a fool,
Walkin’ downtown with your pants on the ground!
Get it up, hey!
Get your pants off the ground,
Lookin’ like a fool,
Walkin’ talkin’ with your pants on the ground.
Get it up, hey!
Get your pants off the ground,
Lookin’ like a fool with your pants on the ground!”
Sing it John!
