Tuesday, July 03, 2007

John Edwards...

The first paragraph...

The hair, up close, is peppered with tiny strands of blond. Chestnut brown and
so finely trimmed, mellifluous, smooth, and feathery, it could almost be a
weave, the Platonic ideal as imagined by the Hair Club for Men. Along with the
piercing blue eyes, slashing V-shaped smile, and a shimmering burgundy shirt
tucked into stonewashed Levi's resting low on the hips, the hair completes the
man: John Edwards, a populist Adonis, a golden god of a Southern Democrat.

I stand my ground: John Edwards is a lightweight of the first order.

h/t: Ace.

1 comment:

Francis W. Porretto said...

You don't have to listen to Edwards for very long to tumble to his vacuity. Indeed, his intellectual weightlessness is probably the main reason why he's obsessed with his appearance. After all, what else does he have to trade on?