"Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is," said the great Gone With the Wind writer Margaret Mitchell.

I wonder how "free" John Edwards is feeling these days?

If Edwards thought by breaking his story of infidelity late last Friday, as the Olympic Games began, that he’d soften the blow, he was greatly mistaken. The scandal grows, and the editors and reporters of the National Enquirer — who are now treated like Woodward and Bernstein by an embarrassed mainstream media — are smugly confident that there is oh-so-much more to reveal.

One wonders — who was, or is the tabloid’s incredibly accurate source?

Who could have possibly tipped off the Enquirer to Edwards’s recent late night Beverly Hilton Hotel rendezvous with his "mistress" (as some cable outlets love to refer to Rielle Hunter) — and his two previous visits to her there?

Why is the Enquirer so dead-sure the "love child" is the issue of the former presidential candidate?

Who is giving out all the financial info?

It’s either somebody who hates John Edwards with a passion, or somebody who loves Edwards with a passion, and wishes to hasten him out of his marriage to Elizabeth Edwards. Who could that be?

John Edwards is more than a cheating husband. He had a responsibility not only to his wife and three children but to the nation of which he was trying to become Chief Executive! This oily guy is a big sap who is in deeper than he realizes.

It couldn’t happen to a nicer sap.

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