Kathryn is a nice person, who looks at the “news” of John Edwards admitting his obvious paternity and concludes, “the only useful commentary may be simply be of the Brit-Hume-to-Tiger-Woods sort.”

I’m not such a nice person. I’d like to take this moment to remind my Democratic friends that a little more than a year ago, about a third of them or so tried to elect this man to the presidency. A man who is astonishingly reckless, a bald-faced liar, a colossal jerk of a husband, tirelessly duplicitous, utterly convinced that he’s wily enough and smooth enough to convince a gullible American public of supremely implausible falsehoods, and who, sadly, probably needs some work as a father.

And now, we see, when circumstances (a former aide’s book) force him to admit a lie that no one believed anyway — John, did you think Bob Woodruff was stupid? Did you look at him and smile to yourself, “Yeah, I can fool this guy”? — he attempts to chase that bit of news out of the headlines by running to a disaster zone with a camera crew:

My Democratic friends, we on the right have been deeply disappointed by some of our leaders over the years. The names are well known — Mark Sanford, Randy Cunningham, Bob Ney, Mark Foley, David Vitter, and others. But almost all of you voted in 2004 to put this man a heartbeat away from the presidency. A certain number of you loved this man. You deemed him authentic. You bought that line about his dad working at the mill every single time.

And now we see him for who he is . . . hiding behind earthquake victims.

Good call, guys. That gut instinct won’t steer you wrong.