I mean really…of all the philandering scumbag politicians out there today, isn’t John Edwards just the worst? Ok, sure, conservatives like David Vitter who preach family values only to get caught going number two in Huggies so a cheap whore can wipe his pasty bottom clean are about as repugnant as they come, but Edwards is just the worst. Do you hear me? HE’S THE WORST!!!

Let’s recap what the folksy life support for a coif has done so far: While his wife is dying of cancer, he hires the trashy 80s coke whore he’s boning to be his campaign videographer, who later gets knocked up. Even after his campaign aide steps forward and proclaims that HE is the one boning the trashy 80s coke whore and not John Edwards, rumors of the affair and the lovechild continue to swirl and Edwards denies everything, over and over again, until he’s caught running away from National Enquirer reporters inside of a Beverly Hills hotel that the trashy 80s coke whore is staying at. He then, only because he’s been busted, admits to the affair, but not to fathering the trashy 80s coke whore’s child, which his campaign aide continues to maintain that he’s the real father of, even after it’s revealed that some of Edwards’ good buddies were shelling out megabucks for the 80s coke whore to keep quiet. This is, in a nutshell, what’s happened so far.

Now, the aforementioned aide who claimed to be boning and knocking up the trashy 80s coke whore, Rielle Hunter, is named Andrew Young, and Politico’s Ben Smith has a great piece on the whole sordid story today, specifically about how Young was TOTALLY Edwards’ bitch, or “buttboy,” as he was called by other Edwards associates:

When John Edwards returned to North Carolina in the course of his long quest for the presidency, Andrew Young always met him at the airport in Edwards’s big black Chevy Tahoe. Young drove, and Edwards rode shotgun, silently raising his left hand whenever he wanted a Diet Coke, which Young would wordlessly supply.

When Edwards and his family arrived home, Young had made sure there was fresh milk in the fridge, a neatly trimmed lawn and neatly folded dry cleaning. When he arranged their vacation to Disney World in 2004, he naturally booked himself a ticket. And when Edwards’s mistress became pregnant, Young — at the cost of his reputation, his wife’s and his minister father’s — stepped forward to say the child was his.

Young sometimes described himself as Edwards’s “special assistant” and dreamed of serving in an Edwards White House. Other aides, with a combination of disgust — and, perhaps, a bit of envy — referred to him as Edwards’s “personal servant,” or worse, Edwards’s “butt boy.” The relationship was so intense, at least on Young’s side, that it generated friction between him and Elizabeth Edwards.

Smith’s entire piece is quite long, but it’s an enthralling read about how one man was willing to fall on the sword for the hero he admired, and how the admired hero was more than willing to take advantage of his admirer’s willingness to do so. Go read it.