I don’t particularly want to write, or see or hear, anything else about the John Edwards love child mess and the media. But, just to respond to this (and this):

A blog by John McQuaid said that there’s no “physical evidence a la Bill Clinton.” Well, there’s a baby. Not a stained dress left to hang in the closest for a few months but a real cooing, smiling little baby who I assume looks adorable on camera and probably has nice hair. That lil’ tyke is stuffed full of DNA, too. Cute little DNA.

Well, yes. But unless the Obama campaign is going to hire Ken Starr to vet Edwards for the VP slot, or the National Enquirer – or, presumably, the New York Times, if this goes mainstream – is going to infiltrate the Hunter residence, scoop up some baby dribble and ship it off to a DNA lab, this is not “evidence” and won’t be unless someone directly involved decides to go public. Which they’d be crazy to do, especially given that the baby in question is a person, not “evidence,” who will be better off not reading blog archives 13 years hence in which s/he is compared to semen.

The supposed newsworthiness of this story hangs on Edwards’s role as a potential vice presidential or cabinet official. But by that measure, there are about 200 prominent Democrats who fall in the same, vague, unofficial, speculative category. And let’s face it, Obama was never going to choose Edwards for VP, so that rationale is specious on its face. So I don’t understand the cries for Edwards’ head, except as anger/spite. Which, again, makes this gossip news, not news news.