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I want you to have fun. 
she posted here a few times back in 2004 or something. Had maybe 20 posts, or 40 tops. So she wasn't a DUer in the sense that I am a DUer, williampitt is a DUer, H20man is a DUer, or even WaltStarr or HannahBell or NSMA were Duers. How much lurking she did, if she posted here under a pseudonym, it's kinda hard to tell (although I am sure EarlG or homeland security could find out 
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It was certainly cool that she was here for a time, but to actially be a DUer (in my eyes) she'd have had to actually stay and be active, and that did not happen.
to criticize DUers for having low post counts.
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ROFL, I thought this post would be picture worthy so I googled freeper troll and this is the first image 
some of the notorious disruptors fondly* and I'm sure other DUers do too. And I'll wager beer and travel money on that!
A DUer is a DUer, both the great and not-so-great, both the sublime and the ridiculous.
*ETA: And some of them not-so-fondly, but they're all part of DU's colorful story.
I met her during the campaign. Such a lovely person.
...was the title of the heack-sent message. It came with a bit.url link that, if clicked, fucks your Twitter account like mine was fucked.
People need better hobbies.
Although I had to say I was a little flattered you tweeted me...until I realized you had no way in hell to know it was me!
and if you are serious about saving him, you are going to need my help ..." Trinity
Much as I love EE (I still have a three inch button that says "Elizabeth Edwards for first lady" I think she meant far more to John than she does to me. And that he wishes she was still alive. If she was still alive, I don't think she would be saying "fuck that guy". I don't think she showed that kind of acrimony to the man she was with, and presumably loved, for a long time.
as Elizabeth Edwards despairingly tears off her shirt in front of her husband and his campaign staffers. Yick. (You can read the excerpt in Helieman’s native publication.) But the rubbernecking impulse is nearly irresistible, from one campaign tableau to the next.Even though we already sort of know the Clintons sling grenades tucked neatly inside their campaign mud, it’s fascinating to get inside Bill’s head during his rough, Nixonian ("I am not a racist." treatment of Obama. Exactly who made Hillary, woman and candidate of steel, cry that morning at the diner? The lead-up to the Clintons' end-game endorsement of Obama is captivating, because so many people think it won't happen, party bonds being as delicate as pride.
The biggest hook in Game Change goes right back to the absolutely bizarre story of the Edwardses—John’s vanity and self-obsession (and simultaneous lack of self-awareness); Elizabeth’s incredibly, suddenly fraught life; Rielle Hunter’s utter whackjob-ness; and how things spun out of control for all of them. Most readers will just shake their heads in disbelief that a groupie managed to infiltrate the ranks of what was briefly a well-oiled campaign machine. What seems unfair is the unsympathetic insider characterization of Elizabeth Edwards as “an abusive, intrusive, paranoid, condescending crazywoman.” A cancer-stricken wife whose megalomaniacal husband embarks on an affair with a sycophantic nut seems warranted in her bitchery.
http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2010/01/game-change-the-book-about-the-raciest-race-ever
http://www.datalounge.com/cgi-bin/iowa/ajax.html?t=9922158#page:showThread,9922158,2
With her husband, she could be intensely affectionate or brutally dismissive. At times subtly, at times blatantly, she was forever letting John know that she regarded him as her intellectual inferior. She called her spouse a “hick” in front of other people and derided his parents as rednecks. One time, when a friend asked if John had read a certain book, Elizabeth burst out laughing. “Oh, he doesn’t read books,” she said. “I’m the one who reads books.”
During the 2004 race, Elizabeth badgered and berated John’s advisers around the clock. She called Nick Baldick, his campaign manager, an idiot. She accused David Axelrod, his (and later Obama’s) media consultant, of lying to her and insisted that he be stripped of the responsibility for making the campaign’s TV ads. She would stay up late scouring the Web, pulling down negative stories and blog items about her husband, forwarding them with vicious messages to the communications team. She routinely unleashed profanity-laced tirades on conference calls. “Why the fuck do you think I’d want to go sit outside a Wal-Mart and hand out leaflets?” she snarled at the schedulers.
Elizabeth’s illness seemed at first to mellow her in the early months of 2005—but not for long. One day, she was on a conference call with the staffers of One America, the political-action committee that was being turned into a vehicle for John’s 2008 bid. There were 40 or 50 people on the line, mostly kids in their twenties being paid next to nothing (and in some cases literally nothing). Elizabeth had been cranky throughout the call, but at the end she asked if her and her husband’s personal health-care coverage had been arranged. Not yet, she was told. There are complications; let’s discuss it after the call. Elizabeth was having none of that. She flew into a rage.
If this isn’t dealt with by tomorrow, everyone’s health care at the PAC will be cut off until it’s fixed, she barked. I don’t care if nobody has health care until John and I do!
Couple quick google searches, I guess it all came from that "Game Change" book and also some Vanity Fair pieces
Thanks.
Not a question. A statement.
Feel free to elaborate if you can.