I suppose now that the election is over, book reviewers and others feel more free to talk about the ghoulishness within the Cotton family. That helps my cause, of course. But it’s disheartening to see that so many were not bold enough to speak out while Frank Cotton was making his frightening run for the White House.

From Strange Maine:

“Maine Governor Frank F. Cotton is raging up through the ranks as a distinguished contender for the Republican nomination. His image is that of hardy Maine stock, hard-working, honest, stern but engaging. The press knows his son Calvin as a recent widower and a staunch white-collar environmentalist, a lawyer who pushes back against the big boys his father pals around with. What the press doesn’t know, and what Frank Cotton doesn’t want them to find out, is that his grieving son is also unable to wrap his mind around the death of his wife, Bethany.

While Frank Cotton has been running his campaign state to state across the country, Calvin Cotton has very quietly lost his mind, and fetched his lovely bride from her funereal box for one last lovely New England winter getaway.” Read more here.

Today Frank Cotton issued a final plea to the undecideds who could very well decide who will be the next president of the United States. In his appeal, the governor stresses that nobody has attacked him on the issues during the long campaign. They have only focused on the actions of his son Calvin Cotton, whose wife Bethany passed away four years ago.

Frank Cotton calls this irrelevant to the campaign. He wants you to believe that he is such an ideal candidate, his only weakness is the grieving of a family member.

Don’t be swayed by this, undecided voter. Governor Cotton came under intense scrutiny not because his daughter-in-law died and not because the death rattled the entire family. Rather, Frank Cotton’s sins came in the form of covering up the actions of his son and in fact, that cover-up continues into Election Day.

I have accumulated great evidence that in 2004, Calvin Cotton dug up the body of his dead wife and disappeared with her. I have accumulated great evidence that Frank Cotton and his goons had young Calvin hunted down, the corpse snatched from him and disposed of.

My point has never been to disrupt the anguish of the Cotton family. From the start, my dogged pursuit of this story has been this simple idea: if Frank Cotton cannot be trusted to appropriately deal with a common family problem and the mental well-being of his son, can he be trusted to take on the much larger issues that face the nation?

Think about it before you cast that vote Frank Cotton so desperately wants from you.