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When Mavericks Collide...

Maverick (noun) -- a lone dissenter, as an intellectual, an artist, or a politician, who takes an independent stand apart from his or her associates.

Throughout this presidential race, John McCain and Sarah Palin have described themselves as mavericks, the kind of folks who'll take on Washington as we know it. They've promised to bring the kind of change we need as a country, etc.

Of course, we all knew that it would be a matter of time before those two mavericks stood apart from each other, and unfortunately for them, that time is now. According to an article on CNN.com, America's Favorite hockey mom is "going rouge." Apparently, Sarah's going off message and voicing her own opinions at this crucial time in the election process. Furthermore, McCain's aides are describing her as a diva who doesn't listen to anyone.

Apparently Palin realizes that she and McCain won't win, and she's doing what she can to salvage her image in light of what she deemed as a damaging and mismanaged rollout. This woman whose idea of foreign policy is being able to see Russia from her front porch thinks that she will be a future leader of the Republican Party.

While I would like to say that I'm shocked, I really can't. In fact, I find the McCain-Palin situation quite amusing. It brings to mind something Tina Fey said in one of her many depictions of Ms. Palin. In the Palin-Couric skit, Tina (as Sarah) said that John McCain was going, quote, "do all sorts of mavericky things" when and if they made it to the White House. I'm guessing that she sees she won't make it to the big party, so she's getting started with her mavericky things now.

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