It must be so super awesome to be all mavericky and stuff all the time. Trust no one but your high school sweetheart husband and grade school friends (and even still, keep those bitches at arms length), that's how they maverick it up Alaska style. If the the republicans accuse you of anything remotely credible, it's just because they're jealous if of your awesome designer glasses and hooker pumps. Or they're just pissed because you plunged a wicked bad-ass serrated hunting knife in each of their backs, as you stepped on and over them, all the way to the top, then proceeded to pay off their former constituents for helping you get there. Nah, it's probably just 'cause they want to fuck you six ways to Sunday. And if any democrats try to hold you accountable for unethical practices and slimeball tactics, it's because they're all corrupt politicians who probably work for or sympathize with Obama (he who loves terra), anyway. Bah, they probably just want to fuck the shit out of you, too.
You just can't lose if you're a maverick. Everyone is against you, yet somehow, you're the one who is going to "reach across the aisle." Garsh, they sure are smart.
Maverick! After November, I'm never going to use that word again.
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