Going Rogue?

According to Dictionary.com;
Rogue-[rohg]
-noun
A dishonest, knavish person.
A scoundrel.
A tramp or a vagabond.
A usually inferior organism.
-verb
To Cheat
To Uproot and destroy.


So which of these definitions is it exactly that Ms. Plain, oh excuse me, Ms. Palin subscribes to?
I have made it no secret that I harbor nothing more than contempt for this obnoxious dimwit. Her repeated attempts to steal the national spotlight through various antics (the "Bridge to nowhere", the firing of the police chief because she felt "intimidated", that ludicrous VP candidacy, $150K RNC clothing budget for said candidacy, her philandering daughter and the subsequent David Letterman debacle, "her" retarded child, her sudden resignation from Governor, her communicating to the world via Twitter and Facebook.) This woman is a social whore on the scale of Paris Hilton, and will really stop at nothing to get media attention (which of course leads me to ask; where's the sex tape already?)
Her fervor for stardom is further exemplified in the current edition of Newsweek magazine. In a cleverly devious, or dare I say, rogue (?), move the editorial staff at Newsweek used a photo from a previous shoot of Palin's to show just to what extent she will go in her unwavering self promotion. Whereas she calls the cover "sexist," it is hard to argue that anyone else would have posed for such a picture at any point in their political careers.
But this is what sets Sarah Palin apart, what makes her a "Rogue." That she wants to be different. And there's nothing inherently wrong with different. But being different does NOT by necessity make something better. Sure, there are cases where the variant can be vastly superior (the iPhone) but being different by definition does make you a deviant. So, unless you are brilliant and creative, producing fruitful ventures and flush with new ideas for society (e.g. Howard Hughes, Andy Warhol, Richard Branson, Hunter S. Thomson, Bjork) then you are the deviant wearing the white jacket on a steady regiment of antipsychotics.
So, Ms. Palin- if you want to be different, don't blast the media for characterizing you as such. But if you're ready to admit that the things making you unique are in fact detrimental to your character and name and do nothing to advance your political or social career in a positive way, then do so post-haste, slip back into mediocrity, and stay out of our lives. That, or finally release the sex tape Americans have been waiting for.

photos courtesy of http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn288/fashionblogger/sarah_palin_makeup.jpg and http://newsbusters.org/static/2009/11/Palin.jpg

Where do these people come from?

I'll make this one quick, as my mind is on my next blog topic; Ms. Sarah Palin. But I did promise a story displaying ordinary peoples lack of processing power, and here is one of the most recent examples.
It was a few days before Halloween, and I was in the search for the jacket that would complete my Wolverine outfit. As displayed in the accompanying photo, I believe this one did the trick quite nicely, though I had various reservations about its dubious origin. You see, this jacket was stumbled upon at a costume rental shop; not just any rental shop, but one of the seediest, skankiest rental shops I have come to witness. In its previous glory as a grocery store, the now makeshift display cases served as the freezers for various pre-made entrees, vegetables and desserts. In its current form, the yardsale-esque arrangement of garments and ornaments spawned an odor far transcending even the dankest of Antique or Second-hand stores; more appropriately it would be likened to a morgue or rendering plant. This was the kind of place where you expect the employees to be social pariahs; which leads me to my encounter with one of them.
Having made the decision to don this possibly louse-infected apparel for the sake of making the costume, I inquired as to the price. The employee at the desk, salivating over the arrival of her delectable lunch cuisine (Jack in The Box tacos I believe; I could see them through the now translucent paper bag,) replied that it would be $10 to rent, $30 to buy. Deciding against the purchase, I agreed to the terms and proceeded to pay for the rental. She informed me it would be a deposit of $40. First questioning, I then figured that would cover rental and purchase if I didn't return the garment punctually. When I was subsequently asked for the $10 rental fee in addition, I of course questioned the homely clerks' logic. This effectively makes a $30 jacket cost $50 if I lost it. She stated a string of numbers to her (and only her,) satisfaction and requested payment. Now understanding why this cretin worked in a seasonal costume rental shop, I handed over payment and exited with my attire...