Dear Sarah,

A lot of people in this country have to answer tough questions every day. You might even call them "gotcha" questions, and you'd be right. But guess what: life IS a gotcha. You've been handed a powder puff and are whining about how it's a bomb, set to detonate you and your precious campaign. You may be right about the bomb, but nobody handed it to you. You made it yourself.

You have NO clue about reality. So here... let me show you some REAL gotcha questions -- the kind that somebody like you has NEVER had to answer.

For women who can't make enough money to raise their kids, asking the question "Which do I pay for, groceries or the heating bill?" is a big gotcha.

For a woman faced with a life-threatening disease, the question "Where do I get help or health insurance?" is a gotcha.

For women who have worked at low-paying jobs for years, passed over for raises or promotion, the question, "Do I stay here and get a sure paycheck or hope I can find something better elsewhere?" is a gotcha.

For older people who have to subsist on meager Social Security, and for whom a 401K would be a luxury, the question, "What do I eat tonight: dog food or starve?" is a gotcha.

For a woman who has been raped -- who has been forcibly held down and beat up while some asshole spread her legs and did the deed without her permission, the question, "Will I be treated fairly in court when I report this rape?" is a gotcha. As is the question for the women in Wasilla, AK, "Can I afford the rape kit?"

For people who have to work two or more jobs to make ends meet, and have NO benefits, no protections, the question, "How will I make ends meet?" is a gotcha.

There are many more gotchas that we all face in this country every day. But unlike you, we don't have the luxury of Republican attack dogs to run interference for us and pretend that a softball question about what newspapers we read is an attack, a gotcha, some kind of an elitist insult.

We don't have the luxury of being whiny-ass titty babies and complaining about how the "press is censoring me" when it turns out we are confronted with questions that are FAR more important than the one you apparently couldn't answer about the frickin' media you read.

Get REAL Sarah Palin. We're not stupid out here in America. We can see through your foot-stomping pouts. We are the people who have to answer the tough questions life hands us every day. And that is what makes any stand-up working woman or man immediately more experienced than you. Your refusal to give straight answers makes a mockery of all the people who face more tough questions each minute of their lives than you have ever faced.

If the sum total of your answers to ANY question is an ugly pout and a reliance on RNC attack dogs to cover your ass, then Sarah Palin, you have NO business running for office. You can't answer a powder puff question about what you read, and it was obvious that despite being a journalist, you had NO clue about newspapers or magazines. What the hell DID you learn at that J school you attended? It sure as hell wasn't journalism. Let's not even get into the question about Supreme Court decisions. here's a gotcha for ya: If you can't name those, how the HELL do you expect anybody to take you seriously as an American public servant?

So, Sarah -- stop whining about the press. Stop pissing and moaning about how you are the "new" energy, when in fact you are a very old, very dangerous energy: the energy of unbridled ignorance and prideful spite. Stop twisting around useless words in that pig-lipsticked mouth of yours in the hope that something (anything) that falls out of your lips might sound convincing. That's the gambit of a failing student, not an experienced public figure. Cramming for a debate or to become VP of the US isn't an all-nighter. It requires work and years of experience, none of which you have. And, as you may have noticed, we've HAD a C-student in the White House for 8 years. We don't need a D student as Veep for the next four. And that's what you are. Every teacher in America should be able to recognize your type.

If you can't answer a question about what you frickin' read in the morning with your coffee -- something 99.9 percent of Americans can answer without hesitating -- you have NO business running for an office to lead a nation of people who have to (daily) answer questions of life and death. You just don't make the grade and you never will.