Just imagine if you were her for a moment.
First you learn that the President, who you have been aggressively attacking and accusing of not knowing how to do his job in the hopes that perhaps YOU can take that job from him, orchestrates the killing of the most dangerous terrorist on the planet essentially assuring his victory in 2012.
Then you send out a bitter, and clearly insincere tweet (and follow up Facebook post), in which you thank the troops for killing Osama Bin Laden while denying any credit to the Commander in Chief, which once again identifies you as a hateful, immature attention whore, and which receives richly deserved condemnation from all over the blogosphere.
And just when you believed that things could NOT get any worse, somebody posts a picture of you on the Internet with food stains (At least we hope they're food stains!) ALL over your expensive outfit.
Here is closer look.
Vanity Fair after party?
Oh well Sarah, don't forget that tomorrow is another day!
And the mind reels to imagine how badly you will fuck up THAT day!
Update: What? And she wore clown shoes that night too?