Dear President Obama,

Today was a difficult day; a day of sickness over the tax cut horror you have perpetrated on the American people. It kept going through my mind: "we, the little people, counted on you and you have forsaken us. You bastard."

But then later on today I was talking to a friend. She said that her father told her more and more people are sleeping in their cars in Walmart parking lots and it suddenly dawned on me. I realized what your plan is! The ultra rich are the key, aren't they?! I mean, the government can't very well go out to all the Walmart parking lots, right?! So, like Santa's little helpers, the millionaire and billionaire beneficiaries of your tax cut plan are going to sneak about at night, leaving $100 bills under windshield wipers for the homeless who are sleeping in their cars. Right?! Oh, you are clever not to let on what you plan. I have to commend you for the fabulous idea to help the nation's neediest at their hour of greatest need.

Hopefully, one of these days, we'll all be able to return the favor to you.

Sincerely,
Belle