Once upon a time there was a Kingdom that decided to banish its King. The people fought the Kingâ€™s fierce red-coated soldiers and won a mighty victory. They put the King onto a ship and sent him far across the ocean, and then they danced around the empty Throne of Power and sang songs of Freedom until the sun rose and they fell into an exhausted sleep.
When they woke up, they discovered that some among them had put a curse on the land. The Throne of Power had been taken to a high mountaintop, surrounded by thick briars with terrible thorns. And at the top of the mountain was a Glass Ceiling. Any man or woman brave and lucky enough to climb the mountain would be able to see the Throne, but they could go no further. The glass was thick and strong, and even the most powerful could only make a tiny crack.
On the other side of the glass, their former comrades stood, or lounged about. They had put little crowns on their heads. They sang a happy song —
Freedom isnâ€™t Free
Unless you look like Me
The people were outraged. Many died plunging into the briars at the foot of the mountain. Some were scared away. But others followed the tracks of the fallen, and each one who attempted the climb cleared a path that others would follow.
Unbeknownst to the brave people who hacked at briars with machetes and nail files, or whatever they had, there was a secret spell that would cause the briars to dry out, until they were no more than a stand of nettles. They might sting, but they would not kill.
The spell was known only to the men behind the Glass Ceiling.
The men did not always agree with one another. It was not all partying up there. Stuff happens, and over time words and phrases from the spell were whispered to the people fighting their way up.
Lady Abigail knew three lines and wrote, â€˜Consider the Ladiesâ€™. Lady Sojourner was given none of the spell, but she divined it with her Mighty Soul and cried, â€˜Ainâ€™t I a Womanâ€™. Lady Ida mastered the Wand of Intellect and the Sword of Truth and cut a path so straight that the brambles could not cover it. Lady Eleanor was wed as a girl to a man who knew the whole spell, and she translated it with love and pain to a wider way up the mountain. Lady Hillary followed the path that Lady Eleanor cut, with all its detours and dead ends.
At the end, she touched the Glass Ceiling, and with a mighty blow put eighteen million cracks across it.
Beside her many comrades put their fists to the glass, they also had fought up the mountain, by different and equally difficult paths. Only one could ascend to the Throne of Power. The stars did not ordain that it would be Lady Hillary.
And so all the brave souls who had cleared the path rested, and regarded one another. They were binding each otherâ€™s wounds when they heard a cheerful whistle.
It was Lady Sarah, sauntering up the path behind them. She hopped over the prostrate bodies of those who had gone before.
She had brought a media crew with her, and she gave them her winning smile and said…
“When I hear a statement like that coming from a woman candidate with any kind of perceived whine about that excess criticism or, you know, maybe a sharper microscope put on her, I think, man, that doesnâ€™t do us any good. Women in politics, women in general wanting to progress this country. I donâ€™t think itâ€™s, it bodes well for her — a statement like that.”
The presumptive Republican vice presidential nominee says that Clinton should just “work harder” and “prove yourself to an even greater degree that you are capable.”
Palin explains, â€œI think she does herself a disservice to even mention it, really. I mean, youâ€™ve got to plow through that. You have to know what youâ€™re getting into which, I say this with all due respect to Hillary Clinton and to her experience and to her passion for changing the status quo.â€?
The Alaska Governor concludes, â€œIt bothers me a little bit, hearing, hearing her bring that attention to herself on that level.â€?
Lady Sarah knocked on the Glass Ceiling. Behind it a Prince winked and stomped his foot. Shards rained down and pierced the hearts of some brave Ladies who had kept faith with the Prince. They didnâ€™t have the charisma, and the ticket needed the evangelical and youth vote. Lady Sarah was the perfect sidekick.
And so she stepped through the Glass Ceiling and strode toward the Throne of Power.
But she is not there yet. A Mad King clings to the Throne and he will not give it up till the turn of the year. Behind the broken glass the people surge forward. Itâ€™s in our hands. Donâ€™t forget to vote.