Once upon a time, there was a difficult period that history remembers as the
Obama Years. It was an era when those we now call the
Dark Beings infested America, drawn like magnets to one another’s fear of change. The
Dark Beings banded together in what historians now call
Armies of Ignorance. They had names like
Neocons, who legend says believed they could make themselves immortal through never ending war. And names like
Teaers,
who are often depicted as snakes that wriggled their way into every
level of government, turning it from a force to help the American
people, into a force that existed only to punish the citizens who did
not agree with
Teaer dogma. There was also
Enra, filled with
Dark Beings said to be so paranoid, they could be identified by their acrid cordite smell. Silly as it sounds now,
Enra
believed the world would be safer if everyone carried a gun everywhere
they went, even into their own beds at night. And then there were the
Dark Beings who gathered in what, even then, were known as
Hate Groups. They called themselves
Nom, and
Westboro, and
House Republican Caucus.
These groups declared only THEY could decide who had the “right kind”
of love, and they conspired to do all in their power to keep boy couples
and girl couples from being able to marry and raise children.
In this time of
Dark Beings, a princess slipped into the universe. (
“And Kansas, she said was the name of the star.”)
She was not royal by birth, but she was born to a good and honest man,
named Jon Sink, who loved art and music and stood bravely against the
Dark Beings whenever
he encountered them. He was a man who had opened his heart, and tried
to do good deeds in the world, involving himself in projects to bring
bicycles to Zimbabwe, and
clean water to South Sudan.
In return, the universe had sent him this special gift, this American
princess. Jon named his newborn daughter Jayden. And as he held his
child, he promised to teach her compassion, and empathy, and forgiveness
and love, all the traits a true princess must be able to summon, as
naturally as breathing out and breathing in.

As
the years progressed, Jayden proved to be fair of face, and lithe of
limb, with hair gold like the sun, as lovely as any princess of royal
blood. She had a smile so warm that those lucky enough to be graced by
it say could melt even the icy heart of a
Dark Being. As she
grew, just as Jon had determined she would, Jayden showed compassion
and empathy and forgiveness and love, as naturally as breathing out and
breathing in. And just like the golden
Princess Mette-Marit of
Norway, who was also was born a commoner, Jayden carried in her heart
no fear of boy couples, and girl couples, and was distressed that the
Dark Beings were so unkind to them, especially the
Westboros.