Young Prince Charming Barack Obama fell off his white horse last night and it was a bad fall. Riding the path to the presidential nomination of the party Democrat, the prince, once so sure of his hold on the nomination, lost those kingdoms of Texas, Ohio and Rhode Island to step-sista, Hillary Clinton and the prince is none too pleased.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, the wicked step-sista is proving to be a pain in the young Prince’s neck. Every time he thinks he’s won the joust to the nomination, along comes step-sista Hillary waving her magic wand and pouf, rising out of the ashes, there to win another day. 

It’s as if the Prince has entered that after midnight world when the beautiful carriage turns into a pumpkin, and a magnificent ball gown into a tattered dress. This isn’t the world of dreams and fantasy, or the land where the dream that you wish will come true, the land young Prince Barack understands. 

Step-sista Hillary’s world is the hard, scrappy world of realism. No fancy dress balls here. This is the land of pantsuits and rolled up sleeves, where fight is might and a girl does whatever she has to do to and says whatever she must to break through the glass-slipper-ceiling.

Even though the young Prince has won one hundred and some more delegates than step-sista Hillary in this battle for the presidential nomination, even the young prince knows that he can’t reach the magic 2025 pledged delegates, anymore than step-sista Hillary can, for all Prince Charming’s talk that he’s ahead in the pledge count.

In step-sista Hilary’s world pledged delegates don’t count. After all, with the wave of her Fairy Godfather Bill’s wand, there are the super delegates who at the end of the day are going to have their say in who becomes the party’s nominee, many who have benefited from the wave of Fairy Godfather Bill’s  wand in the past and therefore might owe him a few – or it’s their future.

Bibbidi bobbidi boo, what a dilemma for the young Prince!

In his own little corner in his own little room you can bet the young Prince Barack Obama is wondering just what it is he has to do to take back the day. Grand Duke, David Axelrod, and the Prince are probably courting those super delegates, asking them to buy his story that if he’s ahead by a hundred pledged delegates by the time of the party convention, they must give him their votes.

But in the bewitching hour that story might not play. Step-sista Hillary might have a better fairytale such as the kingdoms that she has won are more powerful kingdoms. They are rich with citizens who will help the party win the presidency in the general election, unlike the fiefdoms of the young Barack Obama where the prince has a lot of enemies who would rather vote for that other party, the Republicans, come the general election.

But before he can confront that problem, the young prince has to figure out how to get step-sista Hillary out of his way, and that’s his immediate dilemma. The prince of hope and kindness, who promises to rule by a gentler hand can hardly thrust and parry with a fair maiden and retain his title of Prince Charming.

He should have known from the beginning that charm can only take you so far, but now it’s bibbidi bobbidi too too late.