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President Barack Hussein Obama has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
Let that sink in for a minute. Our Glorious President, who has possibly one of the shortest resumes of any President in American history, has been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Why, exactly? Well, supposedly, it is for “‘his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples,’ the Norwegian Nobel Committee said, citing his outreach to the Muslim world and attempts to curb nuclear proliferation.” So, apparently, saying some nice things about the “religion of peace” (that still manages to blow people up periodically in suicide bombings, stones women who dare to leave their hair exposed, and other fun things like that), promising that you will disarm/diminish your country’s nuclear arsenal (in spite of the fact that countless other hostile nations are building up their own nuclear stockpiles), abandoning eastern europe (to the unstable tendencies of some of their neighbors), almost running a military campaign into the ground (by effectively abandoning his troops), and kissing the asses of dictators around the world (Castro, Kim, Chavez) is sufficient to get yourself a shiny little medal.
Good to know.
Oh, and by the way, nominations for the Nobel Prize are due by the first of February, meaning that Our Glorious President’s name was in the hat no more than 11 days after his inauguration… Do I really need to spell out how much this award is nothing more than sycophants worshiping at the altar of our President’s glorificousness?
Somehow, though, I get the feeling that Our Glorious President has finally found a group of honest peers… after all, he is taking his place beside the Master and Commander of False Science (AlGore), the Self-Flagellating Appeaser (Carter), and the “Reformed” “Freedom Fighter” (Arafat). They sound like just his types.
After hearing of the news this morning, this is part of the conversation between Better Half and myself:

Me: The Nobel Peace prizes were a farce ever since AlGore.
Better Half: The start of a decline.
Me: No, the start of the decline was Yasser Arafat.
Better Half: Yeah, but at least he did stuff.
Me: He blew gos-se up.
Better Half: But he did something. What has Obama done? I can disagree with Yassar Arafat’s methods for peace, but I cannot disagree with Obama’s, because he does not have any.

Any wonder why I married her?