And the Nobel Prize goes to....

 Remember that old earworm "God grant me the serenity not to go apeshit when the Nobel Prize goes to someone I don't like?"   Yes, dear friends, it's that time of year again!  The Nobels are live and in living color.  First one just went out to three guys who figured out which virus gives us Hepatitis C.  

Gotta admit, that's pretty appropriate this year.



I'm hanging on, biting the remnants of my fingernails in anticipation of the Literature Nobel.  Will it be Thomas Pynchon?  Nah, too old.  Salman Rushdie? Nah, if they didn't give it to him when the entire Moslem world was starving for a taste of his blood, he'll never get it.  But Marikumi?  Maybe  Joyce Carol Oates?  Nah, Bob Dylan (another American) just got one.  But since nobody else cares about this, let's move on to the Big One.  The One everybody cares about!  The one none of us has even the faintest influence on!  Yes, it's the 

PEACE PRIZE!   

You know who ain't winning it?  This guy:


So let's put THAT aside.  But who's your nominee?  And remember, no matter how much you want your pick to take home that nice medallion (not to mention about a million dollars cash money), the folks in Sweden give not even the tiniest shit about your opinion.

But AlextheKay cares!

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