So the Nobel Peace Prize is given to someone currently overseeing a bloody war of occupation; you don’t need me to explain the hilarity of this. But fortunately, more hilarity has come forth from this event.
At first I thought the best satirical response I’d seen was this: “In other news, the Nobel Prize for Literature was awarded to a man who set fire to a library and then promised to write a book about it.”
That only narrowly beat the headline “Analysts Warn Obama’s Peace Prize Complicates War Efforts.”
But they were all blown away by this: “Obama should accept this prize not for himself, but on behalf of the army.”
Yes, that’s right. It has now been recommended that Obama should say “I cannot accept this award on my behalf at all. But I will accept it on behalf of the most important peacekeepers in the world for the last century — the men and women of the U.S. Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps.” The Nobel Peace Prize is now to be given to the military. The next step, surely, is to ceremonially re-name it ‘ministry of peace’ – though ‘ministry of defence’ is halfway there already.
In other “reality indistinguishable from satire” news, compare:
I’ll have no hoes! No, no, noes!
Hoes with clothes? No, no, noes!
Hoes at shows? No, no, noes!
Hoes with piercings in the nose and hoes with eyes for all the bros?
No, no, noes!
Hoes who ask for a rose and hoes where fem’nist theory grows?
No! No! Noes!
I’ll say it now before I go:
This bro will never love a ho!
Bitches on my nuts like clothes
But I’m from the pound and we don’t love them hoes
How could you trust a ho? Why? Why? Why?
Cuz a ho’s a trick
We don’t love them tricks. Why? Why? Why?
Cuz a trick’s a bitch
And my dick’s constantly in her mouth
And turnin’ them trick ass hoes the fuck out.
One of the above is satire written by a radical feminist and posted at iblamethepatriarchy; the other is the lyrics of a popular and successful mainstream song. Can you tell the difference?
And finally, I have been tagged in a meme (hopefully I’ll recover soon) by Missives from Marx, compelling me to reveal something that readers would not have guessed about me. Ummmm…would it be a surprise to know that in my ‘day job’ (in philosophy) I hardly study or discuss political philosophy at all? (Nobody is allowed to say that would have guessed that…)
Oh, or that I once went straight from having forearm-length hair to being entirely shaved-with-a-face-razor bald?