Nobel Prizes ain't what they used to be. Word is that Al Whore may win the Nobel Peace Prize. What's unclear is exactly what Mr. Whore did to deserve this once lofty but now decidedly watered-down honor. According to the article, Big Al was nominated thanks to his "worldwide campaign to bring attention to the dangers of global warming." The lynchpin of that "campaign," of course, was "An Inconvenient Truth," Gore's stunning work of unscientific fantasy that warns of the imminent, glacier-melting apocalypse caused by modern civilization and first world economies, and more specifically, for which the conservative citizens of the United States are solely responsible.
There is much that is distressing about the prospect of this clown winning the Nobel Peace Prize and giving the Dems a world stage on which to sermonize their guilt-ridden and self-loathing message (of which the gospel of global warming is but one component). But let's not ignore the initial question: What the hell are those secretive scandanavians in charge of awarding the NPP thinking? Since when does someone get the world's highest honor for "Peace" for spreading a message about the global physical environment - a message transparently driven by a political agenda, no less? Could this - Al Whore winning the Nobel Peace Prize - actually signal the apocalypse that he so fervently asserts is nigh, and if so, would that be ironic, or paradoxical?
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This is Current Popular Example Numero Uno of the sad tendency of our modern culture to depreciate long standing awards/recognitions. One of my personal pet peeves is the popularity contest that the Heisman has become. You can't tell me that Eric Crouch was the best player in college football in 2001! (Did anybody see what Julius Peppers did that year!? - oh wait, since he played at UNC which sucks he must not have been worthy, plus he plays defense and it's impossible for a d-lineman to be the best player on the team despite what the NFL draft says each and every freaking year!) Anyway, the whole Nobel enterprise has been demeaned to a half-step above the MTV video music awards and I predict we see a Britneyesque meltdown by a winner sometime in the next decade.
Chester highlights an important, more general point about the depreciation of once prestigious awards. Add to his Heisman example the following increasingly meaningless accolades: The Holloywood Walk of Fame (Ryan Seacrest recently got his own star - need I say more?); The MLB Hall of Fame (bat over .270 lifetime with a few All-Star seasons, and you too might make it on your seventh try); the Emmys; the Grammys; the Oscars (Exhibit A: "Crash"); and basically anything awarded by elite groups of academics.
Sigh... can two postings and 4 total comments - all from the same two people - be deemed a successful first day for a blog? Where the hell is White Running Back, the supposed "glue" that holds us together?
This is a fine start to a blog, Cochese. That said, I'm eating pizza and watching Grey's Anatomy with 2 chicks right now, so my brain is not functioning right now. I wish I were kidding. More to follow...
My God, it's true... Al has has won!! Why? Why? Why does the left want global warming to exist so badly? Don't answer that - we've been over it...
I love how you can't talk about the weather anymore without thinking of that fat ass. I mean, what better marketing campaign has been waged in the past decade (well, other than the homosexual rights movement)? Al has inserted himself into all of the most timeless and ageless and omnipresent conversations - the freaking weather. That's something even Cambridge professors have in common with Marines. So I was walking to work today and I was thinking - I just can't get over how what was called "Indian Summer" in New England when I was a kid might now be considered the calling card of the harbinger of the apocalypse, i.e., destruction by climate change to be rendered on all of man over centuries by by white male consumption. And now that Al has drawn a line in the sand, people with common sense are forced to choose between joining the harbinger of the apocolypse or being one of Al's minions - the good guys! This is the power of political correctness and it exhausts me - makes me want to move to South Africa.
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