How great must it be to be Barack Obama? You come out of obscurity to beat the Clintons, run the Republicans out of D.C. and you are best pals with Oprah!
You are cruising along feeling like Frank Sinatra “I’ve go the world on a string…sitting on a rainbow” when those pesky IOC types start raining on your parade by not picking Chicago for the Olympics.
It’s been a bad couple of weeks. Health care is going nowhere, the economy is still stagnant, and you’ve just spent a million dollars on a Chicago tourism trip that didn’t pay off. Just when you think it couldn’t get an better, you open up your Obama Cracker Jack box and you get your secret toy surprise… your very own Nobel Peace prize.
Huh? I know this guy is good but NOBODY saw this coming. Do we just give these things away now just like winning a trophy for coming in 10th place out of 10 teams?
Maybe next year, the Nobel Committee folks can give the Peace Prize to the people who make Cracker Jack… after all, who can fight a war if they are eating popcorn, caramel, peanuts and playing with their own replica of Nobel Peace prize medal.