Howie Carr writes about the absurdity of Barry’s Nobel in today’s column.
Now pitching for the Red Sox: Barack Hussein Nobel Obama, the southpaw who wants to get both of his paws on your wallet.
So what if he’s 48 and has never played the game? He’ll get the “W” – that’s the lesson of this Nobel Peace Prize nonsense. He can throw the ball in the dirt in front of home plate – strike one! He can toss it over the catcher’s head – strike two! He can roll it to the plate like he’s back in that Pennsylvania bowling alley – Yer out!
Who are these rac- I mean, who are these nattering nabobs of negativism who say Barack Obama has done nothing to earn this latest handout? Of course he’s advanced the cause of world peace. Have you forgotten the Beer Summit?
Even as we speak, the Obama administration is trying to return Manuel Zelaya to power in Honduras – you know, the dear pal of Hugo Chavez who is holed up in the Brazilian embassy down there, claiming he is being poisoned with death rays by “Israeli mercenaries.” Barack really knows how to pick ’em, doesn’t he?
Wasn’t it nice of Barack to halfheartedly put on his self-deprecating hat Friday at the White House, saying, “I do not feel that I deserve to be in the company of so many of the transformative figures.”
More insincere words have never been spoken. What was it Winston Churchill who said of his rival Clement Atlee: “Mr. Atlee is a very modest man. But then he has much to be modest about.”
Don’t you ever dare say anything like that about Barack or they’ll call you a – well, you know they’ll call you, at least on MSNBC, where Comrade Chris and Comrade Keith both got tingles up their legs on Friday.
Barack is a guy who was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple. When are we going to see his SAT and LSAT scores? Must have been very good, considering he was admitted to Columbia and Harvard Law, right? Got to be editor of the Harvard Law Review without writing a single article – how do these things happen?
Read it all for a good chuckle.