Satire

This is satire … and like all great satire, it exposes the truth but it's not real. Not written by me either. I just copied it into the page. I didn’t know who wrote it but I know now. Peter Girnus (you can easily look him up).“I am a member of the Norwegian Nobel Committee.There are five of us. Five people, appointed by a parliament most of the planet could not find on a map, who decide, once a year, which human being the world has agreed to call good.I know. I know. I think about it on the tram.We meet in a building on Henrik Ibsens gate, a street named after a man who wrote almost exclusively about people discovering they are frauds, which nobody on the committee finds funny except me. There is a room with a long table and the portraits of the dead laureates looking down, Mandela, the Dalai Lama, a great many earnest men in spectacles, and one portrait we do not discuss, which is Kissinger, 1973, awarded while the bombs were still falling, after which two of our predecessors…