Well, at least in this case, I’m glad I didn’t.
Recalling my early year, my mother would carry on about her dreams for me winning the Noble Prize. That was her stated goal in life that would fulfill all her own latent and waking dreams.
Surely, it would have been a long struggle filled with tirelessly diligent work aiming for that one breakthrough that would change humanity.
How proud and totally embarrassed I would have been to share any association with liars, terrorists and ineffective tyrants. While the science prizes still recognize legitimate discovery, the Peach Prize is a complete joke.
Now that they’ve delivered Algore as the latest punch line, I reviewed that list of previous winners and found the dichotomy stunning. Compare Gore to Mother Teresa, Jimmy Carter to His Holiness the Dalai Lama, Mikhail Gorbachev to Lech Walesa, Yasser Arafat to Martin Luther King, Jr., and any UN Bureaucracy to Doctors Without Borders. You see pitiful ineffectiveness and self serving arrogance shamefully placed in the same company as people who have genuinely sacrificed themselves to their causes, risked and become martyrs and really did make the world better.
Maybe there’s hope yet. Soon we’ll see Bloggers up for the Literature prize. Hey ma! I’m still in the running!