Pity Barack Obama.
I mean it. Really. Yesterday was not a good day for him. How can it not be a good day when you win a coveted prize awarded by five Norwegians nobody has ever heard of? Simple. When it opens you up to mockery.
Genuine, honest hatred you can deal with, you can even turn it to your advantage. Look at Bill Clinton. Never has a man so prospered because of the hatred of his enemies. Mockery, on the other hand... That's hard to deal with. It is so much harder to be laughed at than it is reviled.
If we're being fair, this one isn't even his fault. He didn't (we assume) ask to be nominated. He did not ask to be selected. Despite that, he's the one who has to deal with the consequences. And the consequences are that it is becoming more and more apparent to people, even casual observers, that hype has outrun substance by a wide margin. And the more apparent that becomes, the less Obama becomes a figure of hope and the more he becomes one of ridicule. It is sort of a continuation of the do-nothing meme that started last weekend with the Saturday Night Live skit.
And while we're here, let's take a moment to look more closely at the Nobel Peace Prize. It is this illustrious prize, the height of achievement in the field of international relations and so forth and so on yada yada yada. Yeah.
Actually, it's a trophy and some cash awarded by five Norwegian politicians. And four of them are chicks who apparently are going through The Change because little else could explain their piss poor judgement.