Putting the Norwegians in charge of peace is like asking a mosquito to run a blood bank

Let’s start with a joke that became history: the Swedes, in their famed generosity, handed over the right to distribute the Nobel Peace Prize to their oil-soaked neighbor, Norway — a country that turned moral arrogance into a national export.

From that day, the world’s most prestigious prize became a theater for Nordic sanctimony.

Norway crowned terrorist Arafat as a “man of peace,” invented the “Nobel in Advance” for Barack Obama —a president whose legacy includes a nuclear-armed Iran, rivers of Syrian blood, and millions of American families thrown out of their homes while his banker friends drank champagne.

And these are the judges of world conscience?

A committee that confuses virtue with vanity, and peace with posturing?

The Nobel Peace Prize is no longer a symbol of moral courage —it’s a trophy of hypocrisy polished with self-righteous tears.

So no, President Trump doesn’t need their medal.

He’s already rewritten the map of peace without their blessing —from the Abraham Accords to the courage to speak truth when others hide behind “diplomacy.”

If the Norwegians ever do decide to give him the prize, it will be the day they finally run out of hypocrisy.

Let’s be honest: putting the Norwegians in charge of peace is like asking a mosquito to run a blood bank.