Funny -- I got into a big flamewar on Facebook for merely *questioning* if it was appropriate to give such an award to a man barely two weeks' in office (remember, Nobel Prize ballots had to be postmarked by Feb. 1.)

And my opponents, mind you, were hipster/counterculture types you would *think* might be suspicious of *any* politician mouthing bromides. I suppose that when one throws G-d out of one's life, the urge to hold something, *anything* sacred and beyond reproach is as strong as ever. From my perch, it usually seems to be directed towards either political personalities/ideologies, or sexual license. Here in the wacky SF Bay Area, it's often a *combination* of these.

This is bizarro world. Wouldn't surprise me now to see a weekly 'reality' show... like the Osbourne's... except obama's clan instead of Ozzie's.