For Whom The Nobel Trolls
The Nobel Prize Committee is going to go back to the ol’ drawing board because Hair Führer isn’t even going to meet Kim Jong-Un, let alone take him to Prom.
As we all know by now, Prznint Stupid sent a letter to Little Rocket Man telling him they are breaking up, and wistfully reminds him to not to ask Vlad in his place (or sumpin’):
“You talk about nuclear capabilities, but ours are so massive and powerful that I pray to God they will never have to be used.”
Shorter Stupid: Mine is bigger than yours.
Our less-than-charitable assessment is that Prznint Stupid was never prepared and desperate for a win, which he realized was not gonna happen, so he quit first. So his break-up note is really I’m breaking up with you before you break up with me.
And we’ll conclude with The Villagers, who as we know, want nothing more than to find something to give Comrade Stupid some praise for doing (“maybe THEN he’ll like us!”), but Axios took ass-kissing to a new level (emphasis mine):
“Beyond the very serious geopolitical stakes, this move is pure Trump. A theatrical withdrawal from a potential “deal,” and reminder to Americans that he milked his adversary and gave them nothing in return.”