Peace in the Twilight Zone

Anyone old enough to remember Friday nights in Rod Serling's Twilight Zone understands where we are at this precise moment in history.  Yes, folks, we've crossed over.  We've entered the land of science fiction and upside-down reality.  We've entered the Twilight Zone where a make-believe peacemaker is a Nobel Laureate.

They might as well have declared that gravity is no longer in force and the sun won't come up tomorrow as usual because the sun is now orbiting the earth.  All natural laws have ceased to exist in the new Peace-in-the-Twilight-Zone world.  

President Barack Obama is taking home a formerly somewhat respectable prize for having done absolutely nothing but give pompous speeches from a teleprompter, shake a big stick at the Israelis and bow, scrape and grin profusely at every anti-peace, malicious dingbat around the globe.  Only in the Twilight Zone would this ridiculous drama make any sense whatsoever.  Only in a world of some silly child's imagination could such a thing happen.

It's almost as though the Nobel folks watched the President's ignominious defeat at the hands of the IOC last week in Copenhagen and decided to give him a nice consolation prize to make him feel better.  I can just see Gibbsy waking BO at dawn this morning to give him the news.  "There, there, Barry, the world still loves you.  See, they've given you the Nobel Peace Prize.  Come on, now, let's have a big party and celebrate.  Everything is going to hunky-dory again, you'll see."  One can only wonder whether Gibbsy donned a Santa suit to make his early morning gift a bit more festive for our despondent Pres.

But, hey, Chicago seems to have a way with twisted reality, doesn't she?  After all, Chicago is also the city that turned Billy Ayers, unrepentant domestic terrorist into a "respected" educator with lots of influence and plenty of pals in high places.

Whenever I visit Chicago, I can't help but think of a wonderful Mark Twin quote on the place:  "Satan (impatiently) to New Comer. The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here; whereas you are merely the most numerous."

Is Satan in charge of the Twilight Zone too?  Apparently so.  'Cause only in Chicago, hell and the Twilight Zone could something as weird as Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize make any darned sense whatsoever.

Anyone old enough to remember Friday nights in Rod Serling's Twilight Zone understands where we are at this precise moment in history.  Yes, folks, we've crossed over.  We've entered the land of science fiction and upside-down reality.  We've entered the Twilight Zone where a make-believe peacemaker is a Nobel Laureate.

They might as well have declared that gravity is no longer in force and the sun won't come up tomorrow as usual because the sun is now orbiting the earth.  All natural laws have ceased to exist in the new Peace-in-the-Twilight-Zone world.  

President Barack Obama is taking home a formerly somewhat respectable prize for having done absolutely nothing but give pompous speeches from a teleprompter, shake a big stick at the Israelis and bow, scrape and grin profusely at every anti-peace, malicious dingbat around the globe.  Only in the Twilight Zone would this ridiculous drama make any sense whatsoever.  Only in a world of some silly child's imagination could such a thing happen.

It's almost as though the Nobel folks watched the President's ignominious defeat at the hands of the IOC last week in Copenhagen and decided to give him a nice consolation prize to make him feel better.  I can just see Gibbsy waking BO at dawn this morning to give him the news.  "There, there, Barry, the world still loves you.  See, they've given you the Nobel Peace Prize.  Come on, now, let's have a big party and celebrate.  Everything is going to hunky-dory again, you'll see."  One can only wonder whether Gibbsy donned a Santa suit to make his early morning gift a bit more festive for our despondent Pres.

But, hey, Chicago seems to have a way with twisted reality, doesn't she?  After all, Chicago is also the city that turned Billy Ayers, unrepentant domestic terrorist into a "respected" educator with lots of influence and plenty of pals in high places.

Whenever I visit Chicago, I can't help but think of a wonderful Mark Twin quote on the place:  "Satan (impatiently) to New Comer. The trouble with you Chicago people is, that you think you are the best people down here; whereas you are merely the most numerous."

Is Satan in charge of the Twilight Zone too?  Apparently so.  'Cause only in Chicago, hell and the Twilight Zone could something as weird as Obama winning the Nobel Peace Prize make any darned sense whatsoever.