The Nobel Disgrace

My friend Jay Nordlinger has probably the best line yet on this year's Nobel laureates:

Harold Pinter won the literature prize, and here the Nobel committee performed almost a parody of itself: They picked the most anti-American, most unhinged writer they could find, and one whose literary gifts are less than Dantesque. Or rather, they picked the most anti-American, most unhinged writer they could find whom they had not already honored.

As for the Peace Prize, awarded to the Mad Mullahs' best friend:

This is not only a parody, but a cruel joke, and an insult, and a disgrace. The IAEA may not be damnable, although that is debatable. But it is virtually impotent, and to accord it this great honor is appalling.

What else can one do or say? How about quoting Margaret Thatcher::

We speak of peace, yes, but whose peace? Poland's? Bulgaria's? The peace of the grave?