Have You Heard the One About the Trumps?

Donald J. Trump – Nobel Peace Prize. You really have to let that melt slowly on your tongue. Like a double cheeseburger from Mar-a-Lago, marbled with raw self-aggrandizement and the ketchup of global politics. On Tuesday, Republican Representative Buddy Carter submitted an official nomination to the Nobel Committee in Oslo – for the very man who, in a single week in office, exported more explosives than diplomacy. Reason: Trump prevented Iran from obtaining the “deadliest weapon in the world.” In other words: bombs for peace.

The argument sounds as if it had been written by a particularly patriotic chatbot from the Fox News editorial team. Trump, according to Carter, is a rock in the surf of historical animosities, who forged Middle East peace with “courage and clarity” – and did so precisely through a preemptive military strike that is still read in Tehran as an “invitation to enrichment.” But whoever lives in Trump’s praise-hallucination confuses explosions with reconciliation and negotiations with victory poses. Iran is enriching again – uranium as well as the irony of this entire farce.

It is the logic of the post-factual: you bomb a nuclear program and are then celebrated for your disarmament policy. Meanwhile, MAGA disciples post hearts in the comments, as if Daddy Trump had just personally parted the waters. “Make Peace Great Again” stands there between rocket emojis and GIFs of fireworks. The ideological air duct became a praise-hallucination, a self-referential PR loop in a constant rush of patriotic myths. And while Oslo might still hesitate over whether a president with nuclear megalomania should be pinned with the peace medal, Trump has long since awarded it to himself – in gold, XXL, and with engraving.