Not this year, Norman Mailer. I don't think so, Margaret Drabble. Fugeddabout it, Gore Vidal.
I've yet again scooped the blogosphere by finding out the identity of this year's winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. OK, I don't know her name, unless it really is "The Woman I Was," but I recognize Nobel Laureate material when I see it:
Bloody Bush is celebrating his 60th birthday.. he invited his tails “followers” to celebrate with him.. How many children and women will die all over the world to make him happy and make a wish?
Bush, the terrorist, we wish if your mum did not born you. You are the bloodies liar not only on the earth but through the history.. I do not know how your silly wife and stupid daughters are proud of you? The answer is they silly and stupid!! But what about the tails who are celebrating with him? How do they agree with him on killing more than 100 Iraqi civilians every day? The whole world should know that the ongoing blood baths in Iraq pushing toward a civil war made by the Americans. Stop staying silence, say with me to Bush:MAY YOUR WISHES DO NOT COME TRUE ANY MORE.
Saying is not enough, let us work; let us have an action; not only to stop bloody Bush, the terrorist, wishes, but to save Iraq and the world from the White (Dark) House..
I, for one, am in awe.
Flawless politics? Check!
Victim of colonialism? Check!
An authentic style? Check! (It will be described as "experimentially primitive" in the citation.)
You scoff? Need I remind you of the illustrious Harold Pinter and this shooting star from the year before?
The lady is a lock.