Listen up, patriots—it’s no secret that Donald J. Trump, the greatest dealmaker America ever elected, brokered the Abraham Accords, slapping down peace deals between Israel and Arab nations that made the Middle East a helluva lot less of a powder keg. No endless wars, no more billions flushed down the toilet for regime-change fantasies. Real results. And what does he get? Crickets from the Nobel clowns in Oslo. Trump’s been nominated four times by loyal fighters in Congress—like Rep. Claudia Tenney and Darrell Issa—for those historic accords that normalized ties with the UAE, Bahrain, Morocco, and Sudan, proving you don’t need Palestinian handouts to broker peace. But the prize? Nah. It’s locked up tighter than a deep-state vault, handed out only to the globalist puppets who keep the chaos churning.
At first glance, you might think it’s just sour grapes or some Euro-elite snub. Wrong. To crack this scam, you gotta know who’s pulling the strings on the Nobel Peace Prize. It’s not some neutral panel of peace-loving monks—it’s the Norwegian Nobel Committee, five hacks appointed by Norway’s Storting (that’s their parliament). Yeah, politicians. And get this: the committee mirrors the makeup of Norway’s government, which has been a socialist wet dream for decades. We’re talking Labor Party dominance, the Scandinavian version of your neighborhood commie cell. These aren’t folks who celebrate a no-nonsense America First leader like Trump; they’re the type who genuflect to the UN, green agendas, and anything that smells like multilateral mush. The whole setup reeks of political bias—left-leaning, anti-Trump to the core. As one Norwegian paper put it back in the day, the prize has been “increasingly politicized,” rewarding aspirations over accomplishments, often with a hefty dose of Western self-flagellation. Trump’s bombast? His refusal to bow to the Davos crowd? That alone disqualifies him. They want their laureates meek, multilateral, and most importantly, malleable.
But it gets nastier. This ain’t a “peace” prize—it’s a reward system for politically backed operatives, CIA helping hands, and ruin-mongers who spread Western “democracy” at the barrel of a gun. Funded by Alfred Nobel’s dynamite fortune (yeah, the guy who blew shit up for a living), it’s morphed into a tool for the globalist agenda: topple dictators who don’t play ball, arm jihadis when it suits, and pat everyone on the back for the blowback. The committee’s got a history of crowning war hawks as doves. Take Henry Kissinger in 1973—shared with North Vietnam’s Le Duc Tho for “ending” the Vietnam War. Tho smartly refused it, saying peace hadn’t come (it hadn’t—Saigon fell two years later). Kissinger? The butcher of Cambodia, Laos, and Chile, greenlighting carpet bombings that killed millions and Nixon’s secret ops that birthed the Khmer Rouge genocide. Two committee members quit in protest, calling it a farce. But hey, he was a Cold War asset, so gold star for you, Henry.
Fast-forward to 2009: Barack Hussein Obama, nine months into his term, gets the nod for “extraordinary efforts” in diplomacy. What efforts? A Cairo speech and vague multilateral vibes? The man hadn’t even closed Gitmo, like he promised. Critics from left and right called it a premature slap at Bush, rewarding rhetoric over results. Then reality hit: Obama’s “peace” presidency ramped up drone strikes to 500+, turning weddings in Pakistan and Yemen into craters and birthing ISIS from the Libya-Syria ashes. Destroyed stable regimes in Libya (remember Gaddafi? He was holding back the jihadis), fueled terrorism across the Sahel, and left Afghanistan a ticking bomb. Even the Nobel secretary later admitted it was a flop—”Even many of Obama’s supporters believed that the prize was a mistake.” But Obama was the perfect poster boy: smooth-talking, Democrat darling, and a CIA-vetted operator who kept the forever wars humming while virtue-signaling about hope and change.
And don’t get me started on the “financial guy” like Muhammad Yunus, the 2006 winner for microcredit “lifting the poor out of poverty.” Sounds noble, right? Bull. Yunus built his Grameen Bank empire on tiny loans to Bangladeshi villagers, but it was a debt trap that charged sky-high interest—up to 20%—ensnaring the desperate in cycles of misery. One “success story,” Sufia Begum, the poster child for his Nobel pitch, died in a mud hut of poverty after Grameen squeezed her dry. Yunus forced villagers to pony up cash for his victory flowers post-prize, promising aid that never came. Off the pedestal, he’s a Democrat gold digger: top donor to U.S. libs, rubbing elbows with Clintonites while dodging taxes like a pro. His Grameenphone telecom giant—Bangladesh’s biggest—who’s biggest 53% share holder is Norway based telecom company Telenor refused to pay a dime in taxes for years, raking billions while the poor footed the bill. Facing 200+ charges of embezzlement, corruption, and laundering over $2 million from worker funds, Yunus got indicted in 2024, but not before pocketing Nobel cash and jet-setting with elites. That’s their “peace”—sucking the last penny from the wretched while funding blue-state campaigns.
The pattern’s clear: Democrats and their ideological soulmates run the show. Jimmy Carter snagged his in 2002 for Habitat builds and Iran hostage nostalgia, but forget his double-digit inflation and the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan he greenlit. Al Gore in 2007 for climate hysteria—while ignoring his own carbon-spewing jets. Aung San Suu Kyi in 1991 for Myanmar democracy, only to defend Rohingya genocide later—crickets from the committee on revoking it. And Abiy Ahmed in 2019 for Ethiopia peace, right before his Tigray ethnic cleansing killed thousands. These aren’t accidents; they’re endorsements for the controlled opposition, the ones who keep the military-industrial carousel spinning.
Trump? He doesn’t fit the mold. No apologies for American power, no secret drone menus, no tax-dodging side hustles. His Accords were raw capitalism: deals without the endless aid strings or Palestinian veto. But the Norwegian socialists see that as a threat—peace without their oversight? Heresy. Trump’s own words nail it: “If I were named Obama, I would have had the Nobel Prize given to me in 10 seconds.” Damn right. The prize isn’t for sale to outsiders; it’s a club for the wreckers who keep the West’s ruinous campaigns rolling—bombing for “democracy,” lending to enslave, and virtue-signaling while the body count rises.
So why’s it hard for Trump to “buy” it? Because it’s not about just money—it’s about selling your soul to the ruin machine. Trump won’t, and that’s why he’ll never get the nod. But screw the Nobel anyway. Real peace doesn’t need a Scandinavian pat on the back. It needs people with heart. So, for now, it will be another unachieved thing in this world of man-made creations.