Tremble, Jonas...

“Dear Jonas,” writes US President Donald Trump. “Given that your country decided not to award me the Nobel Peace Prize for stopping eight wars, I no longer feel obligated to think only of peace.” This “people,” let me emphasize, is the license my astonishment allows me, considering that, in the language of Paul Auster, the leader says he muststopped 8 Wars PLUS"I don't know if he means there's one, a war one, that he owes."stopped"Just a little.

Donald Trump's reasoning is philosophically marvelous. You're not going to give me the Nobel Peace Prize, are you? Well, get ready, because now I'm going to wage war. Luckily, Mother Teresa does have it, this coveted prize, because otherwise she would have done as he did and abandoned him and abandoned the Hooghly River. Mother Teresa pretended to be good to the poor because she was given the Nobel Peace Prize, but she was prepared, like Donald Trump, for being the psychokiller of West Bengal if they committed the same injustice against her as against Donald. The example, naturally, will cause those not awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics to begin denying, from the ceremony onwards, the principles of Archimedes ("Levers are meh"), those of Aristarchus of Samos ("The distance from the Earth to the Sun is the length that hangs from the ground"), and even those of Pius X."

I don't want to say anything so as not to force things, but I will do the same if I don't get the Nobel Prize in Literature. I will stop holding the pen with a master's hand and start writing shades and more shades of Grey (forget about seeing the sun). And think, above all, that it won't be for pleasure. Here I am, I didn't get past the sixth shade, when I read the work that will inspire me to be evil. Donald Trump doesn't do it for pleasure either.