Bombs for Freedom, Oil for Peace

The Nobel Prize is a complete paradox in the history of prizes. Its creator, Alfred Nobel, was in fact the mastermind behind the dynamite, a powerful substance for the bomb industry. Probably he realized after his invention that whoever carries the signs of war on their backs should be nominated for the Peace Prize.

It's not a coincidence, though, that many of the awarded are people who have pulled the trigger or incited a civil war. Needless to say, we need war to have peace, otherwise what would be the existential purpose of this little word?

This year's prize, 2025 (Christian calendar), is for a woman who (there's no argument here) fights a regime (a very dumb and dangerous one) that is leading one of the greatest economies of the Latin American region into the ground (almost 30% of its population has fled the country). It has overturned every election since 2018, and in the latest one, it was demanded to publish the vote tallies which, obviously, they didn't do, why would they?

What's interesting about our Peace Nobel Prize winner is the behind-the-scenes story. Yes, she fights against outrageous corruption; yes, she has put herself in a deeply dangerous position when the enemy behaves like a mafia. However, when we hear her statements, her profound desires for freedom, the paradox begins (Oh, Alfred, you taught us well).

She publicly asks now for a sort of intervention within the country; she publicly promised to move Israel's embassy to Jerusalem (of course, this is not a diplomatic provocation); she's willing to sell the country to the United States, governed by a criminal.

What a beautiful contest Mr. Nobel created, full of paradoxes, a nice image of our humanity.