If hypocrisy were a global sport, Donald Trump would not just be a player — he’d be the gold medallist, referee, and the stadium itself. The man who once fancied himself the “world’s greatest dealmaker” has been dealt the cruellest blow to his fragile ego — losing out on the Nobel Peace Prize. For Trump, that golden medallion wasn’t just an award; it was validation for every self-congratulatory tweet he ever posted. But alas, peace and Trump are like oil and water — the Nobel Committee couldn’t find a way to mix them. In fact, it’s high time the world instituted a separate category — something that better fits the man’s unique contributions to chaos: “The Liar of the Year.” Or perhaps, to be fair to his consistency, “The Liar of the Decade.” Because let’s face it, Trump’s relationship with truth makes Pinocchio look like a saint. Ever since his dramatic re-entry into the White House six months ago, Trump has made it abundantly clear that humility, restraint, and rationality are not among his governing virtues. The moment he retook the presidential chair, it was as though someone flipped the “Chaos” switch back on. He reignited trade wars, slapped tariffs on allies and rivals alike, and threatened nations with sanctions as casually as he used to fire contestants on The Apprentice. While the Nobel Committee was busy looking for peacemakers, Trump was busy manufacturing enemies. His “America First” agenda has fast turned into “America Isolated.” He’s alienated allies, mocked global leaders, and accused international institutions of conspiring against him — all while branding himself the saviour of global peace. Somewhere in Oslo, the Nobel jurors must have sighed in relief: dodging that bullet was the real act of peace. In these six months, Trump’s foreign policy has resembled a toddler’s tantrum with nuclear toys. One day he’s professing love for dictators; the next, he’s threatening them with annihilation. Kim Jong Un was first his “friend,” then “Rocket Man” again, and possibly back to “friend” by breakfast. His diplomacy operates on the principle of mood swings — with world leaders as unwitting extras in his soap opera.
The irony is thick: the man who claimed he alone could bring world peace has succeeded only in dividing his own nation further. Internally, his administration has been marred by a series of scandals, firings, and walkouts. Policy announcements are made via tweets — sometimes before his staff even knows about them. One day it’s war with China, the next it’s a “beautiful friendship.” It’s less a presidency and more a live reality show with the world as the unfortunate audience. Of course, Trump’s supporters still chant that he “tells it like it is.” But what they fail to see is that “it” never is. His statements have been fact-checked so many times that entire careers in journalism have been built just on verifying his falsehoods. From claiming he “rebuilt the military” to boasting about “the best economy ever,” every phrase is either inflated beyond recognition or plucked straight out of his imagination. If fabrication were innovation, Trump would already have his Nobel. Perhaps what disqualified him most from the Nobel Peace Prize isn’t just his lack of peace-making — it’s his utter disdain for the very concept. Peace, after all, requires empathy, foresight, and a measure of humility — qualities that don’t exactly fit into Trump’s repertoire. He’s more comfortable with confrontation than compromise, more at home with applause than accountability. But maybe we should thank the Nobel Committee for sparing the world the final absurdity — a “Peace Prize” for the man who has spent every waking moment amplifying conflict. Instead, let’s give him the award he truly deserves: “Liar of the Decade.” It could come with a gold-plated mirror so he can admire the only person he truly believes in — himself. As Trump fumes over Oslo’s rejection, he might tweet about “rigged awards” or “fake peace.” But deep down, even he must know that the Nobel is for those who calm storms, not those who create them. And Donald Trump, in all his unpredictable, self-glorifying glory, remains a one-man hurricane — blowing hard, going nowhere, and leaving destruction in his wake.
