An aging, demented despot thinks he should undeservingly receive a “Peace Prize”—largely because his old-man racism can’t stand being upstaged by a black prize recipient who sassed him at a dinner once—and he campaigns aggressively for the prize.
He doesn’t live out the ideals of the prize so as to position himself to be a worthy candidate—he simply shouts at everyone that he is the singularly best person in the world to receive it.
When it goes to a person who lived out the ideals of peace, the despot quickly sends his cartoonishly overpowered military to her country, conquers it, and then the despot with his nigh-omnipotent forces pressures the principled woman into forfeiting the “peace” prize to him.
The aging despot finally gets his “Peace Prize” through force inspired by racism.
It’d be such great fiction.
An aging, demented despot thinks he should undeservingly receive a “Peace Prize”—largely because his old-man racism can’t stand being upstaged by a black prize recipient who sassed him at a dinner once—and he campaigns aggressively for the prize.
He doesn’t live out the ideals of the prize so as to position himself to be a worthy candidate—he simply shouts at everyone that he is the singularly best person in the world to receive it.
When it goes to a person who lived out the ideals of peace, the despot quickly sends his cartoonishly overpowered military to her country, conquers it, and then the despot with his nigh-omnipotent forces pressures the principled woman into forfeiting the “peace” prize to him.
The aging despot finally gets his “Peace Prize” through force inspired by racism.
The world gave up a long time ago…