Weekend Update - Nobel Peace Prize Edition

• Pop! Pop! Pop! What's that? Oh, just the sound of hundreds of pinheaded pundit heads exploding. President Obama, in case you didn't hear Friday, has won the Nobel Peace Prize for ... well, for not being George Bush, actually. It seems that replacing BushCo with Obama gave the rest of the world a whole new outlook on America; so much so that they're giving out prizes in sheer relief. Glen Beck, meanwhile, is whining and rubbing vapo-rub in his eyes and wants Obama to give back the award. Limbaugh doubled his output of spit and venom and called his pharmacist. Tell me something. These people cheer when the President of the United States can't get the Olympics for Chicago, and boo when he wins the Nobel Prize. Why do these men hate America?


• Guess the boys at NASA got bored this week so they decided to blow up the moon. Well, at least a chunk of it. Mark Morford explores the cosmic reasons why we do things like this.


• Sarah Palin stands ready to stump for the Republican gubernatorial candidates running in the two most closely watched campaigns in the country this fall, but neither seems to want her help. Poor baby. We thinks this is just the beginning, or rather the end for Sarah.


• "Michael Moore has made the most important and urgent political film of our time. In fact, he might have made the most American of films since the populist cinema of Frank Capra." Or so says Dan Siegel in this report. We will be in line.


• "The pain came as I began to realize for the first time that I had been using my faith to bring harm to others. That's not a pleasant realization for anyone who marches under a Christian banner of love, respect, and compassion." Holy Crap! Evangelical Christian Brent Childers explains his journey from believing that homosexuality was an abomination to marching in a pro-gay march on Washington.


• Does the financial industry in this country OWN our government? Check out this alarming article from Salon.com.
• Arthur writes: I love it. Tired of breaking all those pesky "commandment" thingies? You know, the sissy stuff about the seven deadly sins and coveting your neighbor's wife and all that namby-pamby stuff? No problemo. Let's just write our own! Yes! Our own Bible, the one God should have written, if he wasn't such a wussy boy!