Condoling and consoling Trump

9 October—The Monitor’s editorial pile bleeds for Donald Trump after his intensive, incessant, shameless lobbying for this year’s Nobel Peace Prize predictably came to absolute bupkes. Again. But all is not lost for America’s golden groper.

First, however, this cyclonomenclatural digression: Unless named storms do catatastrophic damage, in which case the names are retired (like star athletes’ numbers), the World Meteorological Organization recycles English, French, and Spanish names of Atlantic hurricanes on a fixed six-year rotation.

Evidently 2020’s Hurricane Isaias, a relatively mild category 1 storm (with sustained winds of only 74 to 95 mph) who did a mere 5 billion in damage, wasn’t considered catastrophic. Because Isaias is back (Isaias Jr. or Isaias II?) in 2026, category 3 at this writing (111 to 129 mph) and gathering strength as he dashes through the Gulf of Mexico—sorry, Donald, the Gulf of America—and is expected to hit the Gulf Coast tonight or early tomorrow.

A notable feature of storms called Isaias is the pronunciation of the very name. And this is a brief commentary on the subject that appeared in the late lamented Pape RepublicanAmerican on 19 August 2020 and is every bit as relevant now as it was then:

POLITICALLY CORRECT PRONUNCIATION?

Among the dreadful aspects of Tropical Storm Isaias is the pronunciation of “Isaias.” “Ees-ah-EE-ahs” is the Spanish pronunciation, which radio and television news and weather personnel have been tripping over one another to articulate precisely—and often with difficulty.

When Isaias hit the United States, where English still is the predominant language and the lingua franca of the world, wouldn’t it make more sense to simply pronounce the name “Eye-ZAY-us”? Or would that be politically incorrect?

Paul Mordecai Rosenberg

So now to console poor, unappreciated Donald Trump. Sure, the self-proclaimed President of Peace has been snubbed yet again by those left-wing communist Nobel Committee bastards. But last December, you may recall, the fine people who mismanage and abuse world soccer awarded Trump the very first FIFA Peace Prize.

Apropos nothing, FIFA capo dei capi Gianni Infantino presented the coveted FIFA Peace Prize to the big beaming bully at the final draw for the 2026 FIFA World Cup at the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in early December just a couple of weeks before Trump unlawfully stuck his own name on it.

We were assured at the time that the 2025 FIFA Peace Prize was the inaugural one and that—despite embarrassment and push-back from less corrupt FIFA quarters—other annual awards would follow. Don Gianni hasn’t been big on details, to be sure (sort of like the Trump maladministration), but it’s not unlikely that Don Donald is leading the pack for the 2026 FIFA Peace Prize—and may well be the only scumbag in consideration.

And that’s not all. If FIFA can give an award to Trump, whose interest in soccer goes as far as he can profit from it, why shouldn’t the PGA come up with a peace prize for the world’s most notorious golf cheat?