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According to a number of news articles, Bono, lead singer to the band U2, has been nominated to be the next president of the World Bank.

Part of me is incredibly sceptical about this, but it seems to be being report from a number of sources, so it might not be a hoax. Interesting...

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mareth_redorb
Mar. 7th, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
The US head of finance type person has said that Bono will not be getting the position, so regardless of whether or not he was nominated, he's probably not going to get it.
catdraco
Mar. 7th, 2005 09:20 pm (UTC)
It's a reasonable nomination. Bono doesn't go out of the way to publicise his work for developing nations, but he really does an awful lot, quite successfully I believe. More along the lines of assisting international development than say, raising money. Every few years (or maybe more often, I dunno) Bono and the Pope get together and work out more ways to reduce world poverty (that being one of the Pope's major priorities, along with things like, you know, breathing unassisted *grin*), but I know that Bono gets together with lots of world leaders on a semi-regular basis. He's a real quiet achiever in that respect, I feel.
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