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The new face of elitism, apparently.
This is seriously starting to cheese me off. Like, serially. Super serial. Whiskey Tango Fox-freaking-trot.
Mark Steyn:
It was wonderful watching the coverage of the hamburger visit. He's amazing, Obama. This coverage -- he's a regular guy. He eats a hamburger with Dijon mustard -- Dijon mustard. John Kerry couldn't get away with that stuff, but he makes it seem like just like a regular thing to do. Now there's -- I see that some of the left-wing commentators are saying, "Why are people making a fuss about the Dijon mustard?" but that's just an example of the way Obama is able to enlighten us.
Laura Ingraham:
I don't even like the way the man orders a hamburger. You're listening to The Laura Ingraham Show. What kind of man orders a cheeseburger without ketchup but Dijon mustard? See, he was trying to do this whole thing with Biden -- "We're like the regular people, we're like every other guy, you know, with our -- on our lunch break, we're going to go grab a burger, two guys, two bros." No....Well, we're gonna -- we're two bros hanging out together all right, man? How was your day? I love you, man. I love you. The guy orders a cheeseburger without ketchup? What is that?
Sean Hannity:
And finally tonight, as you all know, President Obama is a real man of the people. And yesterday he dropped by a popular Virginia restaurant to grab a burger with his pal Joe. Now, the Gateway Pundit blog pointed out that plain old ketchup, well, it didn't quite cut it for the president. Now take a look at him ordering his burger with a very special condiment... All right, I hope you enjoyed that fancy burger, Mr. President.
And William Jacobson's thoughts can be found on his blog over here;
Mitchell even noted that Obama left a $5 tip in the tip jar. But she didn't mention one arugulaar-like fact, and you couldn't hear it on the MSNBC video because Andrea and her correspondent Kelly O'Donnel (they needed two people to cover this story) were talking so much.
NBC's regular news reported Obama's order as follows: ""I'm going to have a basic cheddar cheese burger, medium well, with mustard," Obama said. "Do you have spicy mustd? I'll take that."
Actually, the quote was "you got a spicy mustard or something like that, or a Dijon mustard, something like that" (at 0.55 of the unedited video below without Mitchell's talkover).
Obama ordered his burger with DIJON MUSTARD! Bet he had to seek John Kerry's counsel on that.
This is... mind-numbingly, jaw-droppingly, unbearably and unbelievably stupid.
I don't mean, and I know that this is the defense that some people in the conservative blogosphere, including the above-mentioned Professor Jacobson, that people are trying to make fun of Obama for being elitist, or some nit picky minor aspect of his personal life like eating habits. That's fine. I mean, it's obviously stupid, but so is fawning all over his personal life. People that love or hate President Obama are going to make a big deal out of every aspect of his personal life, for good or bad, because that's just what they do. The burden of a celebrity culture. Fine.
That's not what's so painful.
What's so insipid and enraging is that those accusing Obama of elitism are so out of touch with American culture that they think spicy mustard is an elite condiment.
Look. Grey Poupon? It's owned by freaking Kraft, okay? I do not know of any fast food chain that doesn't have a spicy or brown mustard on hand. I think Fuddruckers has something like three varieties on hand.
It's not a hard concept. It's mustard. That's spicy. Mustard isn't something strange and unAmerican. Spicy food sure as Hell isn't. The two don't magically develop communist sympathies when conjoined. People eat it all the freaking time.
The reason this enrages me is it just represents how deep the malaise in the Republican party and Conservative movement is. How distant do you really have to be from the larger public to think that anyone but the die hards are going to go along with this whole dijon-as-a-symbol-of-elitist-pretension bit?
All this does is demonstrate what some of the lead social conservative talking heads really think of their audience; that they're stupid, gullible idiots that have never eaten out in their life and will swallow whatever resentment-based class warfare drivel is shoved down their throats.
There's just no excuse for this. They did not do the research. They did not think. They didn't expect their audience to think. This is just so pointlessly stupid and self-destructive that you have to wonder at it. The merit of the message is not reflected in the merit of the messenger, of course, but there does come a point where the people you support can come back to haunt you; it nearly cost Obama the Primary and probably did cost McCain the election.
There was a time- and I'm old enough to remember this- that Republicans made arguments. I am told that Reagan did this. I know I still remember Newt Gingrich, for all that the left still hates him, doing this, and I still hear a few people doing this today, but it doesn't help when the big names are out there trying to destroy what credibility the Republican brand has left by bitching about SPICY FREAKING MUSTARD.
I could forgive the pettiness of the complaints. It's basically the fact that Laura Ingraham, Mark Steyn and Sean Hannity put on their own sham pretense of being working class and understanding the working class in order to accuse Obama of the same that gets to me.
Look. I have nothing against success, okay? You have money. Fine. You can eat out all the time and buy expensive ingredients; you drive a nice car and have a nice house. Fine. Good. It's good that people have these things. I want to have them myself some day. But if you're rich, please don't pretend to speak for the working class. That applies to pundits and politicians of every political stripe.
Personally, I prefer Sriracha. Why? Well...
Never mind, you're not refined enough to understand it anyway.
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For today's foray into the arts, I turn to the photographic work of the engaging and always quixotic Rachel Aurora Peace, and the subject of; my twin getting married. Part of the reason (between that and moving) that I haven't updated in a couple weeks.
As true now as it was then;
Love is like a horse wearing a suit and smoking a cigar:
Hard to explain.
To Matthew, my congratulations.
To Elspeth, my condolensces.
And overheard at the Donnelly corner, of the Irish Heritage Festival being held nearby;
Look, you can have a wedding anyday, okay? But there's beer down the hill.
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