Oh My God, Barack Obama Wanted Dijon Mustard On Burger! America’s Extremely Stupid Politics


Can you hear Europe laughing at us.  Especially after the farce that pretended to be a Democratic candidate’s debate on ABC.  Our political culture is off track and slipping fast.  Time has perhaps the best read on the matter.

In The Audacity of Hope, Barack Obama tells an amusing story about his first tour through downstate Illinois, when he had the audacity to order Dijon mustard on his cheeseburger at a TGI Friday’s. His political aide hastily informed the waitress that Obama didn’t want Dijon at all, and thrust a yellow bottle of ordinary-American heartland-values mustard at him instead. The perplexed waitress informed Obama that she had Dijon if he wanted. He smiled and said thanks. “As the waitress walked away, I leaned over and whispered that I didn’t think there were any photographers around,” Obama recalled.

Obama’s memoir dripped with contempt for modern gotcha politics, for a campaign culture obsessed with substantively irrelevant but supposedly symbolic gaffes like John Kerry ordering Swiss cheese or Al Gore sighing or George H.W. Bush checking his watch or Michael Dukakis looking dorky in a tank. “What’s troubling is the gap between the magnitude of our challenges and the smallness of our politics—the ease with which we are distracted by the petty and trivial,” he wrote.

Read the rest here.

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One thought on “Oh My God, Barack Obama Wanted Dijon Mustard On Burger! America’s Extremely Stupid Politics

  1. Ryan

    Wow, that terrible. He ordered spicy mustard instead of ketchup, nothing fancy, unless your the perfect redneck stereotype.

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