'Dijongate.' [Rolling eyes] Try 'Own-goal-gate,' at this point.

I actually don’t really care what the President puts on his burger, but this Legal Insurrection post about the reaction to his post about the condimenting in question is still pretty interesting:

My post the other day, MSNBC Hides Obama’s Dijon Mustard (aka Dijongate), has hit a nerve unlike anything else I have written.


Like most of my posts, Dijongate could have and probably should have fallen into the black hole of internet punditry, never to be seen or heard of again. But the reaction from the nutroots was widespread and swift, and they have kept the story alive.


What gives here? Why the out-sized reaction? If this is a non-story, why is the left obsessed with it?

Judging from his comments section from both posts, ‘obsessed’ is being kind.  The reaction resembles more dogs worrying at stitches than anything else.  That being said, I am raising an eyebrow at this:

I think the answer to why the nutroots cannot let Dijongate rest is the inherent insecurity of the left with their hold on power. While the mainstream media and left-wing blogs constantly tell us that Republicans and conservatives are dead politically, I don’t think they actually believe what they are saying.

…not because I disagree, but because I thought that it was obvious already. Then again, I got to watch in some vicious bemusement as a great number of people reacted badly to my rather straightforward observation that by supporting Obama in the wake of his embrace of rendition they were now pro-torture by their own, loudly proclaimed, quote-unquote ‘moral code’: the fact that the Other Side has some of the most insecure partisans in Western civilization is hardly a surprise. Nor is it that the Online Left absolutely hates the fact that, despite it all… nobody respects them*.  Heck, not even their own party even likes them very much.

Of course, why should they?  You can’t demand others respect you if you can’t respect yourself.

Moe Lane

*It does astound me slightly that there are people out there who I have never met who go through considerable time and effort to make it clear that they think that I’m a poopyhead, and that all of my colleagues are poopyheads.  That this means that I merely come out the automatic winner in the resulting power exchange never seems to enter their minds.

Crossposted to Moe Lane.