ABC News’ Karen Travers reports:
When in Rome, do as the Romans do – and when in Philadelphia, eat a cheesesteak.
This afternoon Vice President Joe Biden dropped by Pat’s Kings of Steaks, a cheesesteak mecca in South Philly, after a fundraiser for Rep. Robert Brady (D-PA).
Biden pulled up to the local landmark in his motorcade with the congressman and his wife and Philadelphia Mayor Michael Nutter.
Brady ordered sandwiches for himself and the vice president and the foursome sat at a table outside.
According to the local pool reporter, Biden “scarfed down the whole sandwich” – a “Whiz witout,” which cheesesteak aficionados will know comes with Cheese Whiz and without onions.
That’s because, as the narrative goes, Joe Biden is a “man’s man,” a “regular Joe,” if you will. Of course he ate a cheesesteak “the right way.” HE RIDES THE TRAIN TO WORK AND YOU WANT TO HAVE A BEER WITH HIM! He’s one of us! Unlike a certain faggy windsailing Frenchman:
If Sen. John Kerry’s presidential aspirations melt like a dollop of Cheez Whiz in the sun, the trouble may well be traced to an incident in South Philadelphia on Monday.
There, the Massachusetts Democrat went to Pat’s Steaks and ordered a cheese steak — with Swiss cheese. If that weren’t bad enough, the candidate asked photographers not to take his picture while he ate the sandwich. Shutters clicked anyway, and Kerry was caught nibbling daintily at his sandwich — another serious faux pas.
Because if anyone knows a thing or two about manliness and the way to order and eat a cheesesteak, it’s a Yale graduate and Skull and Bones member working at the Washington Post named “Dana.” That’s who wrote this- mocking the machismo of the decorated Viet Nam war veteran, John Kerry. The profound lack of self-awareness in our media is stunning, and makes you wonder if DougJ is right that most of them are simply sociopaths.
But yeah- it is news, because the narratives must be maintained. Biden is a regular “Joe” who eats his cheesesteak like a man and says the “f-word” and it is cool. Kerry and others are dainty out of touch elitist east coasters who like spicy mustards and exotic lettuces. If these stories disappeared, reporters might have to abandon the narrative and actually think, and let us think for ourselves. And you can’t have that.