Today’s politics is a highly polarized mess. People on both sides of the political aisle have been asking how this happened, why there’s not more love in the world, and why people would rather spout weird beliefs rather than seek compromise.
The short answer is: mayo, which, as you can see (unless you’re a user) is a four-letter word.
The United States is composed of several kinds of people:
- Good people: We use mustard and possibly ketchup (but not catsup) on our hamburgers.
- People on the wrong side of the tracks: They use mayo on their burgers and probably break into grocery stores in the middle of night when they run out of it.
- Special Sauce Scum: They use thousand island dressing mixed with God knows what else on their burgers.
True Americans know what belongs on a hamburger. Americans who are supporting the wrong political candidates and putting the country in peril are people from the Mayo and Special Sauce camps.
Some of us add stuff to our burgers, but we don’t force our beliefs on others. I like bleu cheese (the scum spell that as “blue cheese”) and a dab or horseradish on my burgers. Some years ago, I accidentally got addicted to guacamole sauce on burgers, but I have been clean for over twenty years.
I never force my habits on others, much less go to Congress or the Supreme Court to get my likes and dislikes codified one way or another into the national psyche. But I draw the line a mayonnaise. Why the hell (pardon my French) would anyone want to spoil an all-American hamburger with (as Wikipedia defines it) “a stable emulsion of oil, egg yolk, and either vinegar or lemon juice”?
As a survivor of the cold war, my first thought is “Commies.” But the conspiracy is wider than that. Have you noticed? A lot of so-called “regular people” are slathering mayo on their burgers–and just about everything else. Yes, it works in chicken salad and tuna salad, but that’s about it.
If you’re a mayo user–or even a thousand island dressing user–please stop for the good of the country.
Malcolm R. Campbell is the author of “En Route to the Diddy-Wah-Diddy Landfill While the Dogwoods Were in Bloom,” a new e-book short story available on Kindle, iTunes, Kobo and Nook.
4 thoughts on “Mayonnaise Users Are At Fault”
It’s not an accident that “mayo” is very close to “mayor”.
Originally, the person who ate most mayo was proclaimed the mayor. That’s my theory.
I’m all around anti-mayo. Definitely not on burgers, but I don’t like any of those mayonaissey salads, either. Potato salad, macaroni salad, and all of their nasty cousins creep me out.
I can’t really imagine what mayo is good for except maybe greasing a squeaky wheel.
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