You remember those “cousins” you shipped off centuries ago? The ones you cleared out of your jails and workhouses, packed onto boats, and sent across the ocean so they’d stop being your problem? They started calling themselves “exceptional” while making your goods and guarding your trade routes… and now? They’re having what you might politely call a collective breakdown.

Over here, we don’t call them peasants. We have another name for your colonial exports: "Saltines"...(Wink, Wink).  Right now, your "Saltine" cousins are struggling with the slow, messy decline of their empire. They’re slipping back into pre–civil rights habits — openly. You’ve seen it, right? The guy they elected president (the Tyrant King)? That wasn’t a political choice — it was a red flag flapping in a hurricane. And the so-called “Biden-Harris correction”? Just a dead cat bounce before the spiral resumed.

The delusion they live in is a whole other reality — one where ineffective airstrikes become “decisive victories,” imaginary trade deals are celebrated, and lies are shared like family recipes… with the expectation you’ll repeat them as if you’ve lost your mind too.

We have a name for that place: The "CrackerVerse".
And friends, it’s time you came and had a word with your cousins.