I was in Las Vegas over the weekend, and I joked with my friend Jim Hoft, St. Louis’ Gateway Pundit, calling him a “Cracka” during an interview.
Jim gave a surprised laugh, evident my comment gave him no discomfort. Nevertheless, the blatant use of the term Cracker these
days got me to thinking about Crackers in general. So I decided to
perform a quick investigation.
In my investigation, I was surprised at all I had not known about Crackers. Like the sheer number of crackers out there! So many in fact,
that I suggest America is made up of nothing but Crackers.
Even more revealing is that Crackers run the gamut of the color spectrum; yes, Crackers come in all colors! For example, you have your
very white Saltine Crackers, which includes all my fish-belly white
friends also known as “Gingers.” Saltines include Scandinavians,
Germans, Russians, Slavs, many Brits and even some Spaniards.
Well-tanned whites in America might be considered Ritz Crackers, and it is they who based on looks alone could be confused with Graham
Crackers, a group that includes Arabs, Hispanics, and even some blacks.
And though there is distinction between cookies and crackers, that is only for the purist, because there is an Oreo Cracker, which of course
is the black Conservative.
As for Cracker origins, you would be hard-pressed to find a pure Cracker. Almost all had some flavoring, and many had nuts and seeds.
I even had kosher Crackers at one of my Jewish friend’s house, so Crackers even cross religious lines. And who could forget the Communion
Wafer, which we all know ain’t nothin’ but a Catholic Cracker!
Colleges and urban soirees have Party Crackers, who origins I learned are from Old English Crackers, ironically served at Tea Parties!
Wise Crackers come in all shapes and sizes, and they are not wise at all, but quite irritating.
Firecrackers have a lot of spunk, and are team players. They usually climb the corporate ladder quite quickly. Firecrackers make people
jealous, particularly Union Crackers aka Union Wafers, who conspire to
keep firecrackers down.
Town House Crackers are little short guys who live in tree houses. Most of these Crackers are from the Keebler family, and surprisingly
accepted by all.
The very wealthy tend to be Club Crackers, but don’t get Club Crackers confused with Crackers who just like to go clubbing. And
Crackers who like to go clubbing should not be confused with the LAPD,
who again are just Crackers who like to club Rodney King.
Crackers don’t all have to be human, thus we have Animal Crackers!
Bill Clinton would call Hillary a “nut cracker”, and of course there are just nutty Crackers like Rosie O’Donnell, Janeane Garofalo, and
poster boy for this list, Mel Gibson.
Needless to say, Americans use the word “cracker” day in and day out, with little outcry from any crackers. Jim Hoft laughed when I called
him a Cracker, because Jim can make fun of his crackerness! He is a
tall lanky Midwesterner, who can’t dance—typical for a Saltine.
Here’s the wrap:
Jim doesn’t see white people as “weak and in need of government protection,” because somebody called them a WORD! How silly is that?!
When the news of the cracker comment by the Black Panthers about “killing Cracker babies” broke, there were no committees formed by
whites getting together to fight the oppression of the Black Panthers.
Instead there were hundreds of Facebook pages started with “cracker” in
their name. Many people added “Cracker” as their middle names. Ted
“Cracker” Nugent, Ronald “Cracker” Reagan, and so on. Self-deprecating
humor by white people skyrocketed.
Whites took the statement by the Black Panthers as just a “wannabe Cracker” trying to get attention—more funny than threatening. Anybody
want to guess what the reaction would have been by blacks, had the
situation been opposite? Malik “N-word” Shabazz…NOT!
Now Liberal blacks will say Jim’s reaction is just a testament of this being a Cracker’s world. Moreover as we have learned from Shirley
“I’m still really a racist” Sherrod, it’s a rich, white Cracker’s world. I will be called a Cracker Lover, and race sellout, and yes, Oreo Cracker.
Nevermind that the president is half black. Because Liberal blacks constantly ignore that Obama is also half cracker—wheat cracker is my
guess.
Whatever kind of Cracker you are, my hope is to one day go back to only caring about the content of the cracker’s character.
That’s my rant!
We hail from Southern Bavaria which is red-neck central for Germans.
Does that qualify me as cracker?
Oh no, not the c-word
Isn’t a Cracker as used recently from one who cracks a wipe in the era of slave management?
Crackers of the world, unite!
NAACP: National Association of Cracker People!
The correct term, as I’ve learned on FR, is “Saltine-American.”
that was very funny and no, we couldn’t care less about racially derogatory terms yelled our way.
In fact, for some reason, it usually makes me laugh.
I have never given it too much thought but, there it is
A more useful pejorative than “cracker” is “po’bucker”.
While it sounds much like “cracker” in derivation, its origin is not racial, but ‘backwoods’ or ‘provincial’, yet not culturally or geographically, but intellectually.
That is, one can be from the actual backwoods, and still be genteel, polite, courteous to all and friendly; but a “po’bucker” can just as likely be a graduate of Harvard or Yale, from a wealthy, urban, Boston family, yet be crude, impolite, elitist, and obnoxious.
Almost invariably, however, a true “po’bucker” will be a Democrat.
Hypocrisy is a mainstay of “po’buckers”, both professionally and personally, invariably a mask for their purposefully negative pursuits and personal corruptions.
Examples are blatant racists, who call others “racist”. Antisemitic Jews. Those who redefine anti-Americanism as “patriotic”. Those who proclaim hatred of the rich, while they steal from the poor. The people that support corrupt leaders, because “they are one of us”.
In the final analysis, po’buckers are full of hate, bile, and neuroses. They cannot improve or enrich their own lives, so they seek to tear down the lives of others. The feel deeply inferior, so they proclaim their superiority to all. And they are “the losers of life’s lottery”, because they think that life is a lottery, so they gamble away their prosperity.
They are the “po’buckers”.
Maybe we should say:
“We’re called ‘crackers’ because we know how to ‘crack’ a book, learn and prosper.”