A major comic plot line is King Oberon giving a love potion to Queen Titania so she falls for the ass-headed character Bottom.

I'm sure I can plough an academic or two full of mead and have them say that Shakespeare was being prophetic about this very day in A Midsummer night's Dream. Let's hammer together a full on ALT RIGHT stanza:

Venerate

Respectful, forlorn, glabrous and deadpan, All matters muted, the eager aigre must behave, What's this? The apparent deftly hands of the Iban clan, Those thieves! This circumstance is most grave!

To loot those passed, their pithy death matters not, Finders keepers they say, let them feast on bread! For in their grasp is the holiest of any lot, Out of reach is the figurative, but snatched is the literal head.

The civics of it all, leery larceny and hocus pocus, To wash away all creant aspirations in one swift flash, Zeus' sweat and Odin's tears will both surely soak us, When we find these brutes we'll give them full lash!

A wry smile flickered across the Cosmic Joker's boundless face, For the noggin was that of a Cheddar Man, fools' gone done lost race.

This reverse colonialism doesn't seem to be reciprocal. I read the Smithsonian's white privilege works on bland food. They seem to forget the the potato came from the same place as the tomato, chilli, coco and coffee. Without Europe they'd still be trapped there.