Alerted by the ever-vigilant Reggie Dennis to this today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, John Ridley, young auteur, has taken Chris Rock’s famous-but-obviously-ironic comedy routine seriously, and added his own fascist, classist, bougie spin.

And then he does something even more stunning:

Ridley posits the week-or-so that W left Condi and Colin’s in charge of the Big House during a minor diplomatic crisis as the apex of all African-American achievement.

Hey, he might be right. Maybe the building of the foundation of the entire American economy, American theatre, dance and musical culture, the American dialect, a huge body of literature, and a non-violent Civil Rights movement ain’t shit. Oh yeah, blood transfusions and peanut butter too.

I can say one thing, though: The zenith of Black achievement definitely wasn’t “Undercover Brother.”

I’m not going to say too much more about this. I’m just going to sit sort of on the sidelines, watch the shit storm, and listen to W.E.B. DuBois roll in his grave.