[Dr. Condi] is accomplished as hell: a Ph.D. in poli-sci from the University of Denver. Former provost of Stanford. At thirty-five, barely a kid in Washington years, she was a staffer at the National Security Council. She came onto the foreign-policy train wreck that was the early days of G. W. Bush's 2000 campaign. Helped mold his malapropism-afflicted worldview into a demicoherent one. After the certification of Bush's election, Dr. Condi got herself easily appointed as national-security advisor.
Firsts all the way around.
Black America should have been singing hosannas.
But Condi was Republican. So never mind.
COLIN POWELL was the undisputed superstar of American politics.
His bio was bulletproof.
His bona fides undeniable: service in 'Nam. Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. Part of the team that cruised to victory in Gulf War I. Author of the Powell Doctrine, which states that overwhelming force makes an enemy your bee-yotch.
When he quit the military, real quick Powell became "the Get." Both parties wanted to snag him, wag him from their standard.
Powell went right.
Predictably, niggers immediately abandoned him.
Victory was at hand. The U. S. crewmen were just days and an official letter of regret to the Chinese government away from returning home. And you know that homecoming would have been filled with hoopla and pageantry. The Retro Guard would have to kneel before the superior intellect of the ascended black. Likewise, the Old-School Negroes and their liberal massas would be forced to acknowledge the evolutionary brother and sister. When the images of the homecoming were played and played and played from the morning empty-chat shows through the nightly news to Larry King and his first exclusive primetime interview (with call-ins!) of the crew, all of America would see freedom was won by a black man, a black woman.
They would have seen all that.
Niggers fucked it up.
The Manifesto of Ascendancy for the Modern American Nigger.
A compelling read from John Ridley, originally published in November 2006.