For those of you who don't know: I am in love with The Rock (former professional wrestler, but now a.k.a. Dwayne Johnson--the hot actor). I have been deeply in love with him for many years. I was secretly thrilled last year when I learned of the demise of his marriage. Now...I can marry him!!!
I love him so much that people want to help me "get" The Rock. My sister, Amy, in her anguish over not being able to accomplish this task (yet), brought me a rock (purple ribbon wrapped) for my birthday last year.
It will forever sit on my deck as a testament to my love.
You may now understand why I was horrified to discover this:
Blasphemy, perhaps? Not even a good homage to the love of my life. Certainly doesn't incite the same sort of thrill of which only The Rock is capable.And certainly disrespectful of the memory of
The Rock's WWE days when his catch phrase was,
The Barack tee doesn't even come to close to creating that kind of excitement.
The lesson here:
The Rock by any other name is not The Rock.
Disclaimer: I have tremendous respect for Barack Obama. In general, I don't like to discuss my political opinions and views. This blog post is for fun and was not intended to make any sort of political statement whatsoever...nor is it intended to stimulate political discussion or comment. (Sort of sad given that I am a former Political Science major.)
3 comments:
I SEE OUR FIGHT FOR THE LOVE OF "DWAYNE" WILL BE A FIERCE ONE!!! I CAN TELL BY THE WAY HE LOOKS AT ME (IN HIS PICTURES AND WHILE IN FILMS AND ON TV), THAT IT IS TRUE LOVE HE SEEKS!! AND BY GOLLY, IT IS TRU LOVE HE FINDS!!!! AND THAT WOMAN IS ME!
The Rock, huh. Didn't know that. Why are you not lusting after "Bandana Man" then???
Because...alas...SIGH...Bandana Man is yours, Kellie. I can encourage you in your pursuit of aforementioned hunky body-builder, but I cannot also pursue him...his heart belongs to you.
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