White people love to classify, whether it’s true taxonomy or organizing our spices white people love their ducks in a row, and most importantly knowing what color each duck is. That is not to say we are a racial group, but more so a group that loves organization. There was Darwin with his escapades in the Galapagos and Captain Cook with his incessant desire to map the wilderness. White people love to take the things of this messy natural world and put them into a neat and organized little book that tells us where they belong.
Dan LaFontaine: (Picture of Stewie) One's a baby. (Picture of The Rock) and the
other's... Black. I think. At least part Black. Or... Hispanic, I think. You
know, possibly there's some Filipino in there, yeah, possibly some Filipino. I
mean if he- if he's Black it's definitely diluted. I mean one of his parents
must be white. What the hell is Jessica Alba for that matter? If I were 40
years younger I would plow that till next July.
The plight of the Rock continues for white people everywhere. As we do with any situation we don’t understand, it is accustomed for a white person to obnoxiously go and ask “Rock what the heck are you?” Now I’m not a major fan of WWEF or whatever they are calling professional wrestling these days, but I am sure the Rock can certainly put the hurting on me and my other white brethren. And it does beg the question how many of us are going to watch from the back of a room as the Rock gives someone The People's Elbow, only to walk right up to him like a insect into a bug zapper and ask the same question “Rock what the heck are you? I guess out of all the rambling and Family Guy citations what I am really trying to get at is…I’d do him.
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