Head-smashed-in Amphibian Jump.
Ever been slapped with a label? A name, perhaps, that conjures a possible fate, a possible destiny? A name, title, label, tag, even an epithet that makes others around you assume certain things? Maybe someone, let’s say when you were a kid, once called you a loser. Or a nerd. Or a geek. Kids, being cruel as cats, joined in, perpetuated the name-calling.
Names like that are a burden on the person they’re directed at. The person who’s been called those names never wanted those names, never wanted to hear them, never wanted to wear them, but they’re stuck with them as long as those around them perpetuate that cruelty.
So maybe old Rocket the Frog was labeled a “roadkill toad” by a bunch of assholes who figured that that’s how Rocket would end up. Maybe he’s too slow. Maybe he can’t jump all that far. Maybe, like in so many fucking Disney movies, Rocket has other talents that aren’t typical to a frog, and hence he is an outcast. He’s not the perfect frog, but he has hope.
Maybe that’s why I picked the name for this site. Maybe Rocket is an icon for all those who have been labeled unfairly. Maybe Rocket’s gonna make it. Because of those other talents. And maybe those people who’ve been called those names are, too.
Go, Rocket, Go.
