There’s something about Barneysaurus.Blogspot.Com

According to an independent and wholly unreliable research conducted by me, myself and Iamme, everyone has a super hero to look up to.

For some, it’s Superman, Batman or Spidey. For others, it may be Mickey, Winnie, or *ahem* Hello Kitty. You also have people who find inspiration in real people such as Mother Theresa, Santa Claus and Tinky Winky.

My super hero, on the other hand, is Barney.

Unfortunately, this makes me the subject of misdirected ostracism because all my friends don’t like me that fellow too much. Their reasons include:

1) He is fat.
2) And bald.
3) He dances around kids naked.
4) He is of a different skin color.
5) His teeth are too straight. (what the?!?!)

Parents probably curse and swear every time their kids force them to buy over-priced Barney products. I also bet these very same kids are going to spend the rest of their lives denying that they spent their childhood singing along to ‘I Love You’ once they reach puberty.

And that makes Barney ultimately a tragic figure: it’s inevitable that he will be hated by everyone someday.

But Barney, he is one hell of a strong fellow. He is happy despite the daily dose of scorn, humiliation and misery he suffers. He is persistently optimistic: I think even if you slap him around and set his tail on fire, he will still smile and try his best to make everybody happy. He reminds me uncomfortably of someone I know rather well.

And that is why Barney is my super hero. This blog is dedicated to that purple dino, and all the assorted underdogs in the world.

“You know what?” commented an old friend after I told her about the name of this blog, “Your profile pic makes me sick. Nobody is going to read something as lame as Barneysaurus. Gays maybe, but not me.”

Being the good friend I am, I have decided to get her a Barney VCD for her coming birthversary.

Signing off, Barneysaurus