Dakota Striplin stands out on the music show “The Voice” by saying that he is the grandson of Dr. Elvis Presley, who was known as “The King of Rock and Roll.” He sings a new version of “Love Me Tender” to both the crowd and the judges on “The Voice.” Each note makes them think of his rumored ancestry.
Everyone in the room is mesmerized by Dakota as soon as he starts to play his guitar and sing with his angelic voice. Deeply moved, the judge quickly turned her chair around and put her hand on her chest. Someone else, unable to turn down the appeal of his show, says:
She quickly flips her chair to show that she agrees, saying, “I have to see what’s going on here.” At the end of the song, the judges are blown away by how well he can sing and play the instruments.
The judges want to know why he chose that song and how it came about. Dakota says that for a long time, Elvis Presley has been an influence to him. As he talks about his family history, he mentions that his grandma loved going to see Elvis perform. This leads to the joke that he might be related to the King, which makes the judges laugh as they talk about how much they look alike.
As Dakota’s story goes on, he uncovers the mysterious history of his family tree. Even though Dakota’s father doesn’t say anything, his grandmother, who has a strong link to Elvis’s legacy, is very important to the story. There’s more to Dakota’s claim than meets the eye because she saw Elvis perform in Hawaii and is very sad about his death.
The fact that DNA results were found that contradict his claimed biological father’s story makes people think that Dakota might be, but you should still look him up and come to your own conclusions.
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MY MIL SPENT $200 ON A HALLOWEEN COSTUME FOR HER AND HER DOG
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her prancing around in her elaborate witch costume, complete with a matching mini-hat and cape for *Charlie*—her beloved Shih Tzu. And don’t get me wrong, I love Halloween as much as the next person, but she dropped **five hundred dollars** on these costumes. Five hundred. Dollars. For a matching ensemble with her *dog.*
Meanwhile, here we are, carefully budgeting for groceries and figuring out how to make the most of our paycheck for the month. Yet she’s out here treating this dog like her soulmate, her little partner in crime. She even mentioned planning a photoshoot so they can have “memories of this year’s theme.” Memories?! For a dog?!
Then it hit me: she actually *does* treat him like a family member. She’s constantly calling Charlie her “baby” and talking about how he’s the “only one who truly understands her.” She even joked about putting him in her will once. I thought it was funny at first, but now I’m not so sure it’s a joke.
Now, part of me wants to laugh it off, but the other part can’t help but feel a bit resentful. Is it crazy to think there’s something a little… off here? Like, it’s fine to have fun with Halloween, but at what cost? I can’t help but feel like all this is masking something deeper—maybe she’s lonely, or maybe it’s just a quirky obsession. But no matter how I try to see it, I can’t shake the feeling that her priorities are, well, *somewhere else entirely.*
So, am I overreacting here, or does this seem just as absurd to you as it does to me? Because I can’t help but wonder what will happen next. I’m just waiting for the day she announces a full-blown dog wedding, and I’ll be expected to RSVP.
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