We are the new WikiLeakes! Only not chicken!
Tomorrow is election day in the United States of America. And while the prospect of a Donald J. Trump presidency has driven even the stoutest among us to the hills, I must admit, this whole cycle has left me nothing less than thrilled.
Part of my joy comes from the daily leaks. Oh not the ones from Julian Assange. His lily-livered faux power-mongering from behind the canary yellow walls of the Ecuadorian embassy is so weak! So gauche!
No. My favorite leaks are the anonymous nuggets from inside the campaigns themselves. Did you read Inside Donald Trump’s Last Stand in The New York Times? It positively crackles with anon gossip. A true work of art that will undoubtedly go down as a journalistic high water mark.
Also the works of cold-blooded Russians deep in Siberia who are not in it for fame or glory but for integrity. For truth.
And in that same very same vein, a brave Russian deep in Siberia just today emailed me this Rob Machado commercial from 2011 that never saw the light of day. The hacker, WilderBEAST420, said he/she found it while combing through the dark net. Or darknet.
But I don’t care! It sounds wonderful. And he/she leaked it to me because even in Siberia there are people who recognize the soul crushing seriousness of the surf industry.
You might recall my rant against Volcom last week that shouted at them forgetting that what we do, this surfing, is at the end just plain fun.
The hacker, whoever she or he is, knows this, read the piece and got to work digging around in the inner sanctums. And this little peek behind the ivory walls makes me smile, yes, but it also fills me with great hope.
There are people out there trying to make surfing fun again!
Revel then in this bit that you aren’t supposed to be seeing and smile along.