The masses chant "Fuck the WSL!" just like Noa Deane!
Oh how my soul has been buoyed today by you. By the people. The bald clouds have officially left my sky and the sun shines through upsold Stuttgart tint illuminating both my spirit and path forward in this new dystopian world.
We will overcome!
We are the resistance!
Yesterday, you see, Derek Rielly and I both put out starkly opposing viewpoints on Kelly Slater’s Wave Ranch. I hate it and hate it honestly and truly and with everything in me. Seriously. Much of what I write here flips between semi and hyper ironic but that fucking wave pool. Ooooooh. I want, as I said on the Grit! podcast, for Kim Jong Un to sic his hydrogen bombs upon it.
Derek Rielly loves it. Loves it to the point of lusty tears. Loves it and would give up on most everything to be able to surf it everyday.
Who is right?
You have spoken. You and scientific analysis. For our impassioned pleas were offered up and you have chosen and you have chosen that Kelly’s Modern Hell is a gutless abomination.
My story received (at last count) 160 BeachGrit hearts (shares).
Derek Rielly’s? A mere 57.
So what do we do about that shit, assuming Kim Jong Un can’t quite target nor intercontinental yet?
Should we stand outside Surf Ranch with picket signs? Should we propose a general strike?
Help! I’m new to the people! How do we shut down Wave Ranch forever?