Relax, relax, relax.

To criticize selfie culture is, at his point in time, hollow and silly. Dumb. The selfie is as ubiquitous now as brushing one’s teeth. As bidet-ing one’s bottom. There is no associated shame with snapping a selfie in front of a Black Lives Matter protest, of snapping a selfie on a golden Buddha, of having your male pal snap a selfie of you in the shower…

https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_KbT-Fcob/

…of snapping selfies on a jetty whilst hurricane waves lash its rocks and that is precisely where we lay our scene, near Houston. For there two girls stood and snapped but something went horribly wrong and they fell into the ocean and began to drown.

Thankfully, surfing champion Johnny McGee, 67, was in the water.

Without missing a beat, he paddled over to the girls and had them hold onto his legs then paddled them all the way to shore.

A hero?

Without doubt.

McGee told the local radio station, “I guess I was meant to be there because there was nobody else out there. Surfers know through experience, [if] you go underwater [you should] relax, relax, relax. Don’t fight it or you’re going to end up using your energy and your air.”

Fine advice.

It is unknown if McGee later told them girls that they were “on glue” before blocking them on social media.

More as the story develops.

If the Covid don't get ya....

The most common defense of indefensible shark-eating-humans behavior is that we are in their world, i.e. the ocean, and deserve whatever amputation befalls us.

Well, as it turns out sharks, and particularly the man-eating Great White, is simply a murderous bastard.

Proof?

Tasmania where a 10-foot Great White recently jumped out of the water, snagged a 10-year-old boy off the back of a boat and….

To be honest I don’t even know. Eat him? Maybe. Sell him on the black market? Possibly. The evil that lurks within the mind of a Great White is something only Jeffrey Epstein can comprehend.

Further proof?

A father and his son were recently fishing off Tasmania and a cursed Great White attempted to sink their boat.

Per the father,”All of a sudden, we just had this mighty thump on the side of the boat, water flying through the air. In a bit of shock, I’ve looked up towards the front of the boat and there I can see a massive big, great white shark has come out of the water and opened its mouth and latched on to the front of boat where the anchor is. The shark’s let go, gone under the boat, hit the back of the boat and then done a massive tail flip right next to the back of the boat.”

He, smartly, raced back to port before his son was sold on the black market but come on hippies (not Hippy). Can you not admit that you are basically Ghislaine Maxwell when defending this behavior?

These people were not even in the water, for pity’s sake. They were each floating on boats whilst minding their very own business. Whilst enjoying the sun and not surfing.

Care to parry, Ghislaine Maxwell?

Let me have it.

Brazil nuts!

I woke up early this morning and thought, “Time to drive up to San Clemente, sit across a fine coffee table from David Lee Scales and talk.” Then I thought, “I have talked a lot this week.” After that I thought, “I am the Ryan Seacrest of surf.”

A relatively distasteful figure who is, nonetheless, everywhere.

All the time.

Even though not one person has ever uttered the phrase, “You know what I need right now? Some Ryan Seacrest.”

In any case, after drinking a French pressed pot of French roasted coffee, I drove up to San Clemente and sat across a fine coffee table from David Lee Scales and talked.

About what?

You already know.

Kelly Slater.

First, can I please offer my deep, deep thanks to all of you for the comment thread underneath Derek Rielly’s pinnacle work of art Kelly Slater Hits Back at Historically Inaccurate Troll on Instagram: “I Don’t Give a Shi*t… You’re on Glue. You’re a Miserable Coward… Accusing me of Being a Racist? My Girlfriend is Chinese… F*ck Off.”

The best piece that has ever appeared here, or anywhere for that matter, and you… all of you brought your absolute A games into the comments.

I laughed. I laughed until I cried. Then I laughed some more, fell asleep and drove up to San Clemente, sat across a fine coffee table from David Lee Scales and talked about Kelly Slater and about you.

Oh and the WSL being laughably wrong about everything. And how Ken “Skindog” Collins is the Consciousness of our Community.

And how Surf Ranch is unwatchable and dumb.

Ryan Seacrest 4 Eva!