"Got anything else to whine about?"
Instagram, as if it needs to be said, is the devil that never sleeps, a wicked goblin that awaits the misspoken word or misstep that will awaken its legion of offence seeking trolls.
Kelly Slater, eleven times a world champion and a man of almost immeasurable wealth, has made a point, in recent times, of going after all those he feels may’ve wronged or misrespresented he.
Kelly Slater hits back at historically inaccurate troll on Instagram: “I don’t give a shit…you’re on glue. You’re a miserable coward…Accusing me of being a racist? My girlfriend is Chinese… Fuck off.”
Today, we find Kelly defending his decision to vacay in Bali, a holiday that has already yielded a double-tube ride with Betet Merta and a backside carving 360 at Padang as well as a lovely head-high session at Uluwatu.
— World Surf League (@wsl) September 10, 2020
@deathsalt, 924 followers, writes,
@kellyslater how many countries have you travelled to whilst covid is going on?
Kelly replies, Technically one. I was in Australia when it happened then went home and am now on my first trip abroad. Got anything else to whine about?
And, then, the expected, but no less effective, coup de grâce,
Well, let’s see… I was already somewhere by default. Then I went home which everyone was requested to do. Then anyone who can pay for a visa can go to indo. I’ve had 4 tests done in that time all negative. Please tell me about the spread I’ve caused. Keep drinking the kool aid though.
The Kool-Aid reference, for those who missed the Jonestown massacre in 1978, refers to the poisoned Kool-Aid (actually Flavor Aid, a cheaper copy) followers of Jim Jones’ apocalyptic cult willingly, and unwillingly, drank as part of their “revolutionary suicide”.
Nine hundred dead, three hundred of ’em kids, too.
To drink the Kool-Aid means blind obedience.
Which, I think, gives this story its meat, so to speak.
Does Kelly think that COVID worriers, which @deathsalt appears to be, have been hoodwinked by their governments?
A conspiracy etc?
As for getting into Indo, it ain’t no secret.
Cough up the cash and you’re in for two months.