"Be responsible and go home."
Humans, while often low, snide and selfish, can sometimes rise to the greatest heights of honor, dignity, selflessness. History has shown us we are at our best with backs to the wall, fighting impossible odds in some inspired last stand.
There are many famous in history, from the Battle of Thermopylae in 480 BC to the Siege of Mecca in 692 but my favorite is 1915’s Attack of the Dead Men.
In short, the Germans, whilst fighting The Great War, were seeking to overtake Osowiec Fortress, in northeast Poland, held by a few battalions of Russians. They waited until 4 a.m. on that early morning of August 6th, for favorable wind conditions, then bombarded the fortress with a mixture of chlorine and bromine gasses. Following the poisoning and waste-laying, over 7000 German troops advanced, expecting little resistance.
The Russians did not have gas masks and were greatly destroyed but one bold sub-lieutenant, Vladimir Kotlinsky, the highest ranking survivor, railed the remaining few, who wrapped urine-soaked rags around their faces, and charged the enemy.

The Germans, it is said, became panicked by the appearance of the Russians, who had turned black and yellow from the gas and were coughing up bits of their own lungs as the hydrochloric acid began disolving their flesh, and retreated so fast that they became entangled in their own concertina wire.
The five remaining Russian guns finished the Germans off.
Kotlinsky died that evening and the Germans took the fort two-weeks later but for one glorious moment, the ragtag were royalty.
Very similar, I believe, to the the plucky but under-gunned grumpy local viciously attacked on all sides by energized VALs who have picked up surfing during quarantine because it is “a great way to remain socially distanced, outdoors, while exercising.”
This categorization of “surfing” as “exercise” the root of many evils for we know that, while sometimes the arms can become a little sore, surfing is NOT exercise but rather a grand waste of time.
Well, the brave Western Australia city Perth appears to be making a last stand. The region is under another Covid lockdown though residents are allowed outdoors for one hour of exercise a day.
Except local Tania Edwards was out walking but became confused after seeing police tell surfers the sport is not classified as exercise.
She shared a video of the encounter to social media which shows police telling beachgoers “surfing is not deemed exercise, be responsible and go home.”
“We saw this police boat coming along shouting with his bull horn,” she told 6PR’s Liam Bartlett.
“I think the government is doing a great job, but I just thought that was a bit strange.”
Not strange.
Brave like the Russians.
Surfing is NOT exercise but rather a fantastic way to sit and stew.
We are all Perth.
Attack!
Correct. Surfing is NOT exercise. So please renew your gym membership and get out of the ocean and back on the treadmills at the Y. It’s for your own good.
I’ve coughed up a few lungs in my time
if surfing’s not exercise, why have i been wearing skin tight stretchy suits this whole fucking time while doing it? answer me THAT. also, i did like 3 sets of 12 pop-ups today and have it all recorded (including peak heart rate) on my exercise-surf watch.
I saw a big stingray pass under my board the other day. I was delighted to see the beast. As an exercise in seeing wildlife, surfyboarding certainly has its moments.
Would you testy aussies just piss on a rag, wrap it around your face, and watch the WSL come surf your waves!?! ☻
Some of us do the rag bit for fun anyway!
I guess you could say on a localised high ability spot that a Val sitting on the shoulder for an hour watching isn’t really exercise,
unless he’s turtle-rolling and ducking angrily-hucked fins every once in awhile
ROLL OUT THE TURTLE!
AND WE’LL HAVE A TURTLE OF FUN!
a bunch of Russians and Germans agreeing with each other – ya da ya da ya
Perth has surf ?
Can’t help but think of what C.S. Lewis wrote about Vulnerable Adult Learners. “We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.”
You are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop—The Twilight Zone