Violence against surf journalists on rise after string of unprecedented direct message attacks!

"Hey there super cool guy, hope you're having good times making fun of folks from your 'man cave' at mom's house."

I wonder if Mark Zuckerberg saw this future back in 2004 when he pressed the launch button for Facebook? A world where “disinformation” reigns, hurt feelings bloom, professional longboarders excoriated for practicing safety, surf journalists targeted and attacked via unsolicited direct messages.

There I was, minding my own business, trying to find a new backdoor into Kelly Slater’s Instagram account when I noticed there was little orange “1” paper airplane in the upper right corner of my cellular phone screen. Clicking, and expecting a congratulations for nearing 5000 posts on the culturally valuable surf blog BeachGrit, I was instead met with unexpected viciousness.

“Hey there super cool guy,” it began, getting my hopes right up before crashing them right down with, “hope you’re having good times making fun of folks from your ‘man cave’ at mom’s house. Tired of the constant snarky shit that comes out of your mouth when you’re not putting shit up your nose. Unfollowing.”

The growing trend of bashing surf journalists extends to the preeminent thinker Sam George. The man who, legitimately self-coined himself the “King of Rincon” according to a first-person account, was recently and ruthlessly dragged for instructing Tahitians how to properly pronounce their most famous wave.

Chris Cote, rising World Surf League voice, casually dropped a “no cap” in Joel Tudor’s feed and was excoriated for not using the language of a “grown adult man.”

The United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization, understanding the danger, declared:

From 2016 to the end of 2020, UNESCO recorded 400 killings of journalists, a nearly 20 percent decrease from the previous five-year period. The declining trend continued in 2021, with 55 journalists killed.

Yet, the global rate of impunity for killing journalists is worryingly high: nine times out of ten, the case remains unresolved. Where the number of journalist killings is high, so is impunity for these killings, creating a continued cycle of violence.

Journalist imprisonment is at record highs. Online violence and harassment spurs self-censorship and, sometimes, physical attacks. Journalists have also increasingly been attacked while covering protests, by various actors (including both security forces and protest participants).

To say nothing of mean DMs, rude castigations, unnecessary pokings.

Is Sam George the King of Rincon though?

This story 4990 brought to you by The Inertia which would like to remind you that anyone can be a surf journalist.

Father of modern day old-fashioned longboarding Joel Tudor grows irate about leash wearing at U.S. Open of Surfing!

"Wearing knee leashes in 3ft Huntington…..y’all are embarrassing us!"

There are few things in this life as trustworthy as Joel Tudor growing irate on Instagram. The father of modern day old-fashioned longboarding will weigh with damning criticism of e-bikes, soft-tops, summer crowds, kooks and inequality. He is almost always, if not always, correct and today is no difference.

Tudor took to his social media tool of choice and posted a picture of Wile E. Coyote holding a sign reading “Stop in the name of humanity” and added, “Wearing knee leashes in 3ft Huntington…..y’all are embarrassing us!”

He was, of course, referring to the U.S. Open of Longboarding, currently in the water at Huntington Beach. Many of the competitors are, indeed, wearing leg ropes in a throwback to the middle 1990s. Agreement amongst Tudor’s 187,000 followers was universal.

“No cap. Logs shouldn’t even have leash plugs,” Chris Cote declared in a rare bit of criticism leveled at his employer.

“Spreading straight facts!! we gotta get on this issue…i’m working on a post now,” Nose Dodgers Anonymous threw in.

“So funny! Dork strap,” Chris Ruddy Surfboards stated.

Surfing Colors might have agreed but took a gentler approach, penning, “Well, in a completion it makes sense no leash, but you have to remember surf is not about a sport that you do alone. Even in a competition, have more people in the ocean, some people just care about the others… Surfboards, specially longboards can be a gun like cars… Can you imagine if every surfer decide surfing without leash? Many surfers look to you as an idol, so be careful with something so important like this subject. I hope everybody who think that surf need to be practice without leash, haves the same words when they need to take someone to the hospital. Surfing is not only about to make myself happy…”

What is your take?

This story number 4989 has been brought to you by Torrey Holistics Dispensary and Weed Delivery which would like to remind you today is a good day to get high.

California surfers trade Teslas for ’69 Camaro Super Sports as new study suggests waves in state will get bigger thanks to fossil fuel industry!

Gentlemen, start your engines!

Kelly Slater is a sneaky little fella. The world’s greatest surfer has, for years, been championing the environment. His clothing brand, Outerknown, creates hats from discarded fishing nets and his turtle moon sandals are made from algae. Secretly, though, he stuffs landfills with festive cheer and sends the aforementioned turtle moons to buyers wrapped as if they were delicate faberge eggs all while flying place to place around the world, never stopping for more than two weeks, spewing dump truck loads of carbon into the atmosphere.

What could be viewed as bald-faced hypocrisy is really a gift to California surfers.

For a new study just released in the Journal of Geophysical Research: Oceans has declared that climate change is creating larger waves off the Golden State.

Nearly a century’s worth of data was analyzed with the results revealing that wave height has grown by an average of a foot since 1969.

“This is just another indication that overall average wave heights have increased significantly since 1970 — since the advent of the upward trend in global warming,” Peter Bromirski, researcher emeritus at the Scripps Institution of Oceanography and the study’s author, told National Public Radio.

Per the piece:

The new study adds to a growing body of research that suggests storm activity in the Northern Pacific Ocean — the main source of California’s winter swells — has increased as human activities have caused the world’s temperature to warm. A 2019 study by researchers at the University of California, Santa Cruz found that the energy in ocean waves has increased over most of the last century because of climate change.

One man’s treasure is another’s multi-million dollar house falling off a cliff, though, and researchers warn that while surfers will be enjoying the fruits of a warming planet, coastal infrastructure is very much at risk.

Still, if surfers are one thing, they are selfish and many are trading in Teslas and Lucids for 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Super Sports. Did you know the muscle car sporting a 6.5L V8 and 375 hp got, roughly, 6.7 miles per gallon?

Make Cardiff Reef Mavericks Again.

This story number 4988 has been brought to you by Kelly Slater’s Enforfins which would like to remind you that if your fins don’t float, they won’t be able to join the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.

Open Thread: Comment Live on U.S. Open of Surfing as Joe Turpel continues stunning transition into voice of longboarding!

"Moments on the tip."

Insane stunt goes horribly wrong for naked surfer at Munich’s Eisbach stationary wave, “He was still a man though a part of him was gone”

Life would never be the same again, he knew that.

What a rich history the German city of Munich has. If we swing back to November 1923, we would find a very young Adolf Hitler, a baby-ish thirty-four, and thousands of his fellow national socialists raising hell, killing cops etc.

All the gang was there. Göring. Hess. And so on.

Hitler was found guilty of treason and sent to the can for five years where he would write the best-seller Mein Kampf, Chas Smith’s inspiration, ninety years later, for an issue of Stab.

Five years after Hitler’s release, the nat socialists then embarked on an ambitious program to rule the world while ceding the Pacific, including Australia and the USA, to the Japanese Empire.

It ended with a bang etc.

In this short clip, taken from the Eisbach’s Rapid Jam held on July 28, a naked man attempts to dance down a rail into the water, and into considerable glory, but a horrible slip, suggesting terrific damage to gonads, ensures a wild response from spectators and competitors. 


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Did you know the joint is crowded? That localism is a thing? That Kelly Slater got told to go home by an arch local known as the House Meister? And so on?

And have you ever wondered what it be like to have your balls sliced off by a medical pro? Here’s a short story in the style of Ernest Hemingway about a man, a doctor and a knife.

He stood there in the stark white room, the cold linoleum floor beneath his bare feet. The light was harsh, unforgiving, casting sharp shadows on the walls. There was no need for words; the doctor’s eyes said it all. This was it. This was the moment he had dreaded, the moment he had fought against in his mind, but now it was real, and there was no turning back.

He thought back to the days before, to the days of youth and virility, when life was a dance of endless possibilities. He had felt invincible then, with dreams of conquest and glory in his heart. But life had a way of humbling a man, of bringing him to his knees, and now he stood there, stripped of his former self, ready to face the blade.

The doctor moved closer, his face expressionless, his hands steady. He had performed this procedure countless times before, and to him, it was just another day at the office. But to the man standing there, it was everything. It was a loss of identity, of purpose, of what it meant to be a man.

He closed his eyes, trying to summon the courage to go through with it. He thought of his loved ones, of the woman he had left behind, of the children he had never had. Would they understand? Would they still love him, accept him, with this part of him taken away?

The room seemed to close in on him, the walls pressing against his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the tremor in his hands. This was a choice he had made, he reminded himself. A choice to live, to survive, to escape the clutches of a disease that threatened to consume him.

The doctor’s voice cut through the silence, his words crisp and matter-of-fact. There was no room for sentimentality here, no time for second-guessing. It was time to face the truth, to confront the reality of his situation. He nodded, his throat dry, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest.

And then it was done. The blade had done its work, and he was forever changed. He felt a strange mix of relief and emptiness, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders but had been replaced by an unfillable void.

He dressed silently, the doctor already moving on to the next patient, the next life to be altered. As he stepped out into the world, he felt a strange detachment from it all. The people on the streets seemed like ghosts, their voices distant and indistinct.

He walked, not knowing where he was going, not caring. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the pavement. He thought of all the other men who had faced the same choice, the same fate, and he felt a kinship with them, a brotherhood of sacrifice.

Life would never be the same again, he knew that. But as he walked into the fading light, he felt a glimmer of hope, a spark of something new. He was still a man, still a human being, and though a part of him was gone, he was still alive, still breathing, still fighting. And in the end, that was all that mattered.