Who is the bigger son of a bitch? The Great White or the dang whale?
Earlier today, a gal pal showed me a wonderful video that has gone viral, I believe the expression is.
In the three-minute short, we see a man’s wife and family so dang terrified on their “boating adventure” she calls 911 to report that”three grey whales are underneath our boat.”
The daddy, who is the boat’s skipper, is thrilled.
“Look at this! He’s rolling! This is amazing guys! You’ll never get to see this again!”
His weeping family beg, “Let’s get out of here…you better turn the motor on…drive away Dad! Faster please! Drive away faster!”
To his little boy, the daddy says, “The worst thing that can happen is we go for a swim, dude.”
And so on.
It’s easy to laugh at the mammy who finds solace in lighting up an emergency call centre on land, but a little search finds no end of cantankerous whales.
And who can forget the brave little children here?
Do you ever contemplate being eaten alive while you surf? Either by shark, whale or whatever else lurks in the depths, maybe a stingray barb through the heart?
Does it worry you? Does it occupy the majority of your thoughts when the sun goes down just a little or is yet to creep over the horizon? When a school of baitfish turns the water black?
Or are you an evolved human being who believes dying doing what you love would be the… etc… etc?