Yours truly at surf's edge of the seemingly infinite and eternal Pacific Ocean in Pacific Beach, San Diego, Calif., 4:10 p.m. October 26, 2021
Though the ocean doesn't look rough in these images, there were 8 to 12 foot, long-period waves crashing offshore as the Pacific along the West Coast last week was very roiled from that enormous storm system that slammed into the Western United States. You could feel the power of the water moving relentlessly even where just a couple inches deep.
There were surfers out there but only the good -- or foolish -- ones. Oh, and the water was frickin' frigid. The Atlantic Ocean off Miami Beach it was not.
Gary took these pictures of me. Oh, and just if you're wondering, that was a piece of sea grass, not kelp. The beach was filled with "beached" kelp, which is a strange looking aquatica algae, to include air and CO2-filled sacs -- pneumatocysts -- that resemble large, brown balls.
Sunday afternoon, last day of October and, therefore, Halloween 2021.
I am, as ever, backed up on entries that I want to post including at least one and probably two featuring at least 30 additional pictures I took on my recent trip to San Diego.
Gary at the edge of the surf, Pacific Beach, San Diego, Calif.,
4:03 p.m. October 26, 2021
For this entry, though, I just want to post a brief update.
First and foremost, I'm not really doing that well health-wise.
I went to the doctor on Thursday. He was the same doctor with the Baptist Health Care system that I saw precisely six months earlier in April shortly after I moved here to Miami Beach.
I had planned to switch to a doctor at the Mount Sinai complex also in Miami Beach, but that just didn't pan out owing to some transportation / logistical issues.
All my vital stats suck:
I weigh 200 pounds now and my BMI is getting up into The BIG Y'EYEMAH's territory. (Remember, I'm a tad under 5'7", so I look extra awful and stupid.)
My blood pressure remains elevated, and so the doctor finally put me on a medication, namely, Lisinopril. However, I don't like the feeling it is producing in me, and I may need to go off it.
Finally, my cholesterol level is off the charts (almost 300 for the total number), as revealed in blood work. (Everything else was normal.)
So, putting it all together and simply stated, I'm a nearly 52-year old, middle aged train wreck of a person.
I guess I'll have to marry The BIG Y'EYEMAH after all, and we can live in poverty, failure, and morbid obesity in some hideous ghetto or barrio while she's all beady-eyed and tiny-mouthed self-righteous. It's amazing how much food can go into such a tiny mouth. And we'll do nothing but eat large amounts of garbage processed food and become totally immobile but triply masked.
I didn't mention this but when I was on those American Airlines MIA-SAN and SAN-MIA night flights crossing over the Gulf of Mexico, I was worried The BIG Y'EYEMAH might fall out of the sky and recreate the Chicxulub Impactor event.
Speaking of that American Airlines flight, it had to be cancelled yesterday because there is another flash pilot sickout owing to the Biden / Democrat / Big Media Death Complex's vaccination mandates that are causing tremendous dislocation to multiple sectors of the economy and society -- including, yes, health care workers.
But as Jesse Kelly says, it is the GOAL of the Communist to cause so much societal disruption and mayhem because that's how the Communist gets more power:
Meanwhile, the PMSNBCNNLOL / New York WOKE Times / WaHoPo Big Media complex of the hateful Illiberal Left is in a Banshee-like manic frenzy over the "Let's Go Brandon!" anti-Biden chant -- likening the Southwest pilot who said it on board a jet to ISIS and al-Qaeda terrorists -- but never see their own vile and revolting hypocrisy. That's because they are ethically perverted Communists.
As a result, there are phalanxes of pronouns-in-the-bio Covid Karens in their Blue State / City dystopian hellscapes are on Twitter literally doing p-claps over the chant, wildly "triggered" at the "violence" of the three words.
At this point, I'm going to end this entry, otherwise I will go down a political-themed rabbit hole and lose my entire day. There is a whole entry I want to write about this topic -- in particular, the wonderful punking and trolling of that virulent race-baiting huckster and pseudo-intellectual charlatan on Twitter by the inestimable Jack Posobiec.
Let's just say the Good and the Great Ibram X. Kendi has been seriously triggered, and of course, that EQUALS genocidal violence, just like (per Colin Kaepernick) the NFL draft EQUALS a slave auction.
Colin Kaepernick really is a low-IQ fucking whack job.
Above: OK, I added the image directly below after posting this entry. WOKENESS is a mental disorder, and Colin Kaepernick personifies this fact. Kaepernick himself is mentally disturbed because of his lifelong inability to deal with his biracial identity. As a result, he identifies as a black racialist and says such bizarre things (e.g., "the NFL draft is EQUIVALENT to a slave auction") ALL the time.
And just like a bunch of young Democrat operatives under the umbrella of that self-cancelling Lincoln Project, dressed up like Proud Boys with Tik Torches and standing by Glenn Youngkin's bus on a rainy day in Charlottesville EQUALS CRT and WOKEISM in action. About that stunt, it's amazing how cluelessly reflexively racist are Democrats.
Above: I also added the above comment from the black conservative activist Philip Anderson. I think he nicely sums up the point I was trying to make in my previous paragraph. Anderson is the man who had both his front teeth punched out in a violent battery by some BLM street thug who is a part of the Democrat Party's BLM/Antifa street-level shock troops.
As for the Virginia gubernatorial race, the momentum and the polls seem to have shifted decisively in Glenn Youngkin's favor over Swamp Creature Clintonista Terry McAuliffe, whose entire campaign was to run against Trump and accuse parents upset at CRT garbage in the school system of being racist monsters.
Above: As a parody of the preening, self-righteous, suffocating Cultural Marxist shit-holery of Vox, this image is quite funny.
Of course, this doesn't factor in all the voting counting "irregularities" and delays that will occur in the NoVa suburbs that extend the vote counting for days until three truckloads of "harvested" ballots reflecting 110% turnout -- and all for McAuliffe -- are dumped into the totals at 3 a.m. the following Wednesday.
Regarding the image directly above of tweets remarking on this week's extra-stupid national discourse, you can add the curio that Joe Biden apparently shit his pants literally while meeting with Pope Francis at the Vatican where they discussed what a good Catholic is this fanatically pro-abortion, dementia-addled, rage-a-holic old man.
For today, I'll do my usual Sunday routine of going down to South Pointe beach by the breakwater. It's 83F right now with 63F dew point and a westerly breeze. I think the ocean is still warm enough to swim in it, or least frolic in the light surf. I'm still not quite sure what to expect of Miami Beach weather in the "depths" of winter -- i.e., Dec/Jan/Feb.
Thereafter, I'll go to South Pointe Tavern. Unless there is a football game being loudly shown on the TVs, in which case, I'll go to Monty's.
OK, that's all for now. Happy Halloween.