I was in the Navy in the 1980's. In boot camp there was a swimming test. "We're going to form two groups. People that can swim over to my right. Blacks to my left." That's not how it was phrased, but that was how it washed out.
I went through that a Great Lakes. Soon after, while in ranks, one guy threw up. Than another guy. Then another. Vomit all over the grinder. So I thought to myself, "This is what it was like on the Titanic! Everybody puking!"
I find a lot of music documentaries to be complete and utter crap, but I thoroughly enjoyed Hated. Worth remembering that when Allin sang his catchy number, "Kill the Police," it wasn't taken as an order by his fans. Unlike when the Young Turks did it, and got a load of cops killed.
When you're drowning your sorrows after your boat accident that drowned all your black friends, I prescribe a cocktail combination. The tiki drink, Drowing Sorrows, with the dark rum of a Dark & Stormy. I call it the Drowning Darky.
Brew 8 oz spiced coffee then chill.(1 stick cinnamon, 2 pods star anise, 2 whole cloves).
Dave, you have a way with words. "They'll know the condition of his face when they find it." You're probably the only person that could make me laugh over a story about some poor kid getting his face shot off. Yeah, the little devil on my shoulder definitely won that one.
About swimming. I can't imagine not being able to swim and I'm almost always shocked when someone tells me that they can't swim. My mom used to say that I was a water baby, and I was swimming at the age of two. We were lucky enough to have a pool and our neighborhood had a small lake. We were always in the water. You want to do some serious laps, go swimming in an old quarry. Hell of a workout.
I would say that you were wise to exercise caution in 2011. Remember, personal experience here, floaters are NOT pleasant. And mine did not cross the Pacific, it was in the water for only 2 days.
Isn't it true, though? Like, swimming is so natural to me, I can't imagine anyone not being able to do it. Never done it in an old quarry, though! Sounds fun. I have swum with dolphins. And one time an otter (not by design; he just randomly came up to me in the water. They're curious little guys, but you don't wanna get nipped!).
Speaking of Nips, yep, I did NOT want to encounter a floater! They had us SO scared that our beaches would be inundated with corpses, I kept seeing myself coming face-to-face with a bloated Yamahito and I decided to skip that summer.
Lifetime swimmer here too! I grew up swimming in the Hudson (before Pete Seeger and RFK jr cleaned it up!) and my grandfather grew up swimming in the East River off Manhattan- that is still pretty dirty, but was way worse back in the early 1900's (BTW-he lived to 86 w/ all of his teeth!!!) I haven't done the dolphin swimming-yet , but have swum w/ the sea turtles in Hawaii and w/ beavers (for real!) here in NYS, and once while swimming across a lake, my hubby and I crossed paths w/ a squirrel (!) who was swimming across the other way! Really hard to imagine not being able to jump in and cool off, or save your ass if the gang way collapses. I've been to Sapelo Is. BTW. Pretty interesting site and beautiful area. Plenty of nice swimming for those so inclined!!!
Quarry swimming is great, but it's also frowned upon by the authorities. Something about it being dangerous. Cops were always chasing us out. I did the dolphin encounter down in the Keys once. That's not so much swimming as it is a few minutes of playing with them. I did have a chance encounter while snorkeling in the Caribbean, a huge manta ray decided to join me. Scared the hell out of me at first, it was right below me and I could not believe how big this thing was. But it stayed with me for several minutes, I would turn one way, it would stay with me. Almost 30 years since that happened and I'm still amazed by the experience.
That was a theme in Breaking Away, they hung around that quarry and swam during the summer and the company that owned the place it was filmed ultimately filled it in as too many people were imitating the movie and drowning there. You can see the place on Google Earth south of Bloomington IN.
A few weeks ago, a video made the rounds on Telegram- picture the corner of a lake, i.e. land on two sides, never more than 15 feet away in either direction. There's a bunch of floating driftwood, covering the entire surface, including a giant log, maybe 24 inches in diameter, and 2-3 foot long. Black guy jumps in, "swims" over to the giant FLOATING log, and grabs it. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, his "swimming" doesn't include any leg movements, so he panics, let's go of the floating fucking log, and commences to thrash about, just like a black guy that can't swim.
Then, his white male friend jumps in to save him. This is all being filmed by some black onlookers on the opposing corner of the shore. They yell something like "he's gonna pull you under", and sure enough, the black guy, in his panicked, unable to tread water state, of course, tries to use his buddy as a life buoy, and pushes him under.
Then, after about 45 seconds, they both slip under the water, and fucking drown!
It's the kind of thing we've all heard about many times, but it's the first time I actually got to see it happen.
Never more than 10 feet from the shore, and with a floating fucking log nearby.
In all my years of scuba diving, I've never had a black person on any guided expedition with me, though I never thought much about it. Honestly, I'm certain I could still surface without air from 60 feet below the surface, and obviously, to get my certification, I had to do it from 30 feet.
Perhaps we should require a swimming test for citizenship?
Never did try scuba, my love of the water seems to extend to the surface and just below. 60 feet. Doesn't sound like that much. Until you're 60 feet below with no air. Then I'm guessing it sounds like a whole lot. No thanks.
You work your way down to that depth after acclimating to being underwater and breathing through the mouthpiece. It is straightforward to get accustomed to it in a few minutes.
I wouldn't say I like to go any deeper with my 60+ year old lungs and risk overexpansion injuries. Flying in a chopper is much more fun. I recommend the choppers in Hawaii! They tend to fly the route from Honolulu Airport over Pearl Harbor and Wheeler Army Airfield, then to the pass the Japs took in their sneaky little attack.
There's a copter pilot I got to know in Vegas during my "party animal" years and he'd fly me and the abysmal Rosie to the Grand Canyon for lunch any time we wanted. I LOVED, LOVED the copter. We'd do Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, and we'd fly over the Strip at sunset. And he'd always bring champagne (for us, not him).
I really don't know what the deal is with American blacks and swimming. When the lil woman and I went on a cruise to Panama, the darkies down there were divin' in the local swimming hole and in the deep end of the pool like nobody's business. When we got off the ship (port of Colón) I was advised by the security guard - in an accent reminiscent of Speedy Gonzalez - NOT to walk through their black neighborhood and into town. "Eet ees beddy dangerous señor! No go there." So black neighborhoods are a no go zone in Panama too. My colleague, the blackest guy I know, raised a son to be a championship swimmer - the exception that proves the rule. But when most blacks are in the vicinity of a pool, their first instinct is to start a fight or some kind of drama, or just fuck with the honkeys for the hell of it. That's always good for a laugh. I learned to swim in the first grade in the YMCA in downtown Chicago. After we settled in Atlanta my dad enrolled us in the local community pool/tennis club and I spent several summers riding my bike up to the pool and literally spending all day there, with only a hot dog from the refreshments to tide me over. Sharks and minnows, fish, and later, I got interested in teen girls in bikinis. Good times. 😁😁
There's also, and I swear I'm not making this up, the hair issue for Black women. I had a very good friend when I lived in LA who was like, "You white bitches are always splashin' around in the pool!" She would never go into the water at a pool party. It would either fuck up her hair, or she had a wig on.
ETA I think American Blacks not being able to swim is about them basically being slightly darker rednecks. They're afraid of the water so they don't learn to swim, they don't realize that learning to swim & tread water properly can actually save your life. So they have this fear, but then someone talks them into the water, something happens then they panic and drown. They think ignorance will protect them but it actually makes them less safe.
I once saw that in action, with a high school friend who was with me at the beach, got knocked over by a wave that was at most three feet, then panicked. Almost drowned in three feet of water because of the panic.
There was a very sad news story about an entire family of blacks who drowned in the Ohio river in the Cincinnati area. For those who don’t know, the Ohio is a major tributary to the Mississippi and has lots of barge traffic. In other words it runs fast and deep only a few feet from shore. Even strong swimmers can drown.
Great article David, as a Newfie (Newfoundland born and bred through and through) we all learn to swim at a young age. So I simply can’t relate to NOT swimming! I love the water. I really do! I miss the ocean so much. We tend to swim in fresh water reserves simply because the northern Atlantic Ocean is REAAAAAALLY cold. All year round icebergs, so, I’m not ashamed to admit, it’s a bit too cold for me. Still miss the smell of the water though, and those wonderful fresh water ponds we do swim in.
Yeah, when I briefly lived in Vancouver, I loved the fresh air but the water was colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra. Here in Southern Cal, the further south you go, the warmer the water. Malibu? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Santa Monica? Decent. Manhattan/Hermosa/Redondo? Pleasant. San Diego? Jackpot!
I jumped in the water at Santa Monica one time and I was shocked at how cold it was!
It hurt for a few minutes til I adapted!
The ocean down in Galveston is much warmer - same as South Beach. Damn, I miss the days the girls there were topless and wearing thongs - heaven on earth! (1990's)
Hawaiian girls in thongs almost make up for it on Waikiki! I was paddle boarding 2 years ago, horizontally to the old army base Ft. Derussy when 6 thin teens (legal age I assure you) went paddling by in their thongs going out to deeper water, and I lost my balance and fell into the water while staring. I think my wife figured it out but didn't say anything - but I took the family to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse that night just to be safe.
The point is that I, too, cannot understand how you can be a kid and not swim!
Dave, you are quite the enigma. You willingly immersed yourself in raw sewage, yet it is your mandatory practice that the toilet must never be flushed with the lid open . . .
As I've said before, I adapt to my surroundings. When Porn Girl and her brother were here, I adapted to them running around tracking shit everywhere. Now I'm alone and I've adapted to having full control of my environment. When I lived by the beach, I adapted to that lifestyle. You can't define me linearly; you're thinking in B-movie writer terms (one-note characters). I'm a bit more three-dimensional.
One of the reasons there are so few black naval aviators might be the dunker test, which teaches you how to escape from a ditched plane or helo. A crane drops this thing called a METS (Modular Egress Training Simulator) into a pool of water. You are strapped into it in all your gear. It sinks and the first time you have to unbuckle and get out the nearest escape hatch and swim to the surface within a specified time. The next time you have to get out a specific escape hatch not near you that is also being exited by others rushing to get out. Try to avoid being kicked in the face. The third time the dunker rotates upside down and you do it hanging from your straps. The fourth time you do it upright but with a blackout helmet so you can't see anything, and the fifth time you do that upside down and blind.
It seems that black candidates have the most difficulty with this part of training and are the most likely to panic.
I don't think there is any physical reason why they couldn't pass this test as well as anyone. I think it is a psychological problem, like some people being afraid of heights. But then they say fear of heights is a genetically determined condition....
As a data point, last year the Navy had 1,124 aviators. Fifteen were black.
That's really interesting. The Mohawk used to be known as great steel workers in NYC. Supposedly they had stuff built on the reservations (in Upstate NY and near Montreal in QC) for the kids to play on, so kids would get used to heights.
A lot of the construction workers in Chicago were Indian; I had a girlfriend whose father wound up in Chicago after leaving the rez, I assume he was in that field.
* Soros is living in a time before television, that is how out-of-touch with reality he is. The internet replaced radio about two-decades ago. What is Soros' next move? Buying-up all the juke-boxes & video stores?
Dave, I also learned to swim at a young age, in my case it was Newport Beach in the late 60s. I don't recall seeing many colored folks at the beach. Of course, we lived in Orange County so there weren't a lot of them around in those days.
I was in the Navy in the 1980's. In boot camp there was a swimming test. "We're going to form two groups. People that can swim over to my right. Blacks to my left." That's not how it was phrased, but that was how it washed out.
I went through that a Great Lakes. Soon after, while in ranks, one guy threw up. Than another guy. Then another. Vomit all over the grinder. So I thought to myself, "This is what it was like on the Titanic! Everybody puking!"
The Titanic orchestra became GG Allin.
That fucker had a miserable childhood! No wonder he was so weird.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GG_Allin
Let me guess, you met him backstage on the Jerry Springer Show.
I find a lot of music documentaries to be complete and utter crap, but I thoroughly enjoyed Hated. Worth remembering that when Allin sang his catchy number, "Kill the Police," it wasn't taken as an order by his fans. Unlike when the Young Turks did it, and got a load of cops killed.
LOL!!!!!
David, it should be "Nada más rápido" (informal command) or "Nade más rápido" (formal command).
"Nadar" is the infinitive form.
Otherwise, very funny!
Look out !!! Shaniqua Adiposa is gonna jump off the diving board, she displaced all the water resulting in a small tsunami.
LOL!!!!!
Take that, you UNTHUBSCRIBING massives, yearning for empty inboxes !!!
Damn right!
"Endless hot fries....on the other side of this mote, Dequan".
This better mouse-trap will fill up faster than Tri-State Crematory's pond in Noble, Georga!
LOL!!!! I love it!
When you're drowning your sorrows after your boat accident that drowned all your black friends, I prescribe a cocktail combination. The tiki drink, Drowing Sorrows, with the dark rum of a Dark & Stormy. I call it the Drowning Darky.
Brew 8 oz spiced coffee then chill.(1 stick cinnamon, 2 pods star anise, 2 whole cloves).
Shake with ice:
1 oz spiced coffee
2 oz dark rum
1 oz single malt scotch
½ oz fresh grapefruit juice
½ oz fresh lime juice
½ oz orgeat syrup
2 dashes Angostura bitters.
Serve with pearl ice in a highball or collins.
Garnish with fresh mint.
Bon voyage!
LOL! I'll have to try that!
Dave, you have a way with words. "They'll know the condition of his face when they find it." You're probably the only person that could make me laugh over a story about some poor kid getting his face shot off. Yeah, the little devil on my shoulder definitely won that one.
About swimming. I can't imagine not being able to swim and I'm almost always shocked when someone tells me that they can't swim. My mom used to say that I was a water baby, and I was swimming at the age of two. We were lucky enough to have a pool and our neighborhood had a small lake. We were always in the water. You want to do some serious laps, go swimming in an old quarry. Hell of a workout.
I would say that you were wise to exercise caution in 2011. Remember, personal experience here, floaters are NOT pleasant. And mine did not cross the Pacific, it was in the water for only 2 days.
Isn't it true, though? Like, swimming is so natural to me, I can't imagine anyone not being able to do it. Never done it in an old quarry, though! Sounds fun. I have swum with dolphins. And one time an otter (not by design; he just randomly came up to me in the water. They're curious little guys, but you don't wanna get nipped!).
Speaking of Nips, yep, I did NOT want to encounter a floater! They had us SO scared that our beaches would be inundated with corpses, I kept seeing myself coming face-to-face with a bloated Yamahito and I decided to skip that summer.
Lifetime swimmer here too! I grew up swimming in the Hudson (before Pete Seeger and RFK jr cleaned it up!) and my grandfather grew up swimming in the East River off Manhattan- that is still pretty dirty, but was way worse back in the early 1900's (BTW-he lived to 86 w/ all of his teeth!!!) I haven't done the dolphin swimming-yet , but have swum w/ the sea turtles in Hawaii and w/ beavers (for real!) here in NYS, and once while swimming across a lake, my hubby and I crossed paths w/ a squirrel (!) who was swimming across the other way! Really hard to imagine not being able to jump in and cool off, or save your ass if the gang way collapses. I've been to Sapelo Is. BTW. Pretty interesting site and beautiful area. Plenty of nice swimming for those so inclined!!!
Kate, mad respect for surviving the Hudson.
Quarry swimming is great, but it's also frowned upon by the authorities. Something about it being dangerous. Cops were always chasing us out. I did the dolphin encounter down in the Keys once. That's not so much swimming as it is a few minutes of playing with them. I did have a chance encounter while snorkeling in the Caribbean, a huge manta ray decided to join me. Scared the hell out of me at first, it was right below me and I could not believe how big this thing was. But it stayed with me for several minutes, I would turn one way, it would stay with me. Almost 30 years since that happened and I'm still amazed by the experience.
Speaking of Nips? Lol, you're too much.
That was a theme in Breaking Away, they hung around that quarry and swam during the summer and the company that owned the place it was filmed ultimately filled it in as too many people were imitating the movie and drowning there. You can see the place on Google Earth south of Bloomington IN.
Remember the movie. Didn't know about the filled in quarry. Will have to check it out.
A few weeks ago, a video made the rounds on Telegram- picture the corner of a lake, i.e. land on two sides, never more than 15 feet away in either direction. There's a bunch of floating driftwood, covering the entire surface, including a giant log, maybe 24 inches in diameter, and 2-3 foot long. Black guy jumps in, "swims" over to the giant FLOATING log, and grabs it. Sounds simple enough, right? Well, his "swimming" doesn't include any leg movements, so he panics, let's go of the floating fucking log, and commences to thrash about, just like a black guy that can't swim.
Then, his white male friend jumps in to save him. This is all being filmed by some black onlookers on the opposing corner of the shore. They yell something like "he's gonna pull you under", and sure enough, the black guy, in his panicked, unable to tread water state, of course, tries to use his buddy as a life buoy, and pushes him under.
Then, after about 45 seconds, they both slip under the water, and fucking drown!
It's the kind of thing we've all heard about many times, but it's the first time I actually got to see it happen.
Never more than 10 feet from the shore, and with a floating fucking log nearby.
Simply amazing!
In all my years of scuba diving, I've never had a black person on any guided expedition with me, though I never thought much about it. Honestly, I'm certain I could still surface without air from 60 feet below the surface, and obviously, to get my certification, I had to do it from 30 feet.
Perhaps we should require a swimming test for citizenship?
Never did try scuba, my love of the water seems to extend to the surface and just below. 60 feet. Doesn't sound like that much. Until you're 60 feet below with no air. Then I'm guessing it sounds like a whole lot. No thanks.
You work your way down to that depth after acclimating to being underwater and breathing through the mouthpiece. It is straightforward to get accustomed to it in a few minutes.
I wouldn't say I like to go any deeper with my 60+ year old lungs and risk overexpansion injuries. Flying in a chopper is much more fun. I recommend the choppers in Hawaii! They tend to fly the route from Honolulu Airport over Pearl Harbor and Wheeler Army Airfield, then to the pass the Japs took in their sneaky little attack.
There's a copter pilot I got to know in Vegas during my "party animal" years and he'd fly me and the abysmal Rosie to the Grand Canyon for lunch any time we wanted. I LOVED, LOVED the copter. We'd do Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, and we'd fly over the Strip at sunset. And he'd always bring champagne (for us, not him).
Rosie might have made me drink as well.
But damn, she was pretty - whaddya gonna do?
The "aesthetically pleasing" aspect of it is part of what kept me around for 5 years.
I really don't know what the deal is with American blacks and swimming. When the lil woman and I went on a cruise to Panama, the darkies down there were divin' in the local swimming hole and in the deep end of the pool like nobody's business. When we got off the ship (port of Colón) I was advised by the security guard - in an accent reminiscent of Speedy Gonzalez - NOT to walk through their black neighborhood and into town. "Eet ees beddy dangerous señor! No go there." So black neighborhoods are a no go zone in Panama too. My colleague, the blackest guy I know, raised a son to be a championship swimmer - the exception that proves the rule. But when most blacks are in the vicinity of a pool, their first instinct is to start a fight or some kind of drama, or just fuck with the honkeys for the hell of it. That's always good for a laugh. I learned to swim in the first grade in the YMCA in downtown Chicago. After we settled in Atlanta my dad enrolled us in the local community pool/tennis club and I spent several summers riding my bike up to the pool and literally spending all day there, with only a hot dog from the refreshments to tide me over. Sharks and minnows, fish, and later, I got interested in teen girls in bikinis. Good times. 😁😁
Indeed, there are many good reasons to swim!
There's also, and I swear I'm not making this up, the hair issue for Black women. I had a very good friend when I lived in LA who was like, "You white bitches are always splashin' around in the pool!" She would never go into the water at a pool party. It would either fuck up her hair, or she had a wig on.
ETA I think American Blacks not being able to swim is about them basically being slightly darker rednecks. They're afraid of the water so they don't learn to swim, they don't realize that learning to swim & tread water properly can actually save your life. So they have this fear, but then someone talks them into the water, something happens then they panic and drown. They think ignorance will protect them but it actually makes them less safe.
I once saw that in action, with a high school friend who was with me at the beach, got knocked over by a wave that was at most three feet, then panicked. Almost drowned in three feet of water because of the panic.
There was a very sad news story about an entire family of blacks who drowned in the Ohio river in the Cincinnati area. For those who don’t know, the Ohio is a major tributary to the Mississippi and has lots of barge traffic. In other words it runs fast and deep only a few feet from shore. Even strong swimmers can drown.
Swimming is one of the easiest and cheapest survival skills to learn. No country clubs needed.
Oh, well.
Great article David, as a Newfie (Newfoundland born and bred through and through) we all learn to swim at a young age. So I simply can’t relate to NOT swimming! I love the water. I really do! I miss the ocean so much. We tend to swim in fresh water reserves simply because the northern Atlantic Ocean is REAAAAAALLY cold. All year round icebergs, so, I’m not ashamed to admit, it’s a bit too cold for me. Still miss the smell of the water though, and those wonderful fresh water ponds we do swim in.
Yeah, when I briefly lived in Vancouver, I loved the fresh air but the water was colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra. Here in Southern Cal, the further south you go, the warmer the water. Malibu? Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Santa Monica? Decent. Manhattan/Hermosa/Redondo? Pleasant. San Diego? Jackpot!
I jumped in the water at Santa Monica one time and I was shocked at how cold it was!
It hurt for a few minutes til I adapted!
The ocean down in Galveston is much warmer - same as South Beach. Damn, I miss the days the girls there were topless and wearing thongs - heaven on earth! (1990's)
Hawaiian girls in thongs almost make up for it on Waikiki! I was paddle boarding 2 years ago, horizontally to the old army base Ft. Derussy when 6 thin teens (legal age I assure you) went paddling by in their thongs going out to deeper water, and I lost my balance and fell into the water while staring. I think my wife figured it out but didn't say anything - but I took the family to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse that night just to be safe.
The point is that I, too, cannot understand how you can be a kid and not swim!
P.S. Eggs and Things at 339 Saratoga Road in Honolulu ain't worth it!
All hype, long lines, average food.
Exactly!! I have gone swimming near Diablo Canyon Nuke plant because the water temp was something like 4 degrees warmer, but that makes a difference!!
I imagine it would - good solution!
Nothing feeds the fish better than a Haitian ferry. Only Lizzo got no worries. She got buoyancy.
She got so much buoyancy shove an umbrella up her ass and you could sail the USS Lizzo from Cuba.
Ha! Loved that!
LOL!!!!
Dave, you are quite the enigma. You willingly immersed yourself in raw sewage, yet it is your mandatory practice that the toilet must never be flushed with the lid open . . .
As I've said before, I adapt to my surroundings. When Porn Girl and her brother were here, I adapted to them running around tracking shit everywhere. Now I'm alone and I've adapted to having full control of my environment. When I lived by the beach, I adapted to that lifestyle. You can't define me linearly; you're thinking in B-movie writer terms (one-note characters). I'm a bit more three-dimensional.
3D? You are multi dimensional, 6D at least. If Rod Serling was still around, he could do the intro for your autobiographical film.
One of the reasons there are so few black naval aviators might be the dunker test, which teaches you how to escape from a ditched plane or helo. A crane drops this thing called a METS (Modular Egress Training Simulator) into a pool of water. You are strapped into it in all your gear. It sinks and the first time you have to unbuckle and get out the nearest escape hatch and swim to the surface within a specified time. The next time you have to get out a specific escape hatch not near you that is also being exited by others rushing to get out. Try to avoid being kicked in the face. The third time the dunker rotates upside down and you do it hanging from your straps. The fourth time you do it upright but with a blackout helmet so you can't see anything, and the fifth time you do that upside down and blind.
It seems that black candidates have the most difficulty with this part of training and are the most likely to panic.
I don't think there is any physical reason why they couldn't pass this test as well as anyone. I think it is a psychological problem, like some people being afraid of heights. But then they say fear of heights is a genetically determined condition....
As a data point, last year the Navy had 1,124 aviators. Fifteen were black.
That's really interesting. The Mohawk used to be known as great steel workers in NYC. Supposedly they had stuff built on the reservations (in Upstate NY and near Montreal in QC) for the kids to play on, so kids would get used to heights.
I wonder if it's cultural, genetic, or a mix.
They were also werewolves
A lot of the construction workers in Chicago were Indian; I had a girlfriend whose father wound up in Chicago after leaving the rez, I assume he was in that field.
Good thing Joe's Uncle Bosie got that training to survive his plane crash, although swimming to the island of cannibals was poor judgement.
* Soros is living in a time before television, that is how out-of-touch with reality he is. The internet replaced radio about two-decades ago. What is Soros' next move? Buying-up all the juke-boxes & video stores?
LOL!!!!!!!
Soros is going to get PSAs read on college radio at 3 in the morning.
Hi Dave! I think I am going to always refer to Soros as "The Hebraic Bond villain" from here on out.
Is it a coincidence that the one Beach Party movie James Brown was in was nowhere near a beach?: https://youtu.be/7_xBT_xavzM?si=PrTmcHCkUYRipSlW
It was in his contract: NO WATER!
As opposed to Little Richard (the man was a pioneer in more ways than one): https://youtu.be/CfRBczxmFec?si=6C4QobtWENJt9ByM
Yeah...but the only shot with water visible only shows Richard from the back. Stunt double?
Maybe it's Ed Wood's chiropractor in blackface.
LOL!!!!
Damn, but that clip is midriff rich! LOL
There's a good MST3k on Catalina Caper if I remember correctly
Indeed!
Yeah, that's where I first saw it
Flat, tanned, tummies and nice hips. Thanks for posting.
...and the girls don't look bad either! (rimshot)
Dave, I also learned to swim at a young age, in my case it was Newport Beach in the late 60s. I don't recall seeing many colored folks at the beach. Of course, we lived in Orange County so there weren't a lot of them around in those days.
Dave, I tried not to find the Sapelo incident funny but could not escape the voice in my head that said "You only foolin' yo'seff, m***ah f***ah!"
LOL!!!!