Since 9/11, the U.S. government may or may not have been or currently may be water boarding terrorists. I think everyone is entitled to their own opinions and I won’t debate the merits of somewhat questionable interrogation techniques here in this blog, but what I will say is that if the U.S. government really wants to kick it up a notch, they ought to try wake boarding those terrorist sons-o-bitches instead.

Now I have never been water boarded, although my dinghy once tried to drown me, so I figure that’s kinda close. I can say, however, that I have in fact been wake boarded. Recently.

Today’s picture is photo proof of the torture we faced from none other than my volleyball partner and part-time “hippa-crita-terrorizer” ( George Bush Reference) Adam.

Apparently Adam had a couple of charter guests who actually knew how to operate a skiff and so somehow he talked them into dragging his hippy-hair ass around the anchorage where Dream Catcher sat peacefully alone.

Man, at times like this, I couldn’t tell you what I wouldn’t give for a short range, shoulder fired, heat tracking ground to hippy missile. Adam has no idea how lucky he is.

More to follow, end of line…