Live Life.

I started this blog a year ago.   The June 2017 Posts were all experimental and were deleted.

I’m going to go on a much needed hiatus.

I can write all I need to in my notebooks, when the urge strikes and until I’m ready to fire this thing back up.

It’s always here when I want to get a point across…

As for now, there are far more important things in life to deal with then the usual cast of characters  that seem to fill these pages.

Back soon…

Go live your life…

CKJ 6/7/18



A True Debt of Gratitude…

Every OVSD voter owes a huge debt of gratitude to 47th district Republican Congressional candidate, David Clifford. clifford

Clifford lost his primary race against carpetbagging John F. Briscoe, who pulled every ratty campaign sign he ever paid for out of his storage facility and plastered them all over a Congressional District he dosent even live in.

Clifford and I shared a good laugh, as it appeared as though some of Briscoes campaign signs had been fabricated in the Vietnam war era, and were dirty and bent to shit.

Unfortunately, many uniformed voters cast their votes for the guy with the most signs or glossiest mailers…

If any of these “Low Information” voters had bothered to investigate Briscoe, they would have arrived at the same opinion as me….that this man is an unqualified loon, unfit for ANY office, let alone a Congressional one.

Clifford did fantastic in his rookie outing, garnering the endorsements of both the LA and OC County GOP…the same ones that avoided Briscoe like that smelly bum that sits down next to you on a bus, causing you to get up and move to avoid his insane ramblings and noticeable stench.

The utter irony in all this?

Although we lost an opportunity to field a solid candidate against Lowenthal in the 47th, we gained something good in the process.

Since Briscoe is now running in the Congressional General Election, he cannot run for OVSD again.

That seat will now open up for a true conservative.

And Briscoe will he embarrassingly trounced by Lowenthal come November.

Which means….Briscoe is finished politically.

As he should be.

This man isn’t qualified to run for dog catcher, let alone congress.

Clifford, on the other hand,has a bright future in the coming years,as he learns the ropes and continues to garner support for his next run.

To the Republicans in the 47th, I don’t say you need to vote for Lowenthal. When you hit that spot on your ballot, just keep going, and leave it blank.

Don’t reward Briscoe with even one vote.

Push him out the political door forever, where he belongs.

And to anybody that endorses Briscoe in this race, I have a long memory. To endorse this asshat simply because he is the “Republican” in the race, I not much different than endorsing Alfred E. Newman because their is an R next to his name.

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Consider this fair warning.

The one that started it all… The Cult of Personality.

Reprinted by request.

“A personality cult or cult of personality is a system in which a leader is able to control a group of people through the sheer force of his or her personality and is often portrayed as a god-like figure.

Where the personality cult is about a head of state, criticism of that person is generally prohibited, and state-sponsored media are employed to ensure that the masses are given a consistent picture of the person’s perfection.”

Personality cults can operate on a National level…

Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Ho Chi Minh, Kim Jong IL / UN, Gaddafi, Castro, Hugo Chavez, …

all examples of Nationalistic personality cults.

( Funny how the biggest personality cults are all socialist…)

They can exist at many other levels.

Celebrity worship.


Religious cults featuring leaders with Charismatic personalities….

Operating on the local level,the Infamous Manson Family.


Cults are all about control. Control of Image.

Control of thought, word and deed.

Manson was able to control the thoughts and actions of his followers to such an extent that they were willing to murder for him and their cause….

” Helter Skelter”

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Manson still has not been placed at the scene of any of the crimes committed by his followers. Nevertheless, It is widely apparent that Manson directed his followers and approved of their actions, resulting in a conviction for the murders of nine people. Speculation exists that there are many more victims.

Recent events lead me to believe that the possibility exists of another local cult right here in Huntington Beach.

One that is centered around a liberal school board member who ruthlessly controls her image through attempting to crush dissent, eliminate the opinions of critics, conducting proxy character assassination and directing her followers to remove any negative opinions from Social Media sites.

In a scene eerily reminiscent of Manson and of other Personality Cults, the following phrase:

” Where the personality cult is about a head of state, criticism of that person is generally prohibited, and statesponsored media are employed to ensure that the masses are given a consistent picture of the person’s perfection.”

Can simply be restated as follows when applied to what appears to be a Personality Cult right here in Huntington Beach…

“Where the personality cult is about a public official, criticism of that person is generally prohibited, and social media are employed to ensure that the masses are given a consistent picture of the person’s perfection.”

This dangerous cult is the Cult of Gina Tarvin, better known as …

Tarvin Family

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Tarvins ruthless, relentless campaign to stamp out and obliterate any mention of criticism of her and her policies has been nothing short of epic in its breath and reach.

Like Manson, Gina thrives on plausible deniability.

She apparently employed a third party hit man, Pat Mahoney to publish hit pieces and political blackmail on his “Garbiginati ‘ site, cheered on by her acolytes and minions.


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Like Manson, she has her minions do her bidding and makes sure she keeps her hands clean but its apparent where the “Talking Points” come from.

Tarvin never once spoke out against the character assassination and veiled blackmail threats Mahoney served up on a regular basis… no doubt relishing the secret extension of her propaganda mill… like Goebbels and Leni Riefenstahl in WW2 Germany.

Many jumped on board, like “beefsteak” Sturmabtielung Brownshirts, Oak View comUNIDAD.

There are many hangers on and fringe members of the Tarvin Family.

Find below the die hards.

The true believers….

The Core of the Cult of Gina…


The Tarvin Family

Left to right… Row 1…

Gina Clayton Tarvin

Scheming, working the political landscape and playing the victim card since 2015. Her true MO became apparent when several taxpayers – citizens asked legitimate reasonable questions. Her reply?… silence and avoidance. Silence except for cries to the HBPD that she and her child were unlawfully detained, harassed and threatened. None of which was remotely true. Lies – deceit – avoidance. All while doing whatever she had to in order to try to discredit and destroy those that dare ask a question. She is what is wrong with unions and politicians. She misled the community over asbestos abatement – the case against rainbow – and the bond measure. Not to be trusted, she even denied saying things that were recorded and played back for her. Chronic, habitual, sociopathic liars never come clean.Her arrogance and disdain for the community can be seen on her face as she looks down and doodles during public comments at the OVSD Board meetings she chairs. Her hate for people who don’t drink her Kool-Aid is palpable. She has recruited, mentored and developed an activist and radical arm of the OVSD – Oak View comUNIDAD. You know the group. The ones who beat a Trump piñata at a public event. An event that ended in violence against Trump supporters. The group that trespassed on private property to put a spray painted sheet against a building – a business, saying #RESIST…. stay classy OVSD… The group that brings in outside agitators to the OVSD meetings who swear uncontrollably in front of children and threaten “all Europeans”. The group who wants district elections in our city despite wide spread resistance. The group that aligns with RESIST and ANTIFA elements. These people are the army of Tarvin. Beware Huntington Beach, she exists and wants to grow her power. If Jim Jones and David Koresh had a love child she would be it. She is the Succubus of the vapid and unloved minions of Orange County and some of the inland empire…. mostly the dregs and anarchists. You should see the video of the cretins she brings to board meetings. Her ability to gather minions and insist they follow her blindly (Even scolding people that they will “yield to me”) is scary enough. Her Satan spawn doing so for the sole intent and purpose of furthering her socialist pedigree and political climbing over the bodies of the district’s taxpayers is truly unnerving. Add a dash of her claim everything she does is “for the kids” and you invoke the visual of Linda Blair puking up green with her head spinning.

Victor Valladares

Every good Furehess needs a group of Brownshirts to do her bidding and a mouthpiece. Tarvin nurtured her relationship with Valladares, a budding Progressive political activist who owes his existence to Tarvin and OVSD, in addition to an apparently brain dead Erik Peterson, who appointed Valladares to a public commission. Valladares is the mouthpiece of Oak View comUNIDAD, an HB activist group dedicated to identifying and obtaining Government handouts and recognition for Oak View, a community largely comprised of illegal immigrants, whom comUNIDAD is sworn to protect, regardless of their criminal behavior. When not parading his children as props at events ( the same children he repeatedly fails to pay child support for in a timely manner…) Valladares can be found walking the streets of Oak View with a bullhorn, warning the illegal immigrants to the presence of ICE Officers as part of his “Barrio Defense Committee”.

Oscar Rodriguez

Every good mouthpiece needs a goofy sidekick.. a second banana. And Oscar Rodriguez never fails to rise to the pinnacle of goofy sidekick-ism. Wherever Victor Valladares can be found, his faithful lackey cant be too far behind, flying the expensive drone that constitutes the comUNIDAD Air Force. Like Himmler to the boss, Rodriguez can be found at all the same leftist rallies and temper tantrum meltdowns, offering the goofy take on things that only Oscar can provide.

Katheryn Clark

Every cult needs a love story and here we have it. Victor Valladares’ supposed main squeeze has reportedly ditched her family to run with the pack of dogs that does nothing but listen for Gina’s finely tuned attack whistle. Beware of this bloodthirsty soccer mom with venomous fangs.

Mary Urashima

Tokyo Rose had nothing on this co-conspirator Tarvinite, who hitched her Far East wagon to Tarvin in the hope it will help save a rundown parcel of weeds called “Historic” Wintersburg. She doesn’t own it, she has no rights over it, but like Tarvin, Urashima (her name is Adams, OK?) is fast to play victim after issuing her own brutal attacks. Her reputation around town as an arrogant bully led HBReads organizers to refer to her as a “terrorist.” A perfect wing woman for Tarvin. Any criticisms are instantly branded as “hate speech.”

John Briscoe

Probably the most two-faced politician in Huntington Beach, Briscoe plays the conservative, leading invocations and parading around in his scoutmaster uniform. But Briscoe got a taste of the Tarvin Kool Aid and decided he loved it and can now be found with his nose firmly lodged in Tarvins backside, endorsing Bonds, voting to appease the Unions and basically acting the sell-out to his “conservative” image. I find the Scoutmaster thing extra creepy, having lost a good friend to alcoholism, which I believe was the result of my friend being buggered by his Scoutmaster at age 12. Briscoe seems to be very fond of “Pizza Sticks” and considered it a newsworthy event when his colleagues elected to appease him and bring the tasty treats back to the deprived kids of OVSD.

Heather Dowland

She has a big mouth and an imposing figure to match it. A union bag lady / enforcer to carry out Tarvins many hits within the district. Dedicated and worshipful of her swarthy overlord, Dowland salivates over Tarvin’s orange-bone Cheeto necklace and dreams of adding digits to the collection.

Patrick Mahoney

Like a lot of her boys, Mahoney seems to have pledged a sort of undying devotion to Tarvin, fighting for her attention and feeling jealous when she overlooks him for Vern Pat Nelson, Gustavo Arellano or Victor Valladares. But he also works hardest for his obsession, creating web sites to try and destroy her detractors. Manic and maniacal, Patrick’s violent tendencies are said to scare Tarvin a bit but still, she will never cut him loose. She needs him and he likes that. Trivia: He leads the pack with 7 police reports filed against him for cyber-stalking.

Left to right… Row 2…

Nancy Duremdes

At a recent OVSD Board meeting, Tarvin flipped out when multiple constituents and others dared to offer opinions that she considered critical and not to her liking.. Her solution? Throw everybody out of the room so she could proceed without having to tolerate the “Riff Raff- Bourgeois” that didn’t care for her shenanigans. “Nasty Nancy” took advantage of the overflow outside on the patio to assault a Tarvin critic, snatching the phone out the individuals hand while slurring ” Film me Baby” in a comic moment captured forever on video. Speculation was rampant that Nancy had a bit too much to drink that night and beat a hasty retreat when the police were called to investigate, rather than Uber it home. Nancy is an obedient thug, carrying out the will of her fearless leader. If you see this bitch around, best put your phone in your pocket lest Nasty Nancy attempt to swipe it from you while wrenching off your fingers…

Paula ” Paula Jean” Lazicki

Paula can always be counted to chime in local social media Forums rabidly defending Tarvin and lashing out at those who disagree with her. A teacher, Lazicki can be counted on to parrot the Union narrative and praise the leader, describing her in glowing terms… Paula claims to be a resident in the district. Not that it matters but the evidence suggests otherwise, and if true,establishes her as yet another individual willing to lie for her Dear Leader

Naomi Anderson

Hollow-eyed and with a heart full of hate, this nonresident of HB is so slavishly devoted to her Queen Bitch master that she doesn’t even realize she herself will probably get hit with a defamation lawsuit. She’s the ultimate deadender with nothing to lose. She spews her volcanic, passionate love of Gina in such sickening waves that you also have to wonder if they shouldn’t simply grab a room together. Gina’s main trigger-woman for getting Facebook accounts deleted? The evidence seems to be there. Nasty. Wear protection around Naomi.

Mark Bixby

The “hall monitor from hell” as he is called is Tarvin’s “insider agitator,” a tech-savvy ideologue whose penchant for spying, lying and denying is matched only by his weaselly and whiny presentation. ” For all his “Tech- savvy”,”Super sleuth Bixby” apparently was unaware that most Webhosting accounts offer the ability to host unlimited sub domains and made the false accusation that Trustee Norm Westwell was the author of the now famous “” website after he claimed to find the ” Digital Fingerprint” of this absurd claim. Never one to miss an opportunity for heroic action, Bixby delights in filing case after case of stupid campaign finance violations, however incidental and insignificant, yet ignores those perpetrated by Tarvin. His Blog/FB Page this pretentious piece of drivel in the “about” section…. A light in the darkness. A sentinel scanning the horizon for opportunity and danger. A resolute steadfastness in the mission.”

Have you vomited yet? Sorry…

Barbie Iman

Iman has a whale of a time acting as minister of information for Tarvin behind her radical ComUNIDAD shield. Vulgar, vile and race-driven, she loves pushing the “white privilege” accusation agenda down city hall’s throat to help Tarvin’s barrio hoodwinking scheme.

Derek Ugland

When is not sucking on a bong, he’s sucking up to Tarvin. Foul-mouthed, jobless ( except for the substitute teaching gigs he got from the Tarvin Crony machine) and still living at home, he must be coming to grips with the fact that beer pong is not a career path. Yet ladies, you will be sad to know that Derek is engaged. Yep. Hes off the market. Word on the street is that mom ( who is profiled below) is stoked that she will no longer be responsible for her thirty something year old sons skid marks and looks forward to saving a bundle on Oxyclean. Can anyone say ” Failure to Launch”?

Hek Valdez

Known around town for his attempt to win a City Council seat with his knockoff of the lame Obama Hope poster and his mediocre tattoos, in addition to running things over at Huntington Beach Community Voice, a pathetic shadow of Huntington Beach Community Forum. HBCV is a Non-stop pimp job of Johnny Nosich’s mediocre pizza, Hek’s crappy tats and a motley collection of outcasts that flail in liberal spasm as they rage against the conservative people that would deny them the right …. to always be right. We have seen it time and time again. When any critical word about Tarvin is uttered on THE VOICE, it is quickly removed and the group member is often banned for even thinking negative thoughts about her. Hek is her social media bitch, always ready to delete when she gives the word on this forum. It’s a fraud. This is where critical voices are eliminated, not celebrated. Doubt me? Just try it and see what happens.”

Monica Mora

If Tarvin herself has a puppet master, this may just be her. Look up “union thug” in the dictionary and odds are you will see her mug, and just because Mora is so invisible, don’t think for a minute she is not part of the cult. According to some she helped mastermind much of the asbestos scheme in the OVSD, which is where she and Tarvin supposedly got tight. Regardless, she no doubt loves watching her “disciple” climb the ranks as one of the OC’s most diabolical politicians in modern memory.

Left to right… Row 3…

Vern Pat Nelson

He is her private media mouthpiece. How many “blind items” would he post for her without ever asking a follow-up question or challenging her corrupt behavior? Just so her lies would have a platform. With a schoolboy crush and a slobbering need to please his master, this sniveling leftist hypocrite doesn’t just lick her boots, he chews them down to the skin.

Janice Ugland

The aging Morticia of the progressive Addams Family of Huntington Beach, only sad and pathetic, not funny. Janice is a shrinky dink version of a 60s hippy activist who understands politics as little as she does hygiene. With her equally progressive husband, Janice has raised at least one if not two clones to carry on the family tradition of liberal goddess worship. Janice would have worn a Tarvin bumper sticker on her mom jeans or Mu Mu during the recent OVSD Trustee campaign if she could have figured out where to put it. Congrats to Janice & Tom on Derek’s Engagement. Looks like Derek will have to put away his participation trophies to make room for his new brides things at the Ugland house.

Jennifer Brannon

Married to the lead singer of Jodie Fosters Army ( who have the coolest HB guitarist in Don “Redondo” Pendleton), Brannon should know a thing or two about the Hero Worship of John Hinckley…A friend of Gina, big supporter of ComUNIDAD, and die-hard liberal activist, Brannon can be commonly found defending her leader at OVSD meetings, participating in the secret Indivisible OC 48 Facebook group, or on Main Street HB protesting the issue of the day.

Patricia Singer

Gina’s slate mate in the recent OVSD elections, Singer was rejected by the conservative voters of the district in favor of Norm Westwell. ( a wise choice. The dynamic between Westwell and Tarvin is epic.) It dosent take a genius to see through the false veneer of a plant candidate with no Conservative cred whatsoever. The simple fact that she hooked her cart to Gina’s mule was evidence enough that this phony Republican ( Endorsed by the morons over at the HBRA over true conservative Westwell and fiscal conservative Kathryn Gonzalez) was a plant. After showing up at numerous Democrat party and comUNIDAD events, it is apparent that if Singer decides to run again, she should be exposed as the potential Tarvin accomplice that she really is. Steer clear of this fraud.

Carol Hansen.

She makes about a quarter million dollars a year but those tax dollars have bought nothing but an expensive set of puppet strings. That “electrified” look in her eyes along with the vapid smile have become the trademark of Tarvin’s truest partner in crime. Her dedication to the school district dark side stretches back years and makes her the perfect Presidential Puppet. Tarvin says “jump,” she smiles widely and says “How high?”

Gustavo Arellano

” The Mexican” ( his words not mine…) is an ally of Valladares who worked as an intern for Arelllanos fish wrapper, The OC Weekly.. and a huge Tarvin fan.When he wasn’t busy changing the urinal cakes over at the OC Weekly offices, Valladares and Arellano were the proud publishers of Brown Pride Racist screed served up with a side of half naked chicks, weed shops and sexual fetish advice columns, all on display for any 11 year old kid to grab at the donut shop. ” Hey mom, whats a buttplug?” .

Traci Moore

Convicted drug addict and obedient lap dog for Tarvin. Their relationship is similar to Dr Frankenstein and Igor. The only difference is that Igor knew how to keep his mouth shut. Traci admits to receiving private information of an OVSD parent, resulting in a potential FERPA violation by Tarvin. According to Traci, ” She doesn’t always text from the Dias.”

David Singer
Singer is a loyal Union lapdog teacher who also takes part in trying to get people banned from Facebook for writing anything that goes against the Ovsd agenda. Squirrelly, pious and devoted to Tarvin, this pseudo-hipster douche bag, based on several of his Facebook posts, is also one of her closest insiders.

There you have it. The core personnel in the Tarvin cult. Manson had his hangers on.. Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys was infamous for his association with the Manson Family.

Like the Manson Family, The Tarvin family also has its cast of fringe members, hangers on and wanna bes.

They will be profiled shortly.

Feel free to leave your comments, rebuttals and rants in the comments section.


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The Pool. A tale of suburban nirvana.

The saga of ” The Pool” began innocently enough, while attending Mass with my wife and children.

It ended two years short years later, as I sent a large pile of vinyl, metal & plastic to the landfill. A massive pile, that will remain for thousands of years.

For a brief period in between, I achieved suburban backyard nirvana.

This is the story of “The Pool”.


“Some brief announcements.
This Saturday, is the first Saturday of the month. Please join us by attending the 8:00 a.m. Mass, followed by a Holy Hour of praying the Rosary, meditation, prayers and songs in honor of Our Lady of Fatima.”

“It will begin right after the first Saturday Devotion. Please come and show your love and honor to our Holy Mother. Everyone is welcome.”

“And finally, if there is a parish family that is interested in an above ground pool, complete with filtration and accessories, please see Monsignor Perez after mass.”

“Missa est. Deo Gratias.”

I could feel the eyes of my wife and children burning laser hot on my skin.


“But Dad…..”

“No Pool.” ( Interior voice… No fucking way!)

“Pu h-leese? It’s free dad!”

“No.” ( Interior voice…Absolutely, no fucking way!)

As with most things, I lost the battle after massive guilt tripping by my wife and kids…”How could you turn down a “Free” pool? “Puhlessseeeeeeee dad?”

So off to Anaheim we went the following day, to inspect and begin the process of disassembly of what would be know only as “the (*fucking) Pool”. (* Only expressed internally…)

It took me 2 full days to drain and dismantle this behemoth … a 15 x 20 above ground pool, complete with a giant sand filter and monster pump, a ladder and all the accessories…net. pole, test kit…etc. 8,000 gallons of pure suburban nirvana.

The components of the pool were transported back to my home, in multiple trips to Anaheim, in the back of a mini van, and deposited on the side of my house to await reconstruction.

And wait, it did.

I was in no hurry to put this thing in…

The pressure began to mount sometime in late spring, with the realization that the weather would be warming and the pool would be nice to swim in during the summer.

“Dad…when are you going to build the pool?”, became a daily mantra from my kids and my wife.

Sometime in May, I did the research required to figure out how to erect this thing, and found out that it was a major mechanical engineering challenge.

Somehow, I failed to realize that I was dealing with 8,000 gallons… fully 64,000 lbs of water. Water that would potentially come pouring into my house with no warning, if I somehow fucked up the reconstruction.

Of course, I ignored the requirements to pull a permit from the City to erect such a structure. As far as I was concerned, it was merely a tax on my backyard nirvana.

The realization soon set in that I would be unable to install the side supports on one side ( The ones that held back those thousands of gallons of water…) without blowing a 10′ x 10′ hole in my patio. So I did.

I spent another day smoothing and screeding the soil, removing every last rock and dealing with the worlds largest nest of Jerusalem crickets, other wise known as “Potato bugs”. At one point I had no less than 40 of these disgusting creatures squirming in a 5 gallon bucket.


I then set about reassembling the pool from memory and a handy guide I downloaded from the manufacturer. After a full day of reconstruction and set up, The pool was now ready to be filled with water. I put a garden hose in it, turned it up full blast and went to bed.

I was overjoyed to find the pool full the next morning. I was NOT overjoyed… to see that it was leaking. Apparently in many places.

So I drained it. That took another day. I looked at the entire surface of the liner… every square inch… and patched what must have been the culprit holes. I then tossed the hose back in and began filling it up again. In the middle of a drought.

Once full again, it was apparent that I had missed a few holes. Donning swim fins, a scuba mask and snorkel, I dove down with a bottle of blue food coloring and shot it towards the suspect areas. The food coloring soon found its way to the remaining holes, which I patched with some “Underwater ” patches.

I was beginning to feel like Mike Nelson from Sea Hunt.


Once the pool was patched, of course, my children demanded to swim in it immediately. I had to tell them no, because the filtration system was still not hooked up and the water chemistry was not right. They walked back in the house dejected and scowling, carrying their towels and impromptu pool toys.


I set about setting up the sand filter. I filled it with sand , hooked up the pump and let it rip. Within minutes, my clean pool was filled with a fine layer of sand that was ejected from the jet right back into the pool. Fail.

I then learned how to reverse the filter and suck up all the sand.

Until I noticed a leak in the sand filter.

I shut down the sand filter and disassembled it. I noticed a small crack in one of the fittings and decided to Mcgyver the repair with two part epoxy.

” Can we go in the pool now?” “Can we”?

“No”. Its not ready”. More dejected looks and much grumbling.

After waiting a couple hours fro he epoxy to set, I fired it all up again and….

Houston, we have a pool! Albeit, an above ground pool… a symbol of wanna be neer’ do wells everywhere!… but… a pool it was.

I checked the chemistry of the pool, loaded it up with the proscribed amount of chlorine, and told the kids to wait a few hours, lest they die of poison gas attack.

At approx 5 in the afternoon on an early June weekend… our backyard Nirvana was finally achieved. All three kids jumped in, along with assorted boogie boards, surfboards, noodles, balls, goggles and swim fins, cats and dogs.

The fun continued long into the evening.

I then began my career as a chemistry major, monitoring the PH, alkalinity, chlorine levels etc. and running off to Home Depot constantly to buy PH Up, PH down, test kits , chlorine, muriatic acid …all I was missing was the lab coat.

In early July, there was a random late afternoon thundershower. I thought nothing of it until I woke the next day to find the pool a bright shade of green. I then spent the next two weeks trying unsuccessfully to restore my pool to its former pristine glory. After much effort, the pool was finally back in stasis for approximately 2 weeks before I could not keep it properly chlorinated and had to then kick everybody out again for a few days.

Near the end of Summer, the pinnacle of suburban backyard nirvana was achieved as I grilled hamburgers in the backyard while my kids played in the pool.

Summer was quickly followed by fall,and the pool was deemed to cold to swim in.

I decided to drain it and ride out the winter.


With the vinyl liner exposed to the elements, it became brittle. It began to tear in key points, and I realized that I was now on the hook for a new 400 dollar liner if the pool was to be put back into service for the next summer.

The pool then became a collection point for rainwater and a breeding ground for mosquitoes, despite my efforts to drain it.

Orange County Vector Control flew a drone over my home and sent me stern warning to get my shit together… “Or else”… or something like that.

With the decision to renovate our home made, It was decided that he pool would have to go. It took up most of the backyard and was actually a pain in the ass. Once we began prepping for the remodel, a 20 foot blue Rainbow roll-off became the final resting place for the pool. It took Sawzalls, wrenches, hammers, utility knives and shovels half the time to dismantle the pool than it did for me to carefully assemble it the summer before.

I dragged it piece by piece into the dumpster and bid a good riddance, as the pool disappeared down the street, on the back of a disposal Roll Off Hauler…


It now resides in a landfill, somewhere.

I know not where. But thousands of years from now, archeologists will stumble across it and will never know the fun we had as we achieved suburban nirvana for that one summer.

A representaive from OC Vector control stopped by yesterday, no doubt to cite me for my mosquito factory. One of my contractors showed him to the backyard, where he saw the large U shaped break in my patio and remarked… ” It’s Gone”.

Yep. It’s gone. Sometimes free… isn’t quite so free. Beware of Priests with Pools.

Don't take me for granted…

Carrying some massive confidence into MY WAR… some have cautioned about being too cocky and told me to be prepared for possible twists of fate. Are you kidding me? This one is in the bag. But …I am 56 years old and have learned that you dont take anything for granted…

My War.

On D-Day, June 6th 1944, thousands of brave allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy to begin the process of ending the tyranny and 5 year murder spree of a madman.

Many brave and scared young men died in a hail of bullets and artillery fire from ammunition and bunkers built by slaves and Jews condemned to a sinister fate. God rest all of their souls. Job well done boys. I can’t wrap my head around the sheer bravery and balls it must have taken to push forward once the door to landing craft crashed down into the water and and withering fire ensued..

May 9th, 2018 is D-Day in My War. A war against an unqualified tyrant that occupies local office. One that has schemed and plotted, and left a massive wake of devastation and division in the process of attempting to climb the political ladder. One that is a pathological liar that believes she is beyond reproach and criticism for her actions and words.

Im walking point in this mission.

I am surrounded by an army of people that have pushed me forward…and given me the strength, courage and resolve to forge on in the face of evil. I won’t name names. You know who you are. A deep…deep, heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you. I am ever grateful for your support and always will be.

My attorney may not like to see this post. Frankly, I don’t really care. I possess a level of confidence and a commitment to justice that will only help me in this battle. No one can take that away. No one.

The stage is set. The offensive hardware is nearly in position. The guns have been cleaned, checked and sighted. The battle plan is still in the final stages of preparation, but is garunteed to create an overwhelming victory.

The aftermath of the opening salvo will no doubt result in on ongoing meatgrinder of continued opposition from the enemy. We are prepared for the long haul. The supply lines run deep.

The final victory will be bittersweet.

In the end, we will emerge, dirty, unshaven, tired and exhausted. But will will celebrate our shared struggles and savor the results.

On May 9th ,when I give the final order to commence firing , I will rain down hell on earth. And I won’t stop until we blow up the monuments to Ego and Lies that we have been fighting for a while now.

Hunker down boys…Synchronize your watches. The clock is ticking…

Welcome to My War.

Goin' Surfin…

So my 13 year old son has decided he wants to learn to surf. I don’t think anybody can even comprehend how much joy that brought me…. something I’ve thought about and dreamed of for years.

The opportunity to help him progress quickly…to help him avoid all of the same mistakes I made. The opportunity to teach him about design elements of surfboard construction. The opportunity to teach him about the impact on waves, from tides, swell direction, bottom contours and all the rest…

The chance to go on some road trips to different places north and south..The chance to teach him about the history and legacy he inherits from all of the HB surfing greats that have gone before him.


The opportunity to teach him proper wave etiquette…the chance to travel with him to some faraway destinations and experience that….the chance to explain the finer points of style so he doesn’t become some spastic kook flailing around and learns to incorporate some elements of style and grace into his surfing…

I get to watch his upper body grow strong from endless paddling. I get to watch him begin pushing his boundaries and taking off on larger and larger waves…I get to be there when he finally works up the physical endurance, ability and confidence to push over the ledge and drop into a massive bomb that may hurt or kill him…

And if I’m still up to it by the time he is ready….I get to drop in on him and stuff him deep in the barrel while I laugh my ass off…that… will be FANTASTIC!

And perhaps even be there to pull his unconscious ass up onto his board and force all the water out of his lungs and revive him. after a massive beatdown in some waves of consequence .

After that, I will do what my old man used to do to me…just tell him…”Your OK…get back out there …don’t be a pussy! ..LOL

I think I’m most looking forward to an early Autumn day in the near future when we can score an evening glass off session with the sun slowly sinking….just sitting on our boards talking bullshit while waiting for a set, while a pod of dolphins cruises by 10 feet away…

Welcome to surfing son. May it bring you every bit of joy and learning experience it has offered me. You take your place in a long history of HB boys who decided they wanted to turn the ocean into their personal playground.

You are going drag the old man out of retirement and help me to help myself in ways you will never know.

I’ve been waiting for you kid…lets do some summer dawn patrols before I go to work this summer…

Overjoyed? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s an understatement…