surfing journalism – where is the truth?
< – ~ This is Amatore Abbanziorini. The Italian Icon, yo.
AA, as he is known, has Grande Machismo – even when when he’s about to lose his underdacks because some chump has over-revved the wind machine. What’s an hombre got to do here, halfway through a shoot and nobody knows how to regulate a power-governor .. cazzo cretinos
The look we are striving for here is an improvement on the brown-eye a lot of surfers give passing traffic when they change by the side of the road, that is so passé.
The next time we see a size fifteen double-cheek trying to squeeze his big bare arse into a size eight slimline Billabong Revolution in the Dee Why carpark he’ll cop a copy of The Resurgence Manifesto across the back of his head and 35,000 volts up the khyber* courtesy of Mr. Taser.
So here’s Amatore ^ (check) fresh out of his street gear, out of the Fiat and heading across the road to sort out the sluggos and wetsuit. Doin’ the walk. Also note Il Tricolere artfully placed, you cannot deny tradition. Fascism was and will always be the Italian way, that and Bunga Bunga – just queue those babes up amico.
Billabong are the first aboard this train and what better way is there to subdue and monopolise the market than get a little politically sensitive and have the other corporations branded as traitors and thrown into the dungeons.
Then we can all go sailing south with Butterballs Berlusconi, power has its rewards. Those black Libyan babes look hot hey bro do they not. Somebody rope ’em up on board, save them the swim.
So note the date, 17 March 1861 / 2011 – The Resurgence. Up ^ there, on the Amatori National Banner.
Thank you for getting this far, tomorrow we expose the surf corporate marketing plans for
France, Germany, Britain,
system failure, sources lost,
*Khyber Pass, Australian for arse – just in case you are an American, and bless you.