Look, another billionaire is crying about a Washington subcommittee while the surf is firing right here in Todos Santos. Down at Playa Los Cerritos, the overhead sets are clean, peeling glass, and absolutely nobody on the beach gives a single solitary peso about whether Sam Altman or Jensen Huang can sleep at night. While tech pundits hyperventilate over closed-source compliance frameworks, we’re out here trying to remember where we parked the surfboard truck. Keep your algorithmic dystopia; the tacos are hot and the swell is onshore.