Friday, Aug. 4, 2006 | Somebody needs to do a reality check here, duckies. Between the 50 million or so gallons of raw sewage that flows out to sea from the Tijuana River at Imperial Beach, to the 50 million or so gallons of barely treated effluent that enters the Pacific at Point Loma’s sewage plant, to the inelegant toilet known as Mission Bay, home to every sewage spill and runoff disaster in San Diego, the ocean surrounding the beaches is an ecological disaster of magnificent proportion biding its time before it sends waves of red algae ashore to pay us back for our non-stop efforts that we’ve put into it.
Given this slice of impending doom, the City Council decides to crack down on- smoking at the beaches-perhaps for lack of ability to do anything useful to head off an ecological maelstrom in the distance.
One of the few relatively safe things one could do at the beach was light up and perhaps contemplate what San Diego is doing to the local ocean in its insufferable ignorance, shortsightedness and extreme parsimoniousness. Now, we’ll have to do that elsewhere-and at least let a few busybodies be content while a far graver crisis escapes their watchful, politically correct gaze.