Why Am I Still Here?
A Savage Roast of WNC’s Trumper Circus, Post-Helene and No Kings Rally
Fifteen years in this Trump-obsessed, muffler-mad hellhole of Western North Carolina, and I’m still howling: Why the hell am I still here?! This county of 15,000 hillbilly holdouts, 11,000 voters (6,500 GOP nutjobs, 3,500 spineless unaffiliateds, and 1,000 Democrats clutching their organic kale) is a redneck reality show gone rogue, now a muddy mess post-Helene.
I’m enjoying the photos of 65 Spruce Pine “No Kings” protesters (check that photo—signs like “KING MUSK GET OUT” and “IMPEACH TRUMP” flapping like a comedy goldmine) and thanking the universe for these sane souls. I’ve dodged tire piles, survived Helene’s wrath, and raised kids while losing my marbles for American Muckrakers. Why stay? My kids, my snarky gig, and a perverse thrill watching this Trumper circus crash and burn. Grab a popcorn bucket, laugh-till-you-puke takedown, plus a desperate plea to …
