Arrr, Gerri be ponderin' on kin and mates in yon western NC this Christmas—America best be thinkin' the same, savvy?
2024-12-20
Arrr, me hearties! The fine folk o’ Spruce Pine, North Carolina be lingerin’ in me noggin like a stubborn barnacle, especially after that scallywag Hurricane Helene wreaked havoc this year. Yarr, may their spirits shine brighter than a treasure chest under the moonlight!
Aye, mateys! Three moons past, Hurricane Helene unleashed her fury upon the fair lands of western Carolina, leavin' behind a treasure trove of wreckage worth $53 billion! 'Tis said that nearly 40% of the homes be damaged, and roads be as lost as a ship at sea. But alas, the true sorrow be in the loss of over a hundred souls, swept away by the tempestuous torrents of mud and debris!The scallywags in Congress be as deaf as a shipwrecked sailor, neglectin' the cries for help from the good folk of North Carolina. The townsfolk be singin' praises for their noble church groups, while the federal government be sittin’ idle! Spruce Pine, my ancestral home, be needin’ hundreds of millions to heal its wounds, especially for a water plant buried deep in the muck.
Me kin, including me dear mother and sister, faced the storm’s wrath, dismissin' warnings like barnacles on a hull. Yet, Spruce Pine be vital to the world's treasures, supplyin' rare quartz for modern contraptions! As winter's chill sets in, the locals be livin’ in tents, prayin’ for aid. So raise a tankard and let’s hope the next administration brings the booty needed for recovery! Yarrr!