“You don’t like it here? Go. Door’s right there. Pack your bags, pack your moral superiority, and go. You think this town’s perfect? It ain’t. But it’s ours. We built it. We keep it running. We don’t need some high-horse crusader tellin’ us how to do things.

People forget—we used to have nothin’. No jobs. No visitors. Just rust and regret. Now we got businesses comin’ back, tourists askin’ for room rates, realtors talkin’ about market rebounds. And all it takes to ruin that is one report? One angry doctor with a microscope and a grudge?

I ain’t sayin’ the water’s perfect. But nothing is. Life ain’t perfect. What matters is whether it works. Whether it’s worth it. And I say it is.

So if you’re gonna run around screamin’ “the sky is falling,” maybe try yellin’ somewhere else. Some of us are tryin’ to move forward. Me and my crew are ready shovels in hand. Just tell us where to start!”