About the Author

David Kindopp is a writer, traveler, and unlicensed political

therapist whose tools of choice are a keyboard, a reference

library and an eyebrow permanently arched in disbelief. He’s

now trying to make sense of an increasingly senseless America.

 

He once imagined a life on the sun-washed west coast of Mexico

— good hat, calm harbor, comfortable ketch, and enough sunscreen

to survive the apocalypse. Instead, COVID, Trump, and MAGA

flipped the country and the economy upside down,

dragging him back into the grind of U.S. politics — and

into concerns and conversations about the price of eggs,

the price of gas, and the price of freedom.

 

Now, he’s slogging through America’s political muck armed with sarcasm, margarita-fueled insight, and a keyboard that refuses to show mercy. He wrote the See Ya books because he feels the political, economic, and spiritual pain gripping him and the country — and sees the freight-train threat to democracy barreling toward it. Now, spending time north of the border, under the suffocating MAGA cloud, is his daily reminder that the absurdity he writes about isn’t satire. It’s the news. This book wasn’t supposed to happen. Then again, neither was President Cheeseburger.

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With a journalist’s eye, a satirist’s wit, and a deep intolerance for political dishonesty, Kindopp brings an unflinching lens to America’s twisted political circus. Equal parts truth-digger and flamethrower-in-residence, he doesn’t just watch the chaos — he dissects it. He slices through spin with surgical sarcasm, digs up receipts like a political archaeologist with a bone to pick, and delivers the findings without a hint of mercy.

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He wrote See Ya – Wouldn’t Want to Be Ya not out of vengeance, but out of civic duty—and maybe a touch of survival instinct. If laughter is the best medicine, satire is his prescription for a nation plagued by narcissists in neckties.

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See Ya – Wouldn’t Want to Be Ya is more than a satirical catalog of bad actors — it’s a field guide for surviving the political wasteland, one scalawag at a time. Backed by facts, fueled by fury, and wrapped in humor dark enough to survive 2025, it skewers corruption, exposes lunacy, and documents the slow-motion collapse of common sense — all with a smirk, a snarl, and the belief that satire is a weapon and apathy is surrender.

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When he’s not writing, you might find Kindopp exploring local trout streams, getting his hands dirty in the garden, swapping stories with locals, holding a “No Kings” rally sign, or explaining to a stranger why he’s yelling at his laptop. What keeps him going? Curiosity, outrage, and just enough tequila to stay dangerous.