Ninety-Nine and a half subscribers just won't do

Subscriber 100 wins a brand new car--misinformation

“We’ve got to bring it on down and start living right.”—Wilson Pickett

I currently have 140 articles posted on Substack. All of them, with the exception of a few, are my adventures in a genocide and my attempts to stop it. Publishing this insane ride allows subscribers to read about it, possibly get an idea or two and participate and get on the ride with me. It’s not a ride any of us want to be on. It’s a ride we are all trying to stop. It is a death ride. The creators of this death ride are on the ride with us and we are attempting to throw them off the ride preferably at the highest point where they face a long fall.

I estimate that I’ve written 140,000 words in just shy of three months. My posts aren’t all filled with links. Those authors are referred to as “link writers.” They usually offer very little commentary in their posts. There is a need for link writers though so I’m not dogging them. They are out searching for information that can benefit us. I don’t always want to be searching on the internet, so I’m glad there are link writers.

At 140,000 words I’ve written a non-fiction novel. A novel about hell. The war against humanity.

In my novel I tried to be very careful to only write truth. Don’t attempt to sensationalize it. It does it on its own. Don’t make anything up. That is what they do. I don’t want to resemble them in any way. I was once a moderator on a top conspiracy site. I started a thread that remained in the top five for about three years. The title was, MAKE SOMETHING UP THREAD. I created it because people were making up a lot of bullshit and pimping it as truth. Forum members then learned to make sure their post was factual, or they better say they are speculating or it gets dumped in my thread.

On my Substack I’ve given my credentials as a writer. I’ve filtered it into numerous posts. I’ve credited my two English professors. It is because of them that I’m still writing today. I thought it might be important information for my subscribers, so they know who I am. I want each and every post to be the ultimate reading experience. The feedback I have received is all positive. An assistant for a Senator emailed me and said she would make sure the senator receives VRR #23. Good feedback. Good assistant. I want to save them too. There may be no chance for the lawmakers / health misinformation expurts. Maybe I save an assistant, wake one up. Perhaps my lifetime mission is complete then.

My Substack has been free to all subscribers. The early reasons for that are I felt I needed content. I needed to show I could write something worthy of your precious time—usually a 4–6-minute read. This means if you read every single post I made you would have spent approximately 11.666 hours of your time and I don’t like the .666 part of the time. THEY would be thrilled it calculated out like that. Eleven dot 666 hours am I worthy?

I figured twenty posted articles should provide enough content, but then I started wrestling with myself against my higher self. It was this question; SHOULD I BE PROFITING OFF A GENOCIDE? It feels morally wrong. My two self’s argued back and forth. One would say, that article took you three hours to write. The last one took four. The other two you were lickity split writer and got it done in an hour. You should be compensated. The wrestling match ended in a draw.

I’ve shared my wrestling match on numerous posts. I’ve even been critical of wealthy doctors making huge amounts of money as a Substack writer instead of doing what they are trained to do which is heal and save people. My big bitch is I want them to figure a way to cure my family and friends, your family and friends who were suckered into taking this kill shot. Posting articles telling me how bad the vaccine is isn’t moving the needle in the right direction—at least not for me.

I had a subscriber number when I started my Substack and I thought I should easily hit that number with the first 20 posted articles. The number was 100. I would add the upgrade to paid subscriber button when I reached 100. I was basing that off my experience writing for Themestream. At TS I didn’t care much about subscribers because I was paid per view. Ten cents per view. Dimes rained down all day long. I occasionally looked and would notice I gained 53 one day and 78 another and then I’d make a post and lose 62 subscribers. Whoa. However, the next day the post gained me 73, whoa, and on and on. And those aren’t the actual numbers, just an example.

I’m currently nearing the 100 hundred number so don’t freak on me if you see the upgrade to premium button. It’s been a subscriber grind and I know many of you have been promoting me and sharing my Substack and I greatly appreciate it.

There are good reasons why it has taken me nearly three months to get to the magic 100 number. My target audience is very small. I haven’t gotten on Fox News yet. I don’t have a book out saying the vaccine is bad. You should avoid it, and perhaps I just fucking suck as a writer. I’m avoiding that one because I once did come in second place in an international writing contest. The Gonzo Journalist himself finished behind me. R.I.P Hunter.

I wanted to post this at 99 Subscribers and attach a really cool song, Ninety-Nine and a half just won’t do. I first heard it as a kid living near Berkely California. My favorite band was Creedence Clearwater Revival, and they were a local bay area band. My mom figured out where they rehearsed and would sometimes drive past it in hopes that I could see John Fogerty or Doug Clifford. It never happened. I love her for that though. Wilson Pickett is the originator of the song. As a kid I didn’t know that. Listening to both as an adult I don’t think Creedence improved on the original. Another song consideration for this post was 99 Red Balloons. Interesting lyrics to our current situation.

I decided to post this at 98 just in case something crazy happens like I pick up three subscribers and jump past the 100 number. Also, because I might need to make an emergency bolt down to Berkely Ca to see the person who has been trying to reach me. The one with Alzheimer’s. Our attempts to reach each other continue to fail. If I just walk up and knock on her door how can that fail? In that same article I mentioned my friend Monica who I told her I’d call and never did. Here is her picture. She died in 2004 of breast cancer. This is exactly how she looked when I last seen her sometime in 1977.

$o, at 100 I will add the upgrade to the VRR premium plus package—get the full meal deal button. It might take two weeks to get to that number. If I’m worthy perhaps consider upgrading. Hell, upgrade even if I’m not. Free will always be there. I have a current income of $00.00. I need free and maybe others have the same income as me. They need free. The comment section will always remain open too. I always appreciate feedback from my subscribers, good, bad or ugly.

Update: Lewis & Associates subscribed just minutes after my post. They are number 99. They just missed out on the brand new car. A cheap scam to lure unsuspecting subscribers to subscribe.

“Ninety-nine and a half just won’t do, got to have one hundred.”