“It takes no genius to observe that a one-man band never gets very big.”—Charles Garfield
Year: 1993
Time: 9:11am
Set the scene: I’m sitting at my dining room table eating a bowl of cereal reading a book. My wife is across from me sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. She jumps off the couch.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT. MIKE. MIKE. JESUS MIKE. YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS. MIKE, YOU WON’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS. YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SUE THEM MIKE. OH, MY GOD. MIKE. SUE THEM.”
In 1993 I decided to take a few college courses. I had some free time since my employer laid me off along with 816 of my co-workers. I took an English class and a marketing class. If it wasn’t for Dr. Imelda Cannon I wouldn’t have a Substack today. I wrote about Professor Cannon in
my article, 911 Killed My Writing Career. It was her comment she wrote on my last essay that she read to the class. It was at the bottom, “Mike if you don’t pursue a career in writing I will hunt you down and kill you,” Smiley face, Imelda Cannon. Strangely my Substack is all about people who want to kill me. It is kind of a written defense / a written counter attack. I credit Professor Cannon along with Professor Tina Blue. Without their teaching and guidance I wouldn’t be your author today.
I’ve always been interested in advertising and marketing and both require a good background in English, in writing, and mind manipulation. Advertising is all about capturing the mind. A lot of darkness in advertising too. There’s a lot embedded into the Jack Daniels billboard posted on the freeway entrance near the liquor store. It’s more than a clear glass of whiskey on the rocks I assure you.
In our marketing class our final project was to present a full ad campaign before the class. We were all assigned into a group. I believe there were four or five to a group. In our first group meeting we had to decide on a product. The football quarterback spoke first and presented the product he wanted to present, and all the others went along with his idea except me. I presented my idea; they hated it, and all decided to go with the football players mini baby micro cell phone. Two other groups were going to present an ad campaign for the same product.
After class I went to the teacher and told her I can’t work with the group and that I want to work alone. She said she’d put me in another group. That group didn’t like my ideas either, and were going with the baby mini cell phone. I went back to the teacher and told her I want to work alone. She said she’s never allowed a student to work alone because the project is too big and the workload needs to be dispersed. I said, I want to work alone. She asked me to pitch my ideas for my campaign, my ad, and so I did just as I had done in the two groups. When I was finished, she sat with a big smile on her face. She leaned forward and said, “You’re the first student I’ve ever allowed to present alone. I look forward to your presentation.” Before I left, I made a request. I asked her if I could be the first one to present. She smiled again and said, “You’ll go first Mike.” I left with a smile on my face.
My ad was for a pharmaceutical. A product I was taking daily for my allergies. I knew it well. My campaign ad was going to be a billboard ad. It required a giant nose with legs attached to it. A motor moved the legs to simulate it running. Runny noses. I did all the fabrication, wiring, art work, everything. I intentionally went longer than the required presentation time. I had fun as did my classmates and our teacher. When I finished, she stood and applauded.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT. MIKE. MIKE. JESUS MIKE. YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS. MIKE, YOU WON’T FUCKING BELIEVE THIS. YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SUE THEM MIKE. OH, MY GOD. MIKE. SUE THEM.”
My wife ran over to me and there was my ad. A full page. Giant nose, motorized legs, everything. “MIKE, YOU HAVE TO SUE THEM. HOW DID THEY GET YOUR IDEA?” My wife wouldn’t shut up. I just smiled. Damn it looked good.
As you know I’ve been writing my state lawmakers / health Awful-ishals for nine months to save lives. Stop the genocide. Wake them the fuck up. Except for a few, (just picked one of their assistants up as a subscriber two reports ago), they ignore me and continue to push this kill shot as safe. None of them will give me their definition for the word safe, so I beat them over the head with the word. As I see it, we don’t need to present graphs, charts, medical opinions, or science to them anymore. We have 41,000 dead Americans from the vaccine according to the CDC’s VAERS site. If they want to hide behind the word safe, I’m fine with that. I like that. That works in my favor because I have 41,000 dead Americans on my side as proof it isn’t safe. There are more dying and joining my side every single second, minute and hour and I can prove it. Sadly, the number only goes one way—UP.
On October 4th I published an article titled, Covid 19-Children propaganda. In the article I mentioned that I want to get a billboard of my logo right near the interstate 5 off ramp to the state capital building or better across from Governor Insanelee’s mansion. I wasn’t joking. I researched it, found billboard companies, and sent inquiring emails. I got no response. Maybe they went to my Substack and said, “OH HELL NO,” I don’t know. I also inquired into having my logo ad on city buses. No response. Probably another, “OH HELL NO.”
The Vaccine Reaper Report is a one-man band operation running on a budget of $00.00. I understand my role in the war we are currently in and I accept it. I’m qualified for my position. It’s a good position because it allows me to go after some of the top promoters of this deadly safe product—our government. The dully elected. What I’m saying is I haven’t had time to work on the billboard idea. I have to get the next weeks gov report done and other articles for my great subscribers and slide in some normality into my life when there’s time. And furlough too.
My role is as a writer, researcher and head bonker. I don’t have a team to help with the required details to put up a billboard. There’s also the financial cost, but I won’t let that get in the way. There are ways to get the money. I can just stand on a street corner with a sign like so many others do in Seattle. Maybe outside the Seahawks stadium during a home game. If 60,000 drunks walk past me surely some of them will donate, especially if the Hawks win. A beer is around $15.00 dollars at the game. There are people with a lot of money in Seattle.
Great minds think alike. I’m envious. I’m also now determined to get my own billboard up in Seattle, or Olympia, or make a strong attempt to.
He’s placing the billboard right outside of the CDC headquarters. Genius. My only criticism is I don’t think he should have told them. Don’t tell anyone until it’s up. Imagine their surprise when they walk into work and see the billboard. They now have two weeks to strategize and get all of their propaganda going to counter the billboard. I think I made a comment on his post to also run the same ad on the city buses that pass right in front of the CDC offices. Put them on all sides and even inside of the bus.
We can use advertisement and marketing against them. They use it. Reverse it on them. I’m going to attempt once again to make contact with the billboard companies to see what the process is along with the associated costs. I will also try and contact Steve and see if he can advise me.
Maybe a billboard of RocHELLe HELLensky running looking over her shoulder. Behind her is a syringe with motorized legs. Her face frozen in fear. The copy will read, DON’T RUN ROCHELLE. DON’T BE AFRAID. IT’S SAFE.
In my article I mentioned that it would be nice to get a billboard up before Halloween or even better on Halloween. That’s not going to happen. I’m going to ask for help from some of you, or all of you. Thoughts and ideas. If you like the billboard idea and have any thoughts on it email me at michaelhuggins50@gmail.com.
“Is there anyone here who can lend a hand to my one man band?”
Now all my substacks.. including yours are going to Junk Mail.. I am checking now. Microsoft is censoring CDV and Virus refs.. I just added your substack AGAIN to my SAFE SENDERS.. Great post.
I'd like to join your band. We are both living under Gov Insanelee tyranny. I have no rhythm, but I play a mean cow bell.