Dear Subscriber/Friend,
No one ever has to criticize me, because I am my own biggest critic. I rarely feel like I have measured up to my own high standards.
However, if I look objectively at this past year on Substack, I have doubled my subscriber base AND come TWO PAID SUBSCRIBERS short of the goal I set in January when my financial life collapsed. Many people are in my shoes, or worse, but my financial emergency happened directly due to my public position on the poison Death Dart (thanks to a facebook friend for that term) and my adamant refusal to inject experimental toxins into my own body. It may not be the most appealing body, but it is mine and the only one I have.
I do feel like together, we have accomplished so much.
Anyhoo—is there anyone out there that is in a position to help me over my goal with a PAID SUBSCRIPTION? It’s not really about my goal, but the feeling of awe I get when someone has the confidence in my work to sacrifice financially for the content.
I appreciate ALL my subscribers and strive to provide high quality, educational, meaningful, eclectic, and interesting content.
And, even in these dire days, I also try to inject a little humor:
Please, if you are able, help Cindy Sheehan’s Soapbox Newsletter meet our modest goal by 31 December!
(There are also PAID SUBSCRIBER BONUSES)
If you are already, or become, a paid subscriber, there is a new PAID ONLY post coming this week.
We have different tiers of support: $5/month; $50/year, or $100 as a founding member.
Checks/money/orders/cash/etc can be SNAIL-mailed to:
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PO BOX 6264, VACAVILLE, CA 95696
PayPal: cindysheehanssoapbox@gmail.com
I actually forged a QR code to represent that I'd been cleared by a doctor to fly from country to another. I had noticed the airline personnel didn't scan the QR, they just looked to see it was visible and the flight information matched the flight that was being boarded. Many of the university students I shared public transport with would only don our face masks when the mask police insisted...
It's hard to tell about cats, but dogs are certainly proud of a good dump. Now that I'm old I share the feeling. A good dump means a good day.