Yuletide Sheep Droppings

A kinder, gentler holiday card, some thoughts on the future, and censorship has finally arrived to Substack this year.

Season’s Greetings from the Gibberneck Family

Dear Friends and Family,

As the holiday season envelopes us like the smell of Ron’s “infamous” eggnog (we suspect the eggnog is just rum with a splash of special cream), we find ourselves reflecting on another eventful year in the Gibberneck household. It’s been a year of growth, change, and delightful surprises that we can’t wait to share with you all.

Chad continues his globetrotting adventures in the service of freedom and democracy. Currently deployed in Syria since 2017 he’s played a key role in helping secure their oil fields for Chevron Corporation. Last week, we received a lovely postcard featuring him and Syria’s newly appointed transitional leader. The caption read, “Heads off! Democracy in progress!” We’re so proud of his passion for international relations. This marks his fourth successful regime change operation since enlisting in 2011—a record to cherish! He also sent us a recipe for hummus, which he accidentally sent with some top-secret images of bombed-out churches and beheaded Syrian Christians. Tis’ the season! Ron had to show the DHS agents who came to the house his phone and laptop hard drive to ensure he deleted everything accidentally sent to us. So much excitement!

Speaking of Ron, he’s been keeping busy after his abrupt career shift. Following his layoff as a commercial airline pilot, Ron struggled to find work that matched his expertise. He was given severance pay after a year of training his replacement, the lovely Shaquonza who has become a dear family friend. Ron tried a lateral move but none of the major airlines would hire him. There’s been a big push for “diverse” hiring in the aviation industry, and they said they’ve “reached the limit” on experienced, competent white men. After some soul-searching, he discovered his true calling in the skies once more—as a chemtrail pilot. Ron takes pride in ensuring the Midwest is blanketed in just the right amount of “seasonal particulates.” He says it’s rewarding to “really make a mark on the weather” and he sincerely hopes none of you will remember this card in two years which would be a testament to a job well done.

Our darling daughter Lacey has made quite a name for herself in the healthcare industry. As a pediatric nurse at Our Lady of Perpetual Immunity Hospital, she specializes in administering vaccines, especially to children who might otherwise be a little “hesitant.” Lacey was thrilled when the hospital implemented a $500 bonus program for nurses who deliver both Covid boosters and flu shots during the same visit. She uses her bonuses to purchase bulk orders of candy canes, which she hands out to her little patients. She calls them her “Compliance Canes”—a festive touch!

Now, it wouldn’t be the Gibberneck holiday card without a family milestone or two. This year, we said goodbye to Fluffy, our beloved tabby. She tragically disappeared one evening, only to resurface (quite literally) on the rotisserie at the local park adjacent to the old Lutheran church serving as a refugee center during a “welcome to the USA” cookout. While this was a shock, we were comforted to know she brought people together—like a true Gibberneck always does.

As for me, Nancy, I’ve had my own personal journey this year. After nearly four years of wearing my medical face mask everywhere including while sleeping, I finally took the bold step of joining Maskers Anonymous, a support group for those adjusting to life without constant filtration. It’s a small but dedicated group. We meet weekly at the public library in between drag queen children’s story hour and drag queen children’s strip tease classes. We share stories of people who have coughed near us, and practice “mindful breathing” exercises with only pure oxygen. I’ve even started wearing lipstick again—underneath the mask sometimes, of course, but it’s the thought that counts.

As we hang our stockings and Chad hangs Syrian Army officers with the help of his new Al-Qaeda friends, and Ron hangs some Aluminum and Barium treats for Santa’s reindeer in the skies, we’re reminded of what truly matters: family, togetherness, and the simple joys of our modern world. May your holiday season be as full of surprises as ours always seems to be, and may the new year bring blessings to you and yours!

Happy Holidays
The Gibbernecks

Nancy, Ron, Chad, Lacey, and (in spirit) Fluffy

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Ramming It Home

For those who hadn’t noticed this substack has been in a kind of orbital stagnation for the past year, partly by choice, fueled by truths.

I’ve come to the humbling realization that this fluffy ram will never reach hyperspeed or head for the stars.

And that’s fine!

I never started this for money or notoriety or to be a “big influencer” or “content creator.” I’m just a lowly writer—the least valued class in society after freight handlers. (I worked as one every December from age 20-30. The 12-hour graveyard shifts)

BUT!

I did hope to keep growing at some positive rate, and year three was a revelation—no biblical pun intended.

Don’t worry, this isn’t some Dear John letter. I’m not going anywhere. I will keep writing as long as people are interested in reading the words I put down on this substack.

But it’s also time for a retrospective reality check.

For the past twelve months, my subscriber counts have been as follows:

+2400 new subs
-2000 Exodus (biblical pun intended)
Net gain +400

Many of those 400 came in over the past two weeks when a note of mine went viral about a wonderful German nurse who injected 8600 elderly patients with saline instead of graphene clot juice. A true saint!

But that means, even the net gain readers this year will probably be leaving the second they read my thoughts on (non-existent) viruses or the operation warp genocide Orange Messiah (cognitive dissonance overdrive: people who know about the clot juice killing millions still support him) and his incoming Palantir administration of transhumanist zionist In-Q-Tel goons for make benefit glorious Rothschild nation of Israel.

It’s okay folks, here’s the unsubscribe button to help you save time. It’s the red one after you click the escape hatch.

The good news is that I’m in a class of my own. No other five-figure subtack almost saw negative growth over a year!

The bad news is that my low five-figure substack almost saw negative growth over the past year.

I know that may sound ungrateful or dismissive for some writers who would gladly celebrate 400 new readers. After catapulting to low five figures in two years and 5k in my first four months, however, it’s nothing to write home about for year three when I actually put in more hours reading topics and researching (many out-of-print books) than the previous two years combined when I would arrange some sardonic or “cheeky” post in a couple hours and get 10k views that day.

Work harder not dumber?

People love trifling posts filled with meme lord bait and tribal gossip that mocks their political enemies—those dummies who are like, way, dumber than our tribe! Anything that ends in a call to action with hopeful sprinkles of hopeium piled on hopeium, even if it’s all sprinkled atop a bloody cake of globalist puppets, is pure unadulterated digital crack.

I can’t do tribal digital crack for money. It’s dishonest and manipulative.

I’m a writer, not a drug dealer.

And so something happened around here.

Something happened because something changed.

I changed. This place changed. Hopefully, many of you changed!

I hold no ill feelings toward those who have departed.

Change is not for everyone.

They didn’t like it, weren’t ready for it, or couldn’t handle it!

(Insert Jack Nicholson yelling from the witness stand…NO! No memes).

It all started when I began criticizing Trump, “the right,” and flipped to the full-auto switch on Israel, zionists, and the disturbing disproportion of jews in roles of power and prominence within Israel’s host empire and her subservient allies. Because when you notice, then you notice that it really is every, single, time.

When the crossroads came last November I had a choice to continue down the path of ignoring this topic (specifically a false flag event to carry out a genocide and land grab for the Greater Israel project while continuing to loot the empire subsidizing it for the past fifty years through threats of extortion through blackmail operations), or to keep the status quo and maybe even collect more flock members.

You know what choice I made. Because I didn’t have one.

It quickly cost me support. Within three months I had to post a cyberbegging plea for new flock members just to stop the bleeding because there’s only one group (one!) that cannot be criticized or exposed.

I knew none of the topics would play well with evangelical Christians, libertarians (who found me through Lew Rockwell), or Con Inc. social conservatives who love Hannity, and Glenn Beck, and go to TPUSA conferences to drool over a coterie of Israeli-funded puppet asshats keeping them blinded by the right-left paradigm of cultural and political division that only benefits one group of people.

I knew there would be a purge, a cleansing around here, and I’m glad it happened.

I’m committed to telling the truth as I see it.

An elephant in the room that BIG is only ignored by:

1. those paid lots of shekels to ignore it

2. those who are fine with being dishonest with their “followers” to keep the normie shekels coming (cowards)

Group one is the Blaze, Daily Fire, gateway pundit, Breitbart, gatestone institute, Manhattan Institute, Claremont Institute (“American Greatness”), and a dozen others plus hundreds of “influencers” on the Tel Aviv Hasbara payroll pushed by Big Tech algorithmic kabuki. None of them are organic or original thinkers. They are all digital harlots, and they’re proud of it.

Even Jordan Schachtel, intrepid reporter and substack scribe of “The Dossier” was caught on hidden camera admitting he works for Israel. There are hundreds more just like him across the digital ether, even here on Substack.

Group two is the normie brigade of obtuse midwits. The Tim Pool orbit of gaslighting cowards furnishing the most mind-numbing goy slop. This includes Disinfo Wars, Russel Brand, (anyone still permitted on YouTube), and all the clowns who parade in the Con Inc. circus with their new Thiel-funded outfits Locals (Dave Rubinstein) and Rumble pushing these “approved creators” into the spotlight directly on their home pages.

They constructed a whole “alternative media” sphere that is hardly different than the corporate media charade that came before it—all serving the same masters, which is now the entire incoming administration. This is a new refashioned establishment bunker for normies to hunker down in, believing they’re fighting the good fight against “the deep state,” while simply drowning themselves in swamp-friendly lies cloaked as new narratives. This entire bunker is nothing more than a White House propaganda machine. How long until those critical of this administration are shadow-banned on Locals and Rumble? It’s probably happening right now.

Truth has to matter. No matter how uncomfortable it makes people.

I’ve given up on chasing normies for clicks which means the marketplace for growth is going to continue to dry up. I regret I ever did chase normies for clicks, but we all start somewhere, and while I did have some prior goals of “monetization growth” and all that, I can no longer follow that course. Not until more people wake up from their comfortable numb slumber.

Because I can’t look in the mirror each day and know that I’m just a content-creating useful idiot like 99% of the “influencers” out there. If this substack continues to stagnate, fine. Some things are far more important in life than money and “followers.”

As for the future, I’m not wasting my time on the latest woke trend on the right or the left that doesn’t reveal who is really behind it and for what purposes.

Anything less, and I’m not chasing it because…

• I’ve either already written about it (search my archive)

• It’s like most things in our world today—fake and gay—and I know Good Citizens don’t need to be told for the umpteenth time just how fake and gay everything is, though now that I’m typing these words fake and gay it might make for a good post in the future. Cross your fingers that it’s not fake and gay.

• I value your time and attention. If I don’t think I have anything new or useful for your mind, I’m not going to draw you away from sources of “content” that do, or more importantly, spending time with those who need you and love you just to get a few likes or clicks. It’s a waste of my time and your time. And nothing is more valuable in this short life.

This new slimmed-down version of The Good Citizen began months ago, as I’m sure many of you noticed. More time on reading and researching topics (particularly out-of-print books). More time on thinking things through, writing, and rewriting, and less time on copying and pasting memes or the latest trends in shit posting to generate “buzz” from the current thing.

If you do want the short missives or memes, I post the occasional note to generate new subscribers, but the most honest notes yield the least traction and rarely any new subscribers.

And there’s a reason for that too.

Hey You!

The most important point I want to make regarding the past year is that I wouldn’t be typing these words at all if it weren’t for those of you reading them right now, especially my new flock members and those who have been with me from the start.

When things got rough, you stuck by my side and kept this Substack alive. If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably be in the process of weaning this place toward a final countdown to a total shutdown.

You restored my faith in the fact that there are still plenty of curious and open human minds out there willing to put up with plenty of cha-cha-changes. More importantly, it taught me that the greatest resource over the past few years that has helped me evolve and grow as a person by accepting new (often uncomfortable truths) has been you!

I continually learn more from your comments and recommendations than I do from a week of reading other substack essays!

Thanks so much for your support and loyalty this past year—the year of the great normie purge. (maybe, just one meme in their honor.)

Here’s wishing you and yours good health and joy this Christmas season and into the new year.

Keep your cats out of the park, and stay away from Ron Gibberneck’s eggnog.

Your bleating scribe,

— Good Citizen

P.S. Those of you who are late shoppers can still give the gift of this bleating substack to friends or family—Substack is running some kind of Christmas special

How to know when you’re over the target? You get violent threats via DM from asshat bots in Tel Aviv. This one just came in after I published this post. Merry Christmas David Goldstein!

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Naturopathic healer Barbara O’neill who has been banned and censored for a DECADE, including by the Australian government is was on Substack just a day ago!! Her Substack no longer shows up and her profile has been erased. I’ve reached out to her on Xitter to see what happened.

So much for Substack’s dedication to free speech?

Kevin Barrett, who has been critical of the zionist project for decades, and who has less than half the number of subscribers I do on this platform, had $7000 of his money stolen by Stripe who refused to return it and called him “an unacceptable risk.” This was a substantial portion of Barrett’s monthly income. Stripe is Substack’s ONLY payment processor whose CEO loves to travel to Tel Aviv and jog along the beach. Not sure why Kevin hasn’t launched a legal fundraising PR blitzkrieg to make things right, but that’s his prerogative.

So much for Substack’s dedication to free speech?

My Substack Was Demonetized by Genocidal Zionists. Here Is the Workaround.

Upcoming essays for flock members assuming Stripe doesn’t shut me down too…

And that second collaboration with Notes From The Past is done…just waiting for the video version to be finished sometime around the new year.

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Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me?

Hey, you!
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?

Hey, you!
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand
Divided we fall

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