500 paid subscribers, UP YOURS STARMER
WE WIN, WE WIN, WE WIN
To celebrate 500 paid subscribers, we have opened a 8% discount for new subscriptions, ending next week.
In the face of political censorship, even with Substack age-gating our content, J’accuse has grown to five hundred paying subscribers.
We have defied the Online Safety Act. We have defied Sir Keir Starmer and his cabal of thieves.
You cannot Prevent us. You cannot Prevent what is coming.
This has been J’accuse’s most successful year yet. We started 2025 with only 312. Thanks to your unbending loyalty, our relaunched page and our peerless contributors we have grown by a staggering 60% in a single year.
We are far and away the largest Substack written purely pseudonymously in Britain, if not the world. Well over 6,000 people receive these emails every day.
There is no better platform for aspiring. talented young contributors who want to make a name for themselves in the world of commentary or satire, without being held back by inane DEI related prejudices or restrictions on their right to offend. All pitches please, to jaccusepaper@gmail.com
But J’accuse is never about the past.
We are always looking to the future.
What motivates me more than anything, the reason that I move Heaven and Earth to make sure that we have copy to file near every single day is a dream.
A dream that one day, instead of our verification badge looking like this.
Denoting ‘hundreds of paid subscribers’, that one day it will look like this.
With thousands of paid subscribers.
Getting there, to a thousand paid, means a doubling of our total. On a linear progression (2025 growth) this will take two years and eight months.
But I think we can do it even faster.
And to give ourselves an incentive to sprint headfirst into the British legal system:
J’accuse has an announcement to make.
Once we reach one thousand paid subscribers, we will host an in-person celebration to end of all celebrations.
This centuries answer to the Yew Tree Ball.
Veterans of this publication will remember the early J’accuse events, and all of the complications that arose with it.
The booziness. The bar-brawling. The serious OpSec risks.
This time it will be very different.
We shall gather. Somewhere, deep in the reaches of the countryside, but easily accessible to London.
In the spirit of anonymity, each guest will be issued a gown, and an animal mask.
In a haze of candles and gallons of alcohol, a bacchanalian orgy.
Security to keep the troublemakers out.
It will be the most disconcerting night of your life.
But you will only be able to attend if you are on the paid subscribers list. With no exceptions for friends, nor family.
Join us…
Bravo, bravo.