Showing posts with label Paul Krassner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Krassner. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut
From PaulKrassner.com, Website of THE Paul Krassner:
Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut:
Misadventures in the Counterculture
by Paul Krassner — New Expanded Edition
– for $22 (plus $3 S&H)
“Krassner has the uncanny ability to alter your perceptions permanently.”
— Los Angeles Times
“Wickedly funny... Chillingly funny... A convincing look at a man who knows how to wield absurdity.”
— San Francisco Chronicle
“Krassner is one of the best minds of his generation to be destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked — but mainly hysterical. His true wacky, wackily true autobiography is the definitive book on the sixties.”
— Art Spiegelman
“Paul¹s own writing, in particular, seemed daring and adventurous to me; it took big chances and made important arguments in relentlessly funny ways. I felt, down deep, that maybe I had some of that in me, too; that maybe I could be using my skills to better express my beliefs. The Realist was the inspiration that kept pushing me to the next level; there was no way I could continue reading it and remain the same.”
— George Carlin
“He is an expert at ferreting out hypocrisy and absurdism from the more solemn crannies of American culture.”
— New York Times
“Krassner lives in a world where Truth and Satire are swingers, changing partners so often you never know who belongs with whom.”
— Playboy
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In December 2010, the writers’ organization PEN presented Paul Krassner with their Lifetime Achievement Award. This expanded edition of his autobiography — Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut: Misadventures in the Counterculture — provides the reasons for that honor.
He published a groundbreaking satirical magazine, The Realist, from 1958 to 1974, and reincarnated it as a newsletter in 1985. “The taboos may have changed,” he wrote, “but irreverence is still our only sacred cow.” When People magazine called Krassner “Father of the underground press,” he immediately demanded a paternity test. The final issue was published in Spring 2001. All the issues are online at The Realist Archive Project.
His style of personal journalism constantly blurred the line between observer and participant. He interviewed a doctor who performed abortions when it was illegal; Krassner then ran an underground abortion referral service. He covered the antiwar movement; then co-founded the Yippies with Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin (writing a few animated re-enactment scenes for the documentary Chicago 10 four decades later). He published material on the psychedelic revolution; then took LSD with Tim Leary, Ram Dass and Ken Kesey, later accompanying Groucho Marx on his first and only acid trip.
In Confessions, you’ll read about his friendship with controversial comic Lenny Bruce, his association with Hustler publisher Larry Flynt, and his investigation of Scientology and Charles Manson. There’s an entire chapter, “The Parts Left Out of the Kennedy Book,” about his most notorious article.
Tom Robbins: “Thanks to Paul Krassner for continuing to be the lobster claw in the tuna casserole of modern America.”
Arianna Huffington: “Paul Krassner–confidant of Lenny Bruce, co-founder of the Yippies, defiler of Disney characters, publisher of The Realist, investigative satirist extraordinaire--as soon as we decided to create the Huffington Post, I knew I wanted Paul involved. His irreverence was just what the blog doctor ordered.”
Kurt Vonnegut: “I told Krassner one time that his writings made me hopeful. He found this an odd compliment to offer a satirist. I explained that he made supposedly serious matters seem ridiculous, and that this inspired many of his readers to decide for themselves what was ridiculous and what was not. Knowing that there were people doing that, better late than never, made me optimistic.”
Lewis Black: “I have been a fan of his since I was a snot-nosed kid, and his words have been a driving force and influence on my life. If you have read his work before, you know the joys that you are in for. If you haven’t, start reading, and consider this your lucky day. For Paul Krassner is an activist, a philosopher, a lunatic and a saint, but most of all he is funny.”
On the other hand, a couple of FBI agents went to one of his stand-up performances and stated in their report, “He purported to be humorous about government policies.” His FBI files indicate that after Life magazine published a favorable profile of him, the FBI sent a poison-pen letter to the editor, complaining: “To classify Krassner as a social rebel is far too cute. He’s a nut, a raving, unconfined nut.”
In May 2004, he received an ACLU Uppie (Upton Sinclair) Award for dedication to freedom of expression. At the 14th annual Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam, Paul Krassner was inducted into the Counterculture Hall of Fame -- “my ambition,” he claims, “since I was three years old.”
Format: Kindle Edition
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Publisher: Paul Krassner (January 18, 2011)
Sold by: Amazon Digital Services
Language: English
ASIN: B004K1EY0W
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Phil Ochs: There But For Fortune
Here's a great review by CommonDreams.org of a new documentary on folk singer and songwriter Phil Ochs. Among those interviewed: Sean Penn, Paul Krassner, Ed Sanders, Van Dyke Parks, Abbie Hoffman, Christopher Hitchens, Joan Baez, Billy Bragg, Pete Seeger, Peter Yarrow, and Tom Hayden...
Phil Ochs Lives!
Michael Simmons
Monday, January 3, 2011
http://www.commondreams.org/view/2011/01/03-1
Phil Ochs Lives!
Michael Simmons
Monday, January 3, 2011
http://www.commondreams.org/view/2011/01/03-1
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Disneyland Memorial Orgy
http://paulkrassner.com/Disneyland Memorial Orgy
In 1967, Paul Krassner published Mad artist Wally Wood’s parody as a centerspread for his satirical magazine, The Realist, and then as a poster. Now here it is, available again, the original poster on high-quality paper, digitally colored, 18"x24" – suitable for framing – mailed in a protective tube.
–for $35.00 (plus $3 S&H)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Autobiography of a Monarch Butterfly Update
http://blog.lavacocktail.com/2009/08/23/autobiography-of-a-monarch-butterfly-update.aspxAutobiography of a Monarch Butterfly Update
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Categories: Conspiracy
Tags: MKULTRA Mind Control Book Jaye Beldo Meditation Biowarfare Conspiracy Autobiography Healing
Greetings Lava Cocktail Surfers,
Writing Autobiography of a Monarch Butterfly was difficult in itself-primarily because I had to relive many things in my past that I otherwise would like to forget. It was also a challenge to bring it all together into a coherent gestalt. Even harder was getting the work available to the public, a rite of passage almost as trying as what I had to suffer through in regards to MKULTRA: dealing with unethical publishers, a hydroponically deluded, Merovingian stoner unable to admit to their own incompetence (as well as not being very good at some ensuing curse work designed to sabotage the book) to outsourced labor equally as stoned and irresponsible, to dealing with totally hypocritical and insincere people, one who has publically claimed that they are compassionate towards mind control victims when in reality they are not. Not to mention being stalked and harassed by internet goons whose divinity is so very, very dwarfed, sad to say and most likely will remain so until the end of time.
Robert Sterling of The Konformist posted a blurb about the book under the "Entertainment News" category-quite ironic IMO and he even asked me if I was pulling an Andy Kaufman with this one during a recent phone conversation. Sad to say, I could not say yes and stated my reasons why I think there is a very high probability I was used in bio-warfare and mind control programs . He then asked me if I included the cornball pedophile Boxcar Willie in my book Again, sad to say, I could not say yes and regret not having it in me to fabricate such sensationalist BS. Perhaps I should have because I recently learned via Paul Krassner's book In Praise of Indecency, that Mark Phillips and Cathy O'Brien have sold over 20,000 copies of their Dunce Formation of America book. No doubt the review I wrote of that questionable work and the resulting flame with Philips helped to generate such sales.( Incidentally, their publisher had the gall to send me a press release of another book they wrote.) So, in order to make my auto-bio a commercial success, I'll have to include a perverted little tid-bit that I left out:
When I was five, I remember a black helicopter landing in the backyard and these Day-Glo frisbees shooting out the windows in all directions. I went outside, picked one up, turned it over and examined a photograph burned into the plastic of the Rat Pack dressed up like Mouseketeers but with very revealing S and M garb. Underneath the picture, was the phrase: Come to Our Love Party-You are the Chosen One. I looked up at the congealing clouds and could see Capt. Kangaroo holding hands with Father Flanagan. Perhaps I was to become Boy's Town child God, who would melt the character armor from the pelvic girdles of right wing Christians, politicians and businessmen-that's the message they conveyed to me although at the time I could not understand. They kept puckering their lips and expected me to follow the calisthenics. Then some Praying Mantis aliens wearing edible lingerie gave me a birthday cake with Sumerian hieroglyphs on it-a code to get the chamber door under Memphis Tennessee to open into the Illuminati's plush and inflatable romper room where a fetal Lady Gaga was enshrined.
Well, at least that vivid confession would get me on Coast to Coast or engaged in some prolonged etymological legerdemain with William Henry.
For me personally, the most difficult thing now is not the to-be-expected weirdness at large, but rather the utter indfference and inability of most people to even remotely empathize or even care about mind control victims. This certainly has been my post publishing experience. Even more difficult is dealing with the resentment of others who are unable or unwilling to get on the healing path. If you yourself are in the process of breaking free of mind control and/or addiction and are truly doing the work required to do so, make sure you prepare yourself for this kind of relentless and underhanded opposition to you becoming whole-from both human and non-human sources. The best thing to do, is to forgive those that oppose you, because they too fear change esp. if it is of a positive nature. More importantly, they do not have the capacity of understanding to accept mind control as being a real thing and MK perps certainly take advantage of this. The trials and tribulations will never end and you very well may be shocked beyond belief when you see the reality, the truth underneath well polished façades of "compassion". Just remember to always love yourself, be all-one instead of alone and become self-reliant as I have suggested all throughout Autobiography of a Monarch Butterfly.
Cheers,
Jaye Beldo
http://www.lavacocktail.com/
http://www.lulu.com/content/6987417
Friday, August 14, 2009
The Mystery Behind the Manson Murders
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/the-mystery-behind-the-ma_b_255394.html
The Mystery Behind the Manson Murders
Paul Krassner
August 10, 2009
Charles Manson was never a hippie. His real family included con artists, pimps, drug dealers, thieves, muggers, rapists and murderers. He had known only power relationships in an army of control junkies. Manson was America's Frankenstein monster, a logical product of the prison system -- racist, paranoid, violent -- even if hippie astrologers thought that his fate had been predetermined because he was a triple Scorpio.
In the course of my research, I met Preston Guillory, a former deputy sheriff at the Malibu Sheriff's Department, which aided the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department in the original raid of the Spahn Ranch. Guillory had participated in that raid, and I interviewed him at an apartment in San Francisco. He stated:
We had been briefed for a few weeks prior to the actual raiding of Spahn Ranch. We had a sheaf of memos on Manson, that they had automatic weapons at the ranch, that citizens had complained about hearing machine-guns fired at night, that firemen from the local fire station had been accosted by armed members of Manson's band and told to get out of the area, all sorts of complaints like this.
We had been advised to put anything relating to Manson on a memo submitted to the station, because they were supposedly gathering information for the raid we were going to make. Deputies at the station of course started asking, "Why aren't we going to make the raid sooner?" I mean, Manson's a parole violator, machine-guns have been heard, we know there's narcotics and we know there's booze. He's living at the Spahn Ranch with a bunch of minor girls in complete violation of his parole.
Deputies at the station quite frankly became very annoyed that no action was being taken about Manson. My contention is this -- the reason Manson was left on the street was because our department thought that he was going to attack the Black Panthers. We were getting intelligence briefings that Manson was anti-black and he had supposedly killed a Black Panther, the body of which could not be found, and the department thought that he was going to launch an attack on the Black Panthers.
Manson was a very ready tool, apparently, because he did have some racial hatred and he wanted to vent it. But they hadn't anticipated him attacking someone other than the Panthers, which he did. Manson changed his score. Changed the program at the last moment and attacked the Tates and then went over to the LaBiancas and killed them. And here was the Sheriff's Department suddenly wondering, "Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do about this? We can't cover this up. Well, maybe we can."
I bet those memos are no longer in existence. The memos about what Manson was doing. Citizens' complaints. All those things I'm sure have disappeared by now. It shows the police were conscious of the fact that he had these weapons in violation of his parole. You've got at least involvement here on the part of Manson's parole officer, on the part of the Sheriff's Department, probably the sheriff himself, and whoever gave him his orders. Manson should have been [imprisoned] long before the killings, because he was on parole, period. He was living at the Spahn Ranch with an outlaw motorcycle gang. I feel that, to say the least, the sheriff of Los Angeles County is an accessory to murder.
The raid was a week after the Sharon Tate thing, and the intelligence information was coming in for about three weeks prior to the raid. They just didn't want any arrests made. It was obvious they wanted the intelligence information we were gathering for some other reason. Three days after they were arrested, 72 hours later, they were all released -- lack of evidence -- after this mammoth raid. This raid involved two helicopters, 102 deputies and about 25 radio cars, and all the charges were dropped against everyone.
It appeared to me that the raid was more or less staged as an afterthought. It was like a scenario that we were going through. There was some kind of a grand plan that we were participating in, but I never had the feeling the raid was necessary or that it required so many personnel. Now, if you were a police official and you were planning a raid on the Spahn Ranch, utilizing 102 deputies and helicopters and all that, one would think that with all the information coming out a month prior to the raid, wouldn't you have them under fairly close surveillance? If you did have them under fairly close surveillance, wouldn't you see them leave the Spahn Ranch to go over and kill seven people and then come back?
So the hypothesis I put forward is, either we didn't have them under surveillance for grand-theft-auto because it was a big farce, or else they were under surveillance by somebody much higher than the Sheriff's Department, and they did go through this scenario of killing at the Tate house and then come back, and then we went through the motions to do our raid. Either they were under surveillance at the time, which means somebody must have seen them go to the Tate house and commit the killings, or else they weren't under surveillance.
You have to remember that Charlie was on federal parole all this time from '67 to '69. Do you realize all the shit he was getting away with while he was on parole? Now here's the kicker. Before the Tate killings, he had been arrested at Malibu twice for statutory rape. Never got [imprisoned for parole violation]. During the Tate killings and the Spahn Ranch raid, Manson's parole officer was on vacation, so he had no knowledge of Manson being incarcerated, so naturally Manson was released, but why wasn't a parole hold put on him?
It's like Manson had God on his side when all these things are going down, or else somebody was watching every move he made, somebody was controlling from behind the scenes. Somebody saw that no parole hold was placed. Manson liked to ball young girls, so he just did his thing and he was released and they didn't put any hold on him. But somebody very high up was controlling everything that was going on and was seeing to it that we didn't bust Manson.
Prior to the Spahn Ranch raid, there was a memo -- it was verbal, I would have loved to Xerox some things but there wasn't anything to Xerox -- that we weren't to arrest Manson or any of his followers prior to the raid. It was intimated to us that we were going to make a raid on the Spahn ranch, but the captain came out briefly and said, "No action is to be taken on anybody at the Spahn ranch. I want memos submitted directly to me with a cover sheet so nobody else can read them."
So deputies were submitting memos on information about the Spahn Ranch that other deputies weren't even allowed to see. We were to submit intelligence information but not to make any arrests. Manson was in a free fire zone, so to speak. He was living a divine existence. We couldn't touch him....
And so it was that the presence of racism had morphed the Sheriff's Department into collaborators in a mass murder. But who was the higher-up that gave them the order to leave Manson alone? I was certainly prepared to believe that's what occurred. I had been gathering piece after piece of a mind-boggling jigsaw puzzle, trying to make them all fit snugly into one big cohesive picture, but without having any model to pattern it after.
I concluded that the brainwashed Manson family actually served as a hit squad for a drug ring run by mobsters he had met in prison. But, he wrote to me, "I've always ran poker games and whores and crime. I'm a crook. You make the reality in court and the press. I just ride and play the cards that were pushed on me to play. Mass killer, it's a job, what can I say."
The above is excerpted from my 1993 autobiography, Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut: Misadventures in the Counterculture. Simon & Schuster has since reverted all rights back to me, and an expanded edition will soon be published online by New World Digital.
Follow Paul Krassner on Twitter: www.twitter.com/ZenBastard
The Mystery Behind the Manson Murders
Paul Krassner
August 10, 2009
Charles Manson was never a hippie. His real family included con artists, pimps, drug dealers, thieves, muggers, rapists and murderers. He had known only power relationships in an army of control junkies. Manson was America's Frankenstein monster, a logical product of the prison system -- racist, paranoid, violent -- even if hippie astrologers thought that his fate had been predetermined because he was a triple Scorpio.
In the course of my research, I met Preston Guillory, a former deputy sheriff at the Malibu Sheriff's Department, which aided the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department in the original raid of the Spahn Ranch. Guillory had participated in that raid, and I interviewed him at an apartment in San Francisco. He stated:
We had been briefed for a few weeks prior to the actual raiding of Spahn Ranch. We had a sheaf of memos on Manson, that they had automatic weapons at the ranch, that citizens had complained about hearing machine-guns fired at night, that firemen from the local fire station had been accosted by armed members of Manson's band and told to get out of the area, all sorts of complaints like this.
We had been advised to put anything relating to Manson on a memo submitted to the station, because they were supposedly gathering information for the raid we were going to make. Deputies at the station of course started asking, "Why aren't we going to make the raid sooner?" I mean, Manson's a parole violator, machine-guns have been heard, we know there's narcotics and we know there's booze. He's living at the Spahn Ranch with a bunch of minor girls in complete violation of his parole.
Deputies at the station quite frankly became very annoyed that no action was being taken about Manson. My contention is this -- the reason Manson was left on the street was because our department thought that he was going to attack the Black Panthers. We were getting intelligence briefings that Manson was anti-black and he had supposedly killed a Black Panther, the body of which could not be found, and the department thought that he was going to launch an attack on the Black Panthers.
Manson was a very ready tool, apparently, because he did have some racial hatred and he wanted to vent it. But they hadn't anticipated him attacking someone other than the Panthers, which he did. Manson changed his score. Changed the program at the last moment and attacked the Tates and then went over to the LaBiancas and killed them. And here was the Sheriff's Department suddenly wondering, "Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do about this? We can't cover this up. Well, maybe we can."
I bet those memos are no longer in existence. The memos about what Manson was doing. Citizens' complaints. All those things I'm sure have disappeared by now. It shows the police were conscious of the fact that he had these weapons in violation of his parole. You've got at least involvement here on the part of Manson's parole officer, on the part of the Sheriff's Department, probably the sheriff himself, and whoever gave him his orders. Manson should have been [imprisoned] long before the killings, because he was on parole, period. He was living at the Spahn Ranch with an outlaw motorcycle gang. I feel that, to say the least, the sheriff of Los Angeles County is an accessory to murder.
The raid was a week after the Sharon Tate thing, and the intelligence information was coming in for about three weeks prior to the raid. They just didn't want any arrests made. It was obvious they wanted the intelligence information we were gathering for some other reason. Three days after they were arrested, 72 hours later, they were all released -- lack of evidence -- after this mammoth raid. This raid involved two helicopters, 102 deputies and about 25 radio cars, and all the charges were dropped against everyone.
It appeared to me that the raid was more or less staged as an afterthought. It was like a scenario that we were going through. There was some kind of a grand plan that we were participating in, but I never had the feeling the raid was necessary or that it required so many personnel. Now, if you were a police official and you were planning a raid on the Spahn Ranch, utilizing 102 deputies and helicopters and all that, one would think that with all the information coming out a month prior to the raid, wouldn't you have them under fairly close surveillance? If you did have them under fairly close surveillance, wouldn't you see them leave the Spahn Ranch to go over and kill seven people and then come back?
So the hypothesis I put forward is, either we didn't have them under surveillance for grand-theft-auto because it was a big farce, or else they were under surveillance by somebody much higher than the Sheriff's Department, and they did go through this scenario of killing at the Tate house and then come back, and then we went through the motions to do our raid. Either they were under surveillance at the time, which means somebody must have seen them go to the Tate house and commit the killings, or else they weren't under surveillance.
You have to remember that Charlie was on federal parole all this time from '67 to '69. Do you realize all the shit he was getting away with while he was on parole? Now here's the kicker. Before the Tate killings, he had been arrested at Malibu twice for statutory rape. Never got [imprisoned for parole violation]. During the Tate killings and the Spahn Ranch raid, Manson's parole officer was on vacation, so he had no knowledge of Manson being incarcerated, so naturally Manson was released, but why wasn't a parole hold put on him?
It's like Manson had God on his side when all these things are going down, or else somebody was watching every move he made, somebody was controlling from behind the scenes. Somebody saw that no parole hold was placed. Manson liked to ball young girls, so he just did his thing and he was released and they didn't put any hold on him. But somebody very high up was controlling everything that was going on and was seeing to it that we didn't bust Manson.
Prior to the Spahn Ranch raid, there was a memo -- it was verbal, I would have loved to Xerox some things but there wasn't anything to Xerox -- that we weren't to arrest Manson or any of his followers prior to the raid. It was intimated to us that we were going to make a raid on the Spahn ranch, but the captain came out briefly and said, "No action is to be taken on anybody at the Spahn ranch. I want memos submitted directly to me with a cover sheet so nobody else can read them."
So deputies were submitting memos on information about the Spahn Ranch that other deputies weren't even allowed to see. We were to submit intelligence information but not to make any arrests. Manson was in a free fire zone, so to speak. He was living a divine existence. We couldn't touch him....
And so it was that the presence of racism had morphed the Sheriff's Department into collaborators in a mass murder. But who was the higher-up that gave them the order to leave Manson alone? I was certainly prepared to believe that's what occurred. I had been gathering piece after piece of a mind-boggling jigsaw puzzle, trying to make them all fit snugly into one big cohesive picture, but without having any model to pattern it after.
I concluded that the brainwashed Manson family actually served as a hit squad for a drug ring run by mobsters he had met in prison. But, he wrote to me, "I've always ran poker games and whores and crime. I'm a crook. You make the reality in court and the press. I just ride and play the cards that were pushed on me to play. Mass killer, it's a job, what can I say."
The above is excerpted from my 1993 autobiography, Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut: Misadventures in the Counterculture. Simon & Schuster has since reverted all rights back to me, and an expanded edition will soon be published online by New World Digital.
Follow Paul Krassner on Twitter: www.twitter.com/ZenBastard
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Behind the Fake Report of Jeff Goldblum's Death
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Monday, June 29, 2009
Yippie founder Paul Krassner still testing limits
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090622/ap_en_ot/us_books_paul_krassnerYippie founder Paul Krassner still testing limits
By JOHN ROGERS, Associated Press Writer
Mon Jun 22, 2009
DESERT HOT SPRINGS, Calif. – He was once a child music prodigy and in the decades since, Paul Krassner has been everything from political satirist to author, editor, anarchist and an advocate for both peace and pornography.
But the title he may favor is one he found buried in his FBI file.
"To classify Krassner as a social rebel is far too cute," a letter in the file said in response to a favorable magazine interview with the co-founder of the Yippie Party, the group that notoriously disrupted the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago. "He's a nut, a raving, unconfined nut."
So Krassner titled his autobiography "Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut."
"I figured I might as well make use of it," says the author, smiling broadly as he sits in the living room of his modest tract home in this sandy, sagebrush-dotted corner of the Mojave Desert on a scorchingly hot morning. On a nearby table is a copy of "A People's History of the United States of America" by historian and social activist Howard Zinn.
For someone who has lived figuratively on the edge of society for most of his life, Krassner appears to have made the move literally as well, having left Los Angeles' epicenter of counterculture, Venice Beach, several years ago to take up residence in a place where the temperature sometimes hits 120 degrees, accompanied by blast-furnace winds of 70 mph or more.
But the co-founder of the group that once ran a pig for president and tried to disrupt the seat of capitalism by throwing dollar bills onto the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange, says he has come to love his quiet little piece of Americana with its backyard views of the snowcapped mountains towering over Palm Springs in the distance.
Krassner, who made his debut at Carnegie Hall as a violinist at age 7 (and then almost immediately gave up music because he couldn't get along with his teacher) is 77 now. That's a number he confirms with both a sheepish grin and a faux apology: "I'm sorry, I don't know how that happened."
But if the years are gaining on him, the exuberant, still-youthful-looking rebel never lets on.
Still an unabashed political radical, as well as a prolific writer, Krassner is the author of more than a dozen books. The most recent, "Who's to Say What's Obscene: Politics, Culture and Comedy in America Today," comes out in July.
It takes a skewering look at American politics and morals, speaking generally in favor of such subjects as pornography and recreational drug use and dismissing the torture of prisoners of war as something that is truly obscene. But it goes about it in such a lighthearted fashion as to rarely seem preachy.
"The word that comes to mind when I think of him is integrity," says Robert Scheer, former syndicated columnist and founding editor of the online magazine Truthdig.com. "The guy anguishes over what is right and wrong more than the editors of the most respectable publications. ... He doesn't get it right all the time, but he always thinks it out."
It was Krassner, Scheer says, who gave him his big break as an investigative reporter, providing the money to travel to Vietnam in 1963 to report on covert U.S. involvement in that country's civil war before the United States had become inextricably involved in it. Scheer's story, first published in Krassner's small, groundbreaking satirical magazine, The Realist, was picked up by the mainstream media and gained national attention.
The publisher had raised the money for Scheer's Vietnam trip by selling red, white and blue posters with the word Communism, preceded by another, much more impolite word. The posters quickly became a hit on college dorm room walls.
"It really confused all these conservative types," Scheer recalled with a laugh. "They hated communism" but they also hated seeing it described with a barnyard epithet for sexual intercourse.
That is just one of a seemingly endless chain of stories of practical jokes and other stunts attached to Krassner's name, some of them true, others apocryphal.
One of the latter, says Krassner, is that he came up with the acronym for the Youth International Party by throwing his head back in a moment of psychedelic-inspired bliss and shouting "Yippie!"
"As a journalist, I knew that we had to have a who for the who, what, where, when and why that would symbolize the radicalization of hippies for the media," he says with a mischievous smirk. "So I started going through the alphabet: Bippie, Dippie, Ippie, Sippie. I was about to give up when I came to Yippie."
The movement he helped launch is not remembered fondly by everyone. David Horowitz, the former 1960s radical turned conservative commentator, said that although he likes Krassner personally he believes he and other Yippies must shoulder much of the blame for crises such as AIDS and drug addiction.
"It was one long incitement against America, against all the guidelines, the morals and mores that helped people make it through life," he said of the Yippie movement. "I think Yippies in the end were a terribly destructive force."
Although many of his contemporaries have died or retired, Krassner remains busier than ever. He contributes regularly to the popular blog Huffington Post, and writes columns for the pro-marijuana publication High Times and the online magazine Adult Video News.
A spirited conversationalist and a fierce student of politics and pop culture, he jumps continuously from one subject to the next when he talks, frequently going off on tangents as one interesting idea pops into his head after another.
He does it so often that when he's on a standup comedy tour, as he will be this summer, he'll sometimes appoint a member of the audience to act as his "tangent spotter" and tell him to get back on message and deliver the punch line.
"He doesn't waste time," says his longtime friend Wavy Gravy, the political activist and advocate for charitable causes who usually appears in public dressed as a circus clown. "People who waste time get buried in it. He keeps doing one thing after another."
Married for 21 years and the father of a grown daughter, Krassner is busy writing another book, this one a novel about a comedian who invites censorship but never gets arrested. It was inspired by an old friend, the groundbreaking Lenny Bruce, whose autobiography, "How to Talk Dirty and Influence People," Krassner edited.
At one point, says Krassner, he got so into the project that he began "channeling Lenny," hearing his voice directing him from the grave.
"Until one time he said to me, 'Come on, you don't even believe that,'" he says, punctuating the statement with an expletive and a loud, raucous laugh.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
In Praise of Indecency
http://www.amazon.com/Praise-Indecency-Investigative-Censorship-Expression/dp/1573443506/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1245270940&sr=8-2In Praise Of Indecency: The Leading Investigative Satirist Sounds Off on Hypocrisy, Censorship and Free Expression
by Paul Krassner
Product Description
Paul Krassner's style of personal journalism constantly blurs the line between observer and participant. Nowhere is this more apparent than this collection of essays and interviews culled from his columns at AVN Online. Whether being interviewed by Susie Bright, or imagining a conversation between Pee-Wee Herman and Pete Townshend about their busts by overzealous cops, or reminiscing about his friend Lenny Bruce, Krassner shines his keen satirical mind on the so-called taboos of today’s society and breaks them down to show the hypocrisy of the world’s "culture warriors." With a biting wit and tongue firmly planted in cheek, Mr. Krassner reveals the absurdity of our oppressive social mores in this stark, funny, and ultimately thought-provoking collection.
About the Author
Paul Krassner is the founder, editor and frequent contributor to the free-thought magazine The Realist. A key figure in the counterculture of the 1960s, he edited Lenny Bruce's autobiography How To Talk Dirty and Influence People. He currently writes columns for AVN Online and High Times Magazine and publishes the Disneyland Memorial Orgy poster at paulkrassner.com. In 2004 he received an ACLU Upton Sinclair Award for dedication to freedom of expression. His books include Pot Stories for the Soul, Tales of Tongue Fu, One Hand Jerking, and Confessions of a Raving Unconfined Nut. He continues to perform and lecture at college campuses, theaters and art galleries across the country.
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Product Details
Paperback: 110 pages
Publisher: Cleis Press (May 19, 2009)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1573443506
ISBN-13: 978-1573443500
The following are excerpts from In Praise of Indecency by Paul Krassner. Copyright 2009 by Paul Krassner:
The late Harry Reasoner, who was an ABC News anchor and a Sixty Minutes correspondent, wrote in his 1981 memoir, Before the Colors Fade:
“I’ve only been aware of two figures in the news during my career with whom I would not have shaken hands if called to deal with them professionally. I suppose that what Thomas Jefferson called a decent respect for the opinion of mankind requires me to identify those two. They were Senator Joseph McCarthy and a man named Paul Krassner or something like that who published a magazine called The Realist in the 1960s. I guess everyone knows who McCarthy was. Krassner and his Realist were part of a ‘60s fad -- publications attacking the values of the establishment -- which produced some very good papers and some very bad ones. Krassner not only attacked establishment values; he attacked decency in general, notably with an alleged ‘lost chapter’ from William Manchester’s book, The Death of a President.”
I appreciated Reasoner’s unintentional irony -- I had started as a political satirist in college, poking fun at McCarthyism -- but now I resented being linked with McCarthy. He had senatorial immunity for his libels. I risked lawsuits for what I published. What I really wanted to do was crash a party where Reasoner would be. “Excuse me, Mr. Reasoner,” I would have said, “I just wanted to say how much I enjoy your work on Sixty Minutes.” And then, as a photographer captured us shaking hands, I would add, “I’m glad to meet you. My name is Paul Krassner or something like that.” Instead, in 1984, when my one-person show opened, I decided to call it Attacking Decency in General. It ran for six months, and I received awards from the L.A. Weekly and Drama-Logue. That was my kind of revenge.
Decency is, of course, a sublimely subjective perception. And so arbitrary. In 1964, Lenny Bruce was found guilty of an “indecent performance” at the Café Au Go Go in Greenwich Village. In 2003, New York Governor George Pataki granted Bruce a posthumous pardon -- but it was in the context of justifying the invasion of Iraq. “Freedom of speech is one of the great American liberties,” Pataki said, “and I hope this pardon serves as a reminder of the precious freedoms we are fighting to preserve as we continue to wage the war on terrorism.”
Earlier that year, when rock-star/activist Bono received an award at the Golden Globes ceremony, he said, “This is really, really fucking brilliant.” The FCC ruled that he had not violated broadcast standards, because his use of the offending word was “unfortunate,” but “isolated and nonsexual.” You see, it was merely an “exclamative” adjective. The FCC did not consider Bono’s utterance to be indecent because, in context, he obviously didn’t use the word “fucking” to “describe sexual or excretory organs or activities.”
But in 2004, Justin Timberlake exposed Janet Jackson’s breast during the halftime extravaganza at the Super Bowl. I had never seen the media make such a mountain out of an implant. A few years later, a CBS lawyer would argue that the network shouldn’t be fined $550,000 for Janet’s half-second “wardrobe malfunction” because it was fleeting, isolated and unauthorized. Nevertheless, that half-second of Nipplegate provided a perfect excuse to crack down on indecency during an election year. And so the FCC reversed their own decision, contending that Bono’s utterance of “fucking brilliant” was “indecent and profane” after all.
On the radio in 2003, the word “fuck” was censored out of such songs as “Fuck It (I Don’t Want You Back),” “A Toast to Men (Fuck the Men)” and “She Hates Me,” with a chorus of “She fuckin’ hates me.” Although the lyrics were bleeped in these songs, disc jockeys were forced to be creative when it came to announcing the titles. The FCC had declared “fuck” to be “one of the most vulgar, graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual activity in the English language,” no matter the context. Conservative pundit Dennis Prager characterized the fight over “fuck” as central to civilization’s “battle to preserve itself.”
Then, in 2005, a ray of light. The FCC ruled that isolated use of words describing private body parts -- including “ass,” “penis” and “testicle” -- were not indecent if aired as scripted dialogue. As a self-taught semanticist, Lenny Bruce would’ve been intrigued by the changing attitudes toward the use of previously taboo words. He wouldn’t have been able to perform on TV his classic analysis of Las Vegas, because the heart of it was about the exploitation of “tits and ass.” But at the 2006 Emmy Awards, Helen Mirren and Calista Flockhart both proudly revealed that they were “ass over tits.”
“If a joke is just as funny saying ‘penis’ rather than ‘pecker,’ that’s fine,” said Greg Garcia about his NBC sitcom, My Name Is Earl, “but sometimes it’s funnier to say ‘pecker’ and that’s what you have to do because it’s our job to make people laugh.”
In a report on NPR about Voodoo Doughnuts, a shop in Portland, Oregon, the following was deleted for fear of complaints about indecency and bad taste: “The doughnut store is holding a ‘Cockfest’ contest next week. Contestants, all male, will see who can put the most doughnuts on their unit. Last year’s record was five. No pre-competition training -- that is, Viagra -- allowed.” And fast-food chain Jack in the Box was sued by rival Carl’s Jr. for implying in TV commercials that its Angus beef hamburgers are made with cow anuses.
At the request of defense lawyers, a Nebraska judge ordered a college student who was raped not to use the words “rape,” “victim,” “assailant” or “sexual assault” on the witness stand for fear of prejudicing the jury. Perhaps she could testify, “He stuck his thing in my thing against my will.” Next, can we expect George Carlin to introduce a new routine in his HBO special about “The five words you can’t say in court”?
A prudish school librarian tried to have an award-winning children’s book, The Higher Power of Lucky by Susan Patron, banned because a ten-year-old orphan, who overhears someone say that he saw a rattlesnake bite his dog on the scrotum, thinks it sounded “like something green that comes up when you have the flu and cough too much. It sounded medical and secret, but also important.”
In March 2007, on International Women’s Day, a public high school in Westchester, New York suspended three 16-year-old girls for saying the word “vagina” during a reading from The Vagina Monologues. Principal Richard Leprine said the girls were punished for disobeying orders not to say the word, which he referred to on the school’s homepage as “specified material.” Writer Brigitte Schoen suggested calling the play Elastic Muscular Tube Monologues. And an episode of 30 Rock revolved around the use of a euphemism for “cunt.” That show was titled “The C-Word.”
At the 2007 Emmy Awards, when Katherine Heigl heard her name announced, she mouthed the word “shit.” It didn’t take a professional lip-reader to ascertain that. Late-night TV show hosts and sitcom characters use this “lip flap” method to say forbidden words because they want to be bleeped. The live studio audience laughs when they hear the uncensored version, and the home viewers figure out what’s being said as if they’re doing a dirty-crossword puzzle.
(I once published a cartoon in The Realist by an artist who knew the New Yorker wouldn’t touch it. The guest on a TV show was saying, “Frankly, I didn’t give a damn about it!” A family watching at home heard him say, “Frankly, I didn’t give a bleep about it!” Thought balloons showed that the mother was thinking “Fuck?” The father was thinking “Piss?” The grandmother was thinking “Shit?” And the child was thinking “Crap?”)
When Sally Field accepted the best dramatic actress award for her role in Brothers & Sisters, her acceptance speech concluded, “Let’s face it, if the mothers ruled the world, there would be no g-[bleeped starting at this point]oddamned wars in the first place.” Ray Romano -- referring to Patricia Heaton, who had played his wife on Everybody Loves Raymond and now had a new sitcom partner, Kelsey Grammer on Back to You -- said, “Frasier is fucking my wife.” Bleeped, of course.
Not bleeped, but apologized for on-air: Diane Keaton on Good Morning America, fawning over Diane Sawyer’s plump lips, said she’d love to have had lips like that, because then she wouldn’t have had to “work on my fucking personality.” And Jane Fonda on the Today Show, talking about The Vagina Monologues, told Meredith Viera, “I was asked to do a monologue called ‘Cunt.’”
The award for hardcore irreverence without resorting to four-letter words goes to Kathy Griffin. When she received an Emmy for her reality show, My Life on the D-List, she declared, “A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus. [Holding up the trophy] This award is my god now. Suck it, Jesus!” Entirely deleted.
In 2006, Isaiah Washington, a black actor on Grey’s Anatomy, referred to fellow cast member T. R. Knight as a “faggot.” Next January, at the Golden Globe Awards, he uttered the same slur while denying that he had used it previously. Faggot has become the second f-word in the evolution of euphemisms. Now, regarding the euphemism for fuck, “somebody said the f-word” is morphing into “somebody dropped the f-bomb.” Of course, a multi-bigoted person could easily say “no s-word, that m-f-n-f ought to try out a g-d-c,” meaning “no shit, that motherfucking nigger faggot ought to try out a goddam cunt.” But one thing you never hear anybody say is “the n-h-h-word.” It’s still okay just to say “nappy-headed ho.”
During the 2007 Muscular Dystrophy telethon on Labor Day, Jerry Lewis was doing a bit about imaginary family members, and he started to say to one of the show’s crew members that his son, “the illiterate faggot,” but stopped before reaching the g-letters, saying “no” instead, and he apologized the next day for his “bad choice of words.” He was not wearing the T-shirt that says “Marriage Is For Fags.” Nor, for that matter, the T-shirt that says “Fuck Yoga.” Or the one that says “Fuck Frank Gehry.” Or the T-shirt with a slogan “Fuck da Eagles” that Fox apologized for showing in prime time.
Camille Paglia dissed Al Gore for his “prissy, lisping, Little Lord Fauntleroy persona” that “borders on epicene.” Ann Coulter called Gore “a total fag” and John Edwards a “faggot,” explaining that the word “has nothing to do with gays -- it’s a schoolyard taunt, meaning ‘wuss’” -- which, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, applies to men who are “unmanly.” She said that Bill Clinton’s promiscuity proves his “latent homosexuality,” and she wrote that the odds of Hillary Clinton “coming out of the closet” in 2008 were “about even money.” Hillary denied in The Advocate, a gay magazine, that she was a lesbian. Oh, yes, and John Gibson called Rosie O’Donnell a “fat lesbian vampire bat bully.”
At the Billboard Music Awards show in 2002, Cher responded to her critics with a minimalist “Fuck ‘em.” Next year on that same awards show, the relatively verbose Nicole Richie recounted her Simple Life experience: “Have you ever tried to get cowshit out of a Prada purse? It’s not so fucking simple.” The FCC ruled that Fox TV had violated their standards.
But, in what would turn out to be a pivotal decision, the FCC in 2005 reversed an indecency ruling against CBS’ The Early Show, determining that a Survivor contestant calling another player a “bullshitter” did not constitute indecency because it was used in the context of a news show.
I recalled that in 1984, when I was a guest on the Today Show, they wouldn’t reimburse my airfare or hotel bill, because “We’re a news show, not an entertainment show like Good Morning, America.” This, from Today, a program which once featured Willard Scott delivering the weather in Carmen Miranda drag and justifying it as entertainment. But, had NBC paid my way, it would’ve been “checkbook journalism.” Preceding me was a segment about private corporations running prisons. During my interview, Jane Pauley asked what kind of material I would include if I were publishing The Realist then (a year before I re-launched it). “Oh,” I replied, “I’d probably have a satire about private corporations running prisons.” I later learned that the Today Show had paid the expenses of the guest who was a corporate executive in the prison business. The line between news and entertainment was blurring.
In September 2007, a three-judge panel in a federal appeals court ruled in favor of Fox TV’s challenge against the FCC for indecent and profane language. During the live court hearing, C-Span viewers were treated to such uncensored words and phrases as “motherfucker,” “eat shit” and “fuck the USA.” Judge Peter Hall posed a hypothetical to FCC attorney Eric Miller: “This is being fed out by cable here, and presumably the broadcast media can pick it up. Let’s say they pick up a portion of [Fox lawyer Carter Phillips’] argument, and the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ are actually broadcast over six o’clock news tonight. Is that going to be the subject of FCC hand-slapping?”
Miller: “I think plainly not.”
Hall: “Because?”
Miller: “For the reasons stated in this very order with respect to The Early Show case. The commission has emphasized that it will exercise great restraint when it comes to news programs.”
Hall: “Let me expand the hypothetical, to where Fox -- wanting to air, so its viewers are reminded of exactly what’s at issue here -- pulls up the clips from the Billboard Music Awards and shows those two instances of Cher and Nicole Richie, as background or in conjunction with reporting on what’s happening in this courtroom here today.”
Miller: “To be indecent, the use of the language has to be patently offensive, which under the commission’s analysis requires that it be presented -- ”
Hall: “So how is a rebroadcast of the clip in the context of news any less offensive than it is in the Billboard Awards?”
Miller: “Because in that context, as the commission explained in The Early Show order, it’s not being presented to pander or titillate or for shock value. It’s being presented to inform viewers what the case is about.”
The court reasoned that, “In recent times, even the top leaders of our government have used variants of these expletives in a manner that no reasonable person would believe referenced ‘sexual or excretory organs or activities.’” The decision cited examples that had been set by the White House. It was acceptable to broadcast George Bush, captured by a live microphone, saying to Tony Blair while chewing on a mouthful of butter roll, “See, the irony is what they [the UN] need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit and it’s over.”
Similarly, it was acceptable to broadcast Dick Cheney, also caught by a live mike on the Senate floor, saying, in response to Patrick Leahy -- who complained about Halliburton profiteering on the Iraq war without competitive bidding for contracts, and about Bush’s judicial nominees -- ”Go fuck yourself.” This was on the same day that the senate passed legislation, 99-1, described as “the Defense of Decency Act.” The Washington Times reported that Cheney “responded with a barnyard epithet, urging Mr. Leahy to perform an anatomical sexual impossibility.”
Finally, the court reversed the FCC’s reversal in the Bono case, and suddenly he was, once again, not guilty of indecency. It will now be retroactively acceptable to broadcast Bono saying, “This is really, really fucking brilliant.” Otherwise, Governor Pataki would surely have revoked his posthumous pardon of Lenny Bruce.
Women and Porn
Along with everything else, the marketing of porn continues to evolve. In the course of an interview with Susie Bright, editor of The Best American Erotica, I asked, “What aspect of online porn do you like?”
“The democratic nature of it,” she replied, “that you can search and you shall find. That its basis was all free, a free exchange. That it brought such authentic, first person networking and connection with it. Before the commercialization of online porn, there were years and infinite relationships and conversations that had built up. This was before ‘spam’ was something besides a Hawaiian loaf with cloves.”
“And what aspect of online porn do you dislike?”
“The con job of it, like everywhere else. The dominance of big, boring, uncreative monoliths like the rest of mainstream entertainment. Blech.”
But adult films aren’t just for men any more. That’s so 1970s. One survey showed that about 16% of men who have access to the Internet at work acknowledged having seen porn while on the job. Eight percent of women said they had. Another survey indicated that 20% of men and 13% of women watch porn at work.
And what about the women who produce porn? Writer/director Candida Royalle confesses, “I have absolutely no time for my sex life any more -- I’m just working too much -- and I’m engaged.” Certainly those who participated in an AVN panel about porn have a vested interest in it. Shirley Isaacson, co-creater of Impulse TV, used to be with the Spice Network, where subscribers viewing habits were monitored.
“After the kids went to school, the buys came in very heavily,” she recalls. “Around noon they started coming in again. They stopped around four when the kids started coming home from school. So we know that women watch by themselves.”
Carol Queen, president of Good Vibrations, says, “Fifteen years ago you really had to give women a lot of encouragement. Today there is a sub-category of more diverse, sex-positive college-age women who wouldn’t think twice about liking porn. Women would like to know just why these people are fucking. They often love that they’re fucking, but they think that plot devices are fairly stupid, and they would like to see a little discernment in the way that the plot, if there is a plot at all, is set up.”
Susie Bright adds, “Men wouldn’t enjoy movies featuring men with limp dicks. Well, women don’t like dry pussies either. They like to see women obviously getting off. I can’t repeat that enough. What’s funny to me are the producers who make hot stuff that women would like, who don’t have a clue how to reach women about it. The production values [of female-ejaculation videos like Cum Rain Cum Shine and Flower’s Squirt Shower] are terrible, the men are red-faced clowns, but the women’s orgasmic raindown is irresistible. Every woman I know who sees them has to go excuse herself and beat off.”
Susie has reported on her interview with porn director Tristan Taormino, whose Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women won AVN’s “Best Anal Sex Release” award:
“Tristan has a knack for arguing with powerful men in the movie business. Spike Lee asked her to be his sex/dyke consultant for his movie, She Hate Me, a comedy about -- among other things -- predatory lesbians on the Baby-Making March. Spike would tell her things like, ‘I really don’t know any lesbians that well,’ and then she’d look around at everyone who was working in his office and blink -- ’Hello! Are you blind?’
“He was flabbergasted at what she suggested, that vaginal orgasms are not the primary way women orgasm. She fought sooooo hard to get some realistic female sexiness in this movie, and after I saw the film, I was impressed with the battles she won and biting my lip at the ones she lost. Thank god she got a real vibrator in. She lost the strap-on dildo debate, though.
“But from a ‘this-is-worth-noticing’ perspective, the sheer numbers of black, Latin, Asian and bi-racial dykes in this film singlehandedly smashes the cliché that lesbian is for white college girls. There are so many heretofore ‘unseen women’ traipsing in and out of the sperm donor’s apartment (this is the comedy part) that their very presence is inspiring.”
On the AVN panel, Tristan said about porn flicks, “It’s frustrating, because there’s a segment of the industry that is still hanging on to the fact that only a tiny percentage of their customers are women and couples. I want to see people who clearly love sex, I want to see them having a good time. I want to see a lot of amazing real female orgasms. I want to see toys. I want to see vibrators.”
According to historian Rachel Maines in The Technology of Orgasm: “Hysteria,” the Vibrator and Women’s Sexual Satisfaction, the vibrator was originally developed to perfect and automate a function that doctors had long performed for their female patients -- the relief of physical, emotional and sexual tension through external pelvic massage, culminating in orgasm.
“Most of them did it,” said Dr. Maines, “because they felt it was their duty. It wasn’t sexual at all.”
Which brings us to Sherri Williams, a casualty of the war on pleasure. She was acquitted of the heinous crime of selling non-prescription vibrators. She had violated an Alabama statute, which bans the sale of vibrators and other sex toys. The law prohibited “any device designed or marketed as useful primarily for the stimulation of human genital organs.”
But the not-guilty verdict in her case was overturned by a 2-1 decision. In the Court of Appeals, the state’s attorney general defended the statute, arguing that, “a ban on the sale of sexual devices and related orgasm-stimulating paraphernalia is rationally related to a legitimate interest in discouraging prurient interests in autonomous sex.” Rationally related? Moreover, he said, “There is no constitutional right to purchase a product to use in pursuit of having an orgasm.” There isn’t?
Ironically, the FDA has approved a device specifically designed to help women achieve orgasm, marking the first time that the federal government has licensed an aid for women with sexual dysfunction. “The Eros,” which uses the same basic principle as Viagra to promote sexual arousal -- stimulating blood flow to the genital area -- is a battery-operated vacuum attached to a suction cup that fits over the clitoris. The device, available only by prescription, costs $359. However, fingers, tongues and penises are all free. And still legal.
This country was founded by pioneers with a lust for freedom and by puritans with a disdain for pleasure. The problem is that those who are still burdened by that streak of anti-pleasure keep trying to impose unnecessary restrictive laws upon those who are pro-pleasure. What ever happened to “the pursuit of pleasure” mentioned in the preamble to the Declaration of Independence?
Ironically, journalist Gita Smith wrote in August 2007, “In Alabama, you can sell guns on any street corner but you can’t sell sex toys. In other words, we are free to blow ourselves up at will. We just can’t blow up a dolly with big red lips and openings in her lifelike vinyl self.
“Alabama is a vibrator-free state. Well, technically you can go across state lines and buy sex toys in Georgia and Tennessee and carry them home. Today, the U.S. Supreme Court has shown a gleam of interest in this controversial state law. At the very least, this case seems to be a restraint-of-trade case as much as anything else, since the devices are sold in all the neighboring states. I would like to be a fly on the wall when oral arguments are heard.
“Justice Antonin Scalia: You say that the sale of the Twizzler-Twister should be banned?
“Alabama Guy: Yes, Your Honor.
“Justice Samuel Alito: And the Buzzer-Master?
“Alabama Guy: Yes, that too.
“Justice Clarence Thomas: What about the Coke can with the fake pubic hair?
“Alabama Guy: That one doesn’t vibrate, so that one’s okay.
“There is, and always has been, a strong strain of paternalism among lawmakers down here. And that paternalistic attitude makes them believe that they are the keepers of the Moral Keys. Us wee folk need protecting from sexual pleasures derived from plastic thingies made in China.”
But, on the first Monday of October 2007, the Supreme Court declined to hear a challenge to Alabama’s ban on the sale of sex toys. A three-judge panel had upheld the guilty verdict of the appeals court on February 14. Happy Valentine’s Day to the roots of fascism in the private parts of America.
Sherri Williams, who faces a $10,000 fine and one year of hard labor, called the Supreme Court’s decision not to review the law “further evidence of religion in politics.” She plans to sue again, this time on First Amendment free speech grounds.
“My motto,” she says, “has been they are going to have to pry this vibrator from my cold, dead hand. I refuse to give up.”
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Overachieving Dude
http://eatthestate.org/13-11/OverachievingDudeInterview.htm
The Overachieving Dude: An Interview With Paul Krassner
by Nathaniel S. Berke
Paul Krassner would be The Dude from The Big Lebowski if The Dude had done something with his life. Krassner is a holdover of 1960s hippismo, a laid-back stoner-for-life type with a quick wit and irreverent attitude. He wears his ideology on his sleeve, and that ideology is decidedly anti-"The Man."
But while The Dude bowls, Krassner keeps himself much busier. Political activist, prankster, writer, and avid pothead, Krassner has been an inextricable part of American culture, helping mold it for over 50 years by fighting the hypocritical standard-bearers of decency, and advocating for truth, openness, and "liberated communication" in the public debate.
He's best known for founding The Realist, a newspaper of "investigative satire," in 1958. It introduced readers to writers and comedians who would go on to be icons of American irreverence, including Norman Mailer, Joseph Heller, Ken Kesey, Kurt Vonnegut, Dick Gregory, and Lenny Bruce. But The Realist was best known for its sharp-tongued critiques of American decorum, using satire and pranks to expose hypocrisy and tear down the notion of obscenity in America. Its legendary hoaxes, which included a widely believed "exposé" that described President Lyndon Johnson fornicating with the neck-wound of recently assassinated President Kennedy, are now the stuff of dreams for would-be pranksters.
Pranks aside, Krassner often took an active involvement in his stories, believing passionately in the causes he reported on. After interviewing a doctor who performed abortions when it was illegal in the US, Krassner ran an underground abortion referral service. While covering the antiwar movement, he co-founded the Yippies political party with Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin, the iconic leaders of America's counterculture. While chronicling the psychedelic revolution that was sweeping America, he took LSD with Tim Leary, Ram Dass, and Ken Kesey, later accompanying Groucho Marx on his first acid trip.
For his efforts, The Realist has been described as the best satirical publication in America. Krassner is the only person to win awards from both Playboy magazine (for satire) and the Feminist Party Media Workshop (for journalism). He was inducted into the Counterculture Hall of Fame at the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam, and was described by the FBI as "a raving, unconfined nut."
While The Realist retired in 2001, Krassner hasn't. He writes a monthly column for High Times, a bimonthly column for AVN [Adult Video News] Online, and is an occasional contributor to The Huffington Post. His articles have appeared in Rolling Stone, Spin, Playboy, Penthouse, Mother Jones, the Nation, National Lampoon and the Village Voice, among others.
What's next for The Dude that has done so much? "The unknown, and I welcome it."
ETS!: What's the significance of the phrase "Irreverence is our only sacred cow"?
Krassner: That was a slogan for The Realist. It meant that there was no subject that we--the writers and cartoonists--would be afraid to make fun of. But, at least for me, I don't appreciate irreverence for its own sake. Otherwise, it's pointless. Oppressors, not victims, should be the targets.
ETS!: What is an "investigative satirist"?
Krassner: Simple. I do research on an individual, a group, a trend, an act, a concept--whatever strikes me as hypocritical or cruel or absurd--and then, working from what I've gathered, I find a form to satirize it. However, I never labeled an article as satire or journalism. I didn't want to deprive readers of the pleasure of determining for themselves whether something was the literal truth or an extension of it.
ETS!: You have done a tremendous amount to demystify taboos and tear down the notion of obscenity in America. What's your fuckin' problem?
Krassner: Well, I just had nothin' better to do, asshole! I never learned how to drive a car, and I can't even shuffle cards, but I did have a certain talent for recognizing irrationality and seeing through bullshit and the way people rationalize their evil ways. Taboos were arbitrary and anti-obscenity was a vehicle for control.
ETS!: When it comes to the sacred cows, we're in a whole new world. A lot of the stuff you couldn't say in the US before is fair game. It seems sex, swearing and narcotics are the new national pastimes. While they're a lot more fun than baseball--are we really better off for it?
Krassner: It's the risk of freedom. When I started, I was a lone voice. But controversy has become a commodity. And irreverence has become an industry. Now sarcasm passes for irony. Name-calling passes for insight. Bleeped-out four-letter words pass for wit. Easy-reference jokes pass for analysis. Instead of laughing, audiences applaud, as if they're patting themselves on the back for recognizing a reference.
ETS!: The other day, the southern conservative Republican Senator David Vitter of Louisiana, speaking on the Senate floor, described the auto bailout as "ass backwards." In an era when a guy like that can make a comment like that in a place like that--what the heck are today's sacred cows?
Krassner: Depends on the culture. In America, I think the biggest sacred cow has to do with the fear of admitting that the soldiers in Iraq have died in vain, killed in vain, been maimed for life, physically and mentally--all in vain. Also, eating your own shit at a table in a posh restaurant is generally looked down upon. Unless, of course, you had a reservation and are a big tipper.
ETS!: You worked with Lenny Bruce and knew him better than most people. What would Bruce think of the world today?
Krassner: He would be saddened, he would be outraged, he would be amused--simultaneously. He would practice his form of alchemy, transforming horror into humor. Having been a self-taught semanticist, he would be embarrassed at the indiscriminate use of words--the same words that he got arrested again and again for saying--now serving stand-up comedians as all-purpose nouns, verbs, adjectives, expletives... I think Lenny would decide never to say cocksucker again. That's what his first arrest was for, by the way.
ETS!: Through your writing and activism, you've been a proponent of legalization and a critic of US drug policy. Why do you oppose the War on Drugs?
Krassner: Oh, you must mean the War on Some People Who Use Some Drugs. Sometimes. I'm pro-choice whether it has to do with reproductive rights or the freedom to smoke, ingest, inject, shove it up one's rectum, as long as it's done voluntarily. Tobacco is legal, and results in the death of 1200 people a day in the US alone. Marijuana is illegal and the worst that can happen is maybe you'll raid the refrigerator at midnight. As long as any government can arbitrarily decide which drugs are legal and which drugs are illegal, then anyone in prison on a nonviolent drug charge is a political prisoner.
ETS!: For the first time in US history, the nation has elected a president who has written and spoken unapologetically about his drug use. Does the election of Barack Obama mean a boost to legalization efforts, and does it put the end of the War on Drugs in sight?
Krassner: Not an end in sight but a hint of hope. Obama is trying to maintain his balance while walking along a tightrope between status quo and progress. So, on one hand, he says that he'll stop the DEA from raiding medical marijuana dispensaries, but on the other hand, he's gone back and forth on recreational use of pot. Five years ago he supported eliminating criminal penalties for possession or use. He said that the war on drugs has been a failure and that the marijuana laws should be decriminalized. But now that he was in the heat of a presidential campaign--and, because he wanted to be president, he compromised, pandered, and flip-flopped--claiming he did not support eliminating criminal penalties for possession or use. It's really disappointing, but he's all we got, and if McCain had won, it would really have depressed me. Obama may grow in the Oval Office, but one thing is sure, he won't grow pot there.
ETS!: What about the US's international drug policy? How will ending the War on Drugs affect our relationships with other countries?
Krassner: Ideally, it would set an example for them. Realistically, those who have a vested interest in continuing prohibition--those who benefit from the criminalization of drugs, from the smugglers to the dealers, from their [police] captors to their attorneys--would not be very happy. Because, like everybody else, they want to keep their high-paying jobs. How many innocent Mexicans have been killed in the Drug War--over 5,000 at last count--and wouldn't they still be alive if the vast drug industry had been legal?
ETS!: Can't it be argued that--whatever the cost at home--the War on Drugs has been beneficial to certain foreign countries? In South America, for example, Peru and Colombia receive substantial aid packages tied to their efforts to combat coca production and smuggling. Proponents say that aid has helped provide stability in those nations, and has put violent groups like the FARC and Shining Path on the defensive--nearly eliminating them. Could ending the War on Drugs legitimize these groups and undermine stability in those countries?
Krassner: Yes, it can be so argued, but where's the morality? The US government gave $43 million to the Taliban five months before the 9/11 attacks to prevent the cultivation of poppies in Afghanistan. I try to see things through the eyes of Peruvian farmers deprived of their livelihoods, thanks to America funding the war on their coca crops. But it's too complex a process for me to predict whether ending the Drug War would undermine stability in another country and whether that could help bring about liberation by the citizens of that country.
ETS!: From your work at The Realist you've been called the father of the counterculture press--to which you demanded a paternity test. What is the counterculture press, and how has it affected today's culture and politics?
Krassner: In the early 1960s, independent weekly papers began to flourish around the US, reaching a peak of about 300, serving as a form of counter-propaganda by articulating the consciousness of a generation of young people who experienced the difference between what they experienced in the streets and the way it was reported in the mainstream media. The notions that were taboo then now play an inextricable part in the marketplace of free expression.
ETS!: Are blogs the new underground press? Where do you think blogging will take us?
Krassner: Definitely. It's changed the nature of research and communication. When I launched The Realist in 1958, my mission was to communicate without compromise. I decided to publish the final issue in 2001. One reason was that personal computers enabled anyone to communicate without compromise, with a minimum of expense, and with the potential of reaching a large audience. Blogging on the Internet provides virtual immediacy to the spreading of information, misinformation, disinformation, opinion, entertainment, insight, and triviality. I'm becoming almost as much in awe of technology as I am of Nature.
ETS!: What's a "Yippie," how does it differ from "Hippie," and what do you have to do with it?
Krassner: The Yippies (Youth International Party) was a name I invented on December 31, 1967 at a meeting to plan a counter-convention at the Democratic convention in Chicago in August 1968, at the height of the Vietnam War. Yippie signified a phenomenon that already existed: an organic coalition of political activists and stoned hippies who indulged in a cross-fertilization of values at civil rights demonstrations and antiwar protests. They saw the connection between busting kids for smoking a weed in America and burning kids to death with napalm on the other side of the globe, understanding that those events were linearly-connected dehumanization extended to its ultimate extension. A Yippie was a hippie who got hit on the head by a cop with a billy club.
ETS!: During the 60s, Yippies used street theater and flamboyant theatrics to capture the media's attention and manipulate the political narrative. As a master of such media manipulation, what changes--in politics, media, culture--need to be made so such tactics won't work?
Krassner: Actually, we borrowed a tactic from the CIA. You didn't have to manipulate the media if you could manipulate the events that the media reported on, from throwing money in the stock exchange to levitating the Pentagon. These days, websites such as the Huffington Post, Counterpunch, and TruthDig are providing the antidotes to the secrecy that's necessary for such tactics to work. The election of Obama can have a trickle-down effect that will result in more transparency in politics. And, as usual, the culture will be ahead of the political curve.
ETS!: For the past decade or more the term "liberal" was the dirtiest word in politics. But with a half-black Democrat president, an increasingly open mind towards progressive economic and environmental policies, and a general resentment towards the right-wing establishment--what does the future hold for American liberals?
Krassner: In my dreams, peace and justice replace greed and misuse of power. In my waking life, I'm scared shitless of worldwide disorder and anguish. Excuse me while I go back to sleep for a while so my subconscious can figure out what I can do to transform my dream into a reality, starting with myself and working my way out.
ETS!: In a recent article, "The Last Election," you hinted that you thought Obama's election was a possible culmination of the cultural and political activism of the 1960s leftists, and pondered whether it "signified the early tremors of a nonviolent revolution." Well, did it?
Krassner: There are too many outside variable factors that leave me only with hope. But as the singer/songwriter Harry Chapin once told me, "If you don't act like there's hope, there is no hope." And remember, placebos work.
The Overachieving Dude: An Interview With Paul Krassner
by Nathaniel S. Berke
Paul Krassner would be The Dude from The Big Lebowski if The Dude had done something with his life. Krassner is a holdover of 1960s hippismo, a laid-back stoner-for-life type with a quick wit and irreverent attitude. He wears his ideology on his sleeve, and that ideology is decidedly anti-"The Man."
But while The Dude bowls, Krassner keeps himself much busier. Political activist, prankster, writer, and avid pothead, Krassner has been an inextricable part of American culture, helping mold it for over 50 years by fighting the hypocritical standard-bearers of decency, and advocating for truth, openness, and "liberated communication" in the public debate.
He's best known for founding The Realist, a newspaper of "investigative satire," in 1958. It introduced readers to writers and comedians who would go on to be icons of American irreverence, including Norman Mailer, Joseph Heller, Ken Kesey, Kurt Vonnegut, Dick Gregory, and Lenny Bruce. But The Realist was best known for its sharp-tongued critiques of American decorum, using satire and pranks to expose hypocrisy and tear down the notion of obscenity in America. Its legendary hoaxes, which included a widely believed "exposé" that described President Lyndon Johnson fornicating with the neck-wound of recently assassinated President Kennedy, are now the stuff of dreams for would-be pranksters.
Pranks aside, Krassner often took an active involvement in his stories, believing passionately in the causes he reported on. After interviewing a doctor who performed abortions when it was illegal in the US, Krassner ran an underground abortion referral service. While covering the antiwar movement, he co-founded the Yippies political party with Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin, the iconic leaders of America's counterculture. While chronicling the psychedelic revolution that was sweeping America, he took LSD with Tim Leary, Ram Dass, and Ken Kesey, later accompanying Groucho Marx on his first acid trip.
For his efforts, The Realist has been described as the best satirical publication in America. Krassner is the only person to win awards from both Playboy magazine (for satire) and the Feminist Party Media Workshop (for journalism). He was inducted into the Counterculture Hall of Fame at the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam, and was described by the FBI as "a raving, unconfined nut."
While The Realist retired in 2001, Krassner hasn't. He writes a monthly column for High Times, a bimonthly column for AVN [Adult Video News] Online, and is an occasional contributor to The Huffington Post. His articles have appeared in Rolling Stone, Spin, Playboy, Penthouse, Mother Jones, the Nation, National Lampoon and the Village Voice, among others.
What's next for The Dude that has done so much? "The unknown, and I welcome it."
ETS!: What's the significance of the phrase "Irreverence is our only sacred cow"?
Krassner: That was a slogan for The Realist. It meant that there was no subject that we--the writers and cartoonists--would be afraid to make fun of. But, at least for me, I don't appreciate irreverence for its own sake. Otherwise, it's pointless. Oppressors, not victims, should be the targets.
ETS!: What is an "investigative satirist"?
Krassner: Simple. I do research on an individual, a group, a trend, an act, a concept--whatever strikes me as hypocritical or cruel or absurd--and then, working from what I've gathered, I find a form to satirize it. However, I never labeled an article as satire or journalism. I didn't want to deprive readers of the pleasure of determining for themselves whether something was the literal truth or an extension of it.
ETS!: You have done a tremendous amount to demystify taboos and tear down the notion of obscenity in America. What's your fuckin' problem?
Krassner: Well, I just had nothin' better to do, asshole! I never learned how to drive a car, and I can't even shuffle cards, but I did have a certain talent for recognizing irrationality and seeing through bullshit and the way people rationalize their evil ways. Taboos were arbitrary and anti-obscenity was a vehicle for control.
ETS!: When it comes to the sacred cows, we're in a whole new world. A lot of the stuff you couldn't say in the US before is fair game. It seems sex, swearing and narcotics are the new national pastimes. While they're a lot more fun than baseball--are we really better off for it?
Krassner: It's the risk of freedom. When I started, I was a lone voice. But controversy has become a commodity. And irreverence has become an industry. Now sarcasm passes for irony. Name-calling passes for insight. Bleeped-out four-letter words pass for wit. Easy-reference jokes pass for analysis. Instead of laughing, audiences applaud, as if they're patting themselves on the back for recognizing a reference.
ETS!: The other day, the southern conservative Republican Senator David Vitter of Louisiana, speaking on the Senate floor, described the auto bailout as "ass backwards." In an era when a guy like that can make a comment like that in a place like that--what the heck are today's sacred cows?
Krassner: Depends on the culture. In America, I think the biggest sacred cow has to do with the fear of admitting that the soldiers in Iraq have died in vain, killed in vain, been maimed for life, physically and mentally--all in vain. Also, eating your own shit at a table in a posh restaurant is generally looked down upon. Unless, of course, you had a reservation and are a big tipper.
ETS!: You worked with Lenny Bruce and knew him better than most people. What would Bruce think of the world today?
Krassner: He would be saddened, he would be outraged, he would be amused--simultaneously. He would practice his form of alchemy, transforming horror into humor. Having been a self-taught semanticist, he would be embarrassed at the indiscriminate use of words--the same words that he got arrested again and again for saying--now serving stand-up comedians as all-purpose nouns, verbs, adjectives, expletives... I think Lenny would decide never to say cocksucker again. That's what his first arrest was for, by the way.
ETS!: Through your writing and activism, you've been a proponent of legalization and a critic of US drug policy. Why do you oppose the War on Drugs?
Krassner: Oh, you must mean the War on Some People Who Use Some Drugs. Sometimes. I'm pro-choice whether it has to do with reproductive rights or the freedom to smoke, ingest, inject, shove it up one's rectum, as long as it's done voluntarily. Tobacco is legal, and results in the death of 1200 people a day in the US alone. Marijuana is illegal and the worst that can happen is maybe you'll raid the refrigerator at midnight. As long as any government can arbitrarily decide which drugs are legal and which drugs are illegal, then anyone in prison on a nonviolent drug charge is a political prisoner.
ETS!: For the first time in US history, the nation has elected a president who has written and spoken unapologetically about his drug use. Does the election of Barack Obama mean a boost to legalization efforts, and does it put the end of the War on Drugs in sight?
Krassner: Not an end in sight but a hint of hope. Obama is trying to maintain his balance while walking along a tightrope between status quo and progress. So, on one hand, he says that he'll stop the DEA from raiding medical marijuana dispensaries, but on the other hand, he's gone back and forth on recreational use of pot. Five years ago he supported eliminating criminal penalties for possession or use. He said that the war on drugs has been a failure and that the marijuana laws should be decriminalized. But now that he was in the heat of a presidential campaign--and, because he wanted to be president, he compromised, pandered, and flip-flopped--claiming he did not support eliminating criminal penalties for possession or use. It's really disappointing, but he's all we got, and if McCain had won, it would really have depressed me. Obama may grow in the Oval Office, but one thing is sure, he won't grow pot there.
ETS!: What about the US's international drug policy? How will ending the War on Drugs affect our relationships with other countries?
Krassner: Ideally, it would set an example for them. Realistically, those who have a vested interest in continuing prohibition--those who benefit from the criminalization of drugs, from the smugglers to the dealers, from their [police] captors to their attorneys--would not be very happy. Because, like everybody else, they want to keep their high-paying jobs. How many innocent Mexicans have been killed in the Drug War--over 5,000 at last count--and wouldn't they still be alive if the vast drug industry had been legal?
ETS!: Can't it be argued that--whatever the cost at home--the War on Drugs has been beneficial to certain foreign countries? In South America, for example, Peru and Colombia receive substantial aid packages tied to their efforts to combat coca production and smuggling. Proponents say that aid has helped provide stability in those nations, and has put violent groups like the FARC and Shining Path on the defensive--nearly eliminating them. Could ending the War on Drugs legitimize these groups and undermine stability in those countries?
Krassner: Yes, it can be so argued, but where's the morality? The US government gave $43 million to the Taliban five months before the 9/11 attacks to prevent the cultivation of poppies in Afghanistan. I try to see things through the eyes of Peruvian farmers deprived of their livelihoods, thanks to America funding the war on their coca crops. But it's too complex a process for me to predict whether ending the Drug War would undermine stability in another country and whether that could help bring about liberation by the citizens of that country.
ETS!: From your work at The Realist you've been called the father of the counterculture press--to which you demanded a paternity test. What is the counterculture press, and how has it affected today's culture and politics?
Krassner: In the early 1960s, independent weekly papers began to flourish around the US, reaching a peak of about 300, serving as a form of counter-propaganda by articulating the consciousness of a generation of young people who experienced the difference between what they experienced in the streets and the way it was reported in the mainstream media. The notions that were taboo then now play an inextricable part in the marketplace of free expression.
ETS!: Are blogs the new underground press? Where do you think blogging will take us?
Krassner: Definitely. It's changed the nature of research and communication. When I launched The Realist in 1958, my mission was to communicate without compromise. I decided to publish the final issue in 2001. One reason was that personal computers enabled anyone to communicate without compromise, with a minimum of expense, and with the potential of reaching a large audience. Blogging on the Internet provides virtual immediacy to the spreading of information, misinformation, disinformation, opinion, entertainment, insight, and triviality. I'm becoming almost as much in awe of technology as I am of Nature.
ETS!: What's a "Yippie," how does it differ from "Hippie," and what do you have to do with it?
Krassner: The Yippies (Youth International Party) was a name I invented on December 31, 1967 at a meeting to plan a counter-convention at the Democratic convention in Chicago in August 1968, at the height of the Vietnam War. Yippie signified a phenomenon that already existed: an organic coalition of political activists and stoned hippies who indulged in a cross-fertilization of values at civil rights demonstrations and antiwar protests. They saw the connection between busting kids for smoking a weed in America and burning kids to death with napalm on the other side of the globe, understanding that those events were linearly-connected dehumanization extended to its ultimate extension. A Yippie was a hippie who got hit on the head by a cop with a billy club.
ETS!: During the 60s, Yippies used street theater and flamboyant theatrics to capture the media's attention and manipulate the political narrative. As a master of such media manipulation, what changes--in politics, media, culture--need to be made so such tactics won't work?
Krassner: Actually, we borrowed a tactic from the CIA. You didn't have to manipulate the media if you could manipulate the events that the media reported on, from throwing money in the stock exchange to levitating the Pentagon. These days, websites such as the Huffington Post, Counterpunch, and TruthDig are providing the antidotes to the secrecy that's necessary for such tactics to work. The election of Obama can have a trickle-down effect that will result in more transparency in politics. And, as usual, the culture will be ahead of the political curve.
ETS!: For the past decade or more the term "liberal" was the dirtiest word in politics. But with a half-black Democrat president, an increasingly open mind towards progressive economic and environmental policies, and a general resentment towards the right-wing establishment--what does the future hold for American liberals?
Krassner: In my dreams, peace and justice replace greed and misuse of power. In my waking life, I'm scared shitless of worldwide disorder and anguish. Excuse me while I go back to sleep for a while so my subconscious can figure out what I can do to transform my dream into a reality, starting with myself and working my way out.
ETS!: In a recent article, "The Last Election," you hinted that you thought Obama's election was a possible culmination of the cultural and political activism of the 1960s leftists, and pondered whether it "signified the early tremors of a nonviolent revolution." Well, did it?
Krassner: There are too many outside variable factors that leave me only with hope. But as the singer/songwriter Harry Chapin once told me, "If you don't act like there's hope, there is no hope." And remember, placebos work.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Secret and Suppressed II
http://feralhouse.com/titles/new_releases/secret_and_suppressed_ii.phpSecret and Suppressed II
Banned Ideas and Hidden History into the 21st Century
Edited by Adam Parfrey and Kenn Thomas
277 pages • 5.5 x 8.5 • ISBN: 978-1-932595-35-2
Price: $17
Just in time for the presidential election, Secret and Suppressed II’s new revelations — Newspeak, The Illuminated, Parascience, and The Controllers — illuminate the paranoid and nightmarish post-9/11 planet.
Contributors: Robert Anton Wilson, Jim Hougan, Paul Krassner, Mae Brussell, Adam Weishaupt, Jim Marrs, Joseph P. Farrell, Mike Bara, Craig Heimbichner, Richard Sauder, Joan D’Arc, Al Hidell, Jay Weidner, Col. Fletcher Prouty, Adam Gorightly, Harry Helms, Mark Bruback, Douglas Hawes, William W. Flint, Jerry E. Smith, Robert Sterling, David Martin
TABLE OF CONTENTS
DEMONS FROM THE FAR SIDE OF TRUTH
NEWSPEAK
Seventeen Techniques for Truth Suppression by David Martin
The Mind of Mae Brussell by Paul Krassner
The Evil Feedback Loop: Mae Brussell Interviewed by Conspiracy Digest
THE ILLUMINATED
Who Was Adam Weishaupt? by Mark Bruback
Occult Theocrasy by Lady Queenborough
Weishaupt Meets Wilson by Robert Anton Wilson
From Diogenes’ Lamp by Adam Weishaupt
The Idiots Guide to the Cryptocracy by Craig Heimbichner
Brotherhood of the Gun by Craig Heimbichner
Holy War, Ground Zero by Adam Parfrey
Occult Nashville by Jim Marrs
Tiffany Overtakes Tuesday Weld by Adam Gorightly and Douglas Hawes
PARASCIENCE
Are Aliens and the Technology Underground and Undersea? by Richard Sauder
The Secret History of NASA by Mike Bara
The Darwin Wars by Joan D’Arc
Wilhelm Reich, Eisenhower and the Aliens by Kenn Thomas
Secret Weather Wars by Jerry E. Smith
The Bussard Fusion Reactor and its Detractors by William W. Flint
THE CONTROLLERS
The Next Vietnam by Colonel Fletcher L. Prouty
Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple by Jim Hougan
Exposing the Nazi International: An Analysis by Joseph P. Farrell
Lingering Questions About 9/11 by Harry Helms
Paranotes by Al Hidell
Ohio Vote-Rigging Convictions
The Green Scare
Thought-Crime and Punishment
This Apple Isn’t Green
The Big iPod is Tracking You
Tougher Nuke Plant Security Standards Nixed
Bloggers Behind Bars
Cell Phone Genocide
Timothy McVeigh: Lost and Found
Lobbying “Reform” Sham
The Real U.S. Attorney Scandal
TB-Infected Lawyer Evaded Homeland Security
Homeland InSecurity
Brits Caught Up in “Shadowy War”
Wal-Mart Paid me to be Paranoid
Global Pedophile Ring Broken
Washington Pedophile Ring Intact
The Price of Loyalty
The “Gay Bomb”
Subprime Scapegoats
Fuzzy Math
More Fuzzy Math
Dollar Collapse Danger
Chinese Embrace Conspiracy
Subliminal Science
Air Force Official Found Dead
A Billion Here, a Billion There
Microchip Health Hazard
“Welcome to Islamberg”
McCain and Hillary’s Occult Connections
Obama’s Cousin Accused of Ethnic Cleansing
The Next Bubble
The Doomsday Seed Vault
“Smiley-Face” Serial Killings
Tens of Thousands Covered Up
Iraq Commander Details Bush Rant
Electronic Votescam by Robert Sterling
The Culling by Jay Weidner
About the Authors
Excerpts
Photo Insert (8 pages)
http://konformist.com/2008/secretandsuppressed2.pdf
Demons From The Far Side of Truth
http://konformist.com/2008/secretandsuppressed2-excerpt.pdf
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Confessions of a Barista
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/confessions-of-a-barista_b_110853.html
Paul Krassner
Confessions of a Barista
Posted July 4, 2008
Hi, my name is Paul. I'm a barista at Starbucks -- or I should say that I was a barista -- but I still feel that I am one, even though I've been given my walking papers, my pink slip, whatever you want to call it, I've been fired from my job. Just my luck, on Independence Day weekend, I'm suddenly dependent on family, friends and Unemployment Insurance.
It's all because the economy sucks so bad that it's turning inside out. They're closing down 600 "under-performing" stores -- some wise guy said, "Yeah, and 38 of 'em are on my block" -- and letting go of 12,000 employees. People can no longer afford to drive to a Starbucks and then buy a cup of coffee that costs more than a gallon of gas.
What I'll miss about my work is the atmosphere -- you know, the ambitious writers tapping away on their keyboards, and the unsuspecting readers who enjoy their output -- sort of like a literary laptop dance.
What I won't miss about my work is the feeble attempt at humor by customers. Each time somebody says, "Oh, I get it, when you say tall size, you really mean small size," they always think they're the first one who ever made that observation.
And those jokes that just make you groan out loud: "Darth Vader walks into a Starbucks and orders a grande breakfast blend. The barista says, 'Would you like room for cream?' And Darth Vader says, 'No, I prefer it on the dark side.'" Or this one: "A spark plug walks into a Starbucks and orders a venti Sumatra. And the barista says, 'Okay, I'll serve you. Just don't start anything.'" Or this: "A skeleton walks into a Starbucks and says, 'Give me a macchiato and a mop.'" And this: "A woman walks into a Starbucks for a capuccino, and the barista says, 'Would you also like to buy something from our bakery and wash it down with a new Norah Jones CD?'"
I didn't move to Los Angeles to be a barista. I'm actually an actor. At first I resented being a cross between a waiter and a vending machine. On one occasion, I really lost it. A customer was being so rude to me, criticizing me for overcharging him, I just said, "Sir, please look carefully at your receipt. The machine doesn't lie." That's when he went into a rage. Well, I served him his "latte with everything," including the saliva I managed to add.
But then I had a little epiphany. I was at the airport, and I saw a sign -- "Last Starbucks Before Terminal 2" -- and I felt a little surge of pride. I had come to identify with the brand. And I realized, all right, if I'm an actor, then I'm playing the part of a barista, and I will put all my training into that role.
As a result, I paid attention to the other actors, the ones who were playing the part of customers, and I understood that they were addicted to caffeine and I had become addicted to being their dealer. Well, my new friends, that's it for now. Thank you for listening. This is my first time at Baristas Anonymous, but you can be sure I'll be back.
Paul Krassner
Confessions of a Barista
Posted July 4, 2008
Hi, my name is Paul. I'm a barista at Starbucks -- or I should say that I was a barista -- but I still feel that I am one, even though I've been given my walking papers, my pink slip, whatever you want to call it, I've been fired from my job. Just my luck, on Independence Day weekend, I'm suddenly dependent on family, friends and Unemployment Insurance.
It's all because the economy sucks so bad that it's turning inside out. They're closing down 600 "under-performing" stores -- some wise guy said, "Yeah, and 38 of 'em are on my block" -- and letting go of 12,000 employees. People can no longer afford to drive to a Starbucks and then buy a cup of coffee that costs more than a gallon of gas.
What I'll miss about my work is the atmosphere -- you know, the ambitious writers tapping away on their keyboards, and the unsuspecting readers who enjoy their output -- sort of like a literary laptop dance.
What I won't miss about my work is the feeble attempt at humor by customers. Each time somebody says, "Oh, I get it, when you say tall size, you really mean small size," they always think they're the first one who ever made that observation.
And those jokes that just make you groan out loud: "Darth Vader walks into a Starbucks and orders a grande breakfast blend. The barista says, 'Would you like room for cream?' And Darth Vader says, 'No, I prefer it on the dark side.'" Or this one: "A spark plug walks into a Starbucks and orders a venti Sumatra. And the barista says, 'Okay, I'll serve you. Just don't start anything.'" Or this: "A skeleton walks into a Starbucks and says, 'Give me a macchiato and a mop.'" And this: "A woman walks into a Starbucks for a capuccino, and the barista says, 'Would you also like to buy something from our bakery and wash it down with a new Norah Jones CD?'"
I didn't move to Los Angeles to be a barista. I'm actually an actor. At first I resented being a cross between a waiter and a vending machine. On one occasion, I really lost it. A customer was being so rude to me, criticizing me for overcharging him, I just said, "Sir, please look carefully at your receipt. The machine doesn't lie." That's when he went into a rage. Well, I served him his "latte with everything," including the saliva I managed to add.
But then I had a little epiphany. I was at the airport, and I saw a sign -- "Last Starbucks Before Terminal 2" -- and I felt a little surge of pride. I had come to identify with the brand. And I realized, all right, if I'm an actor, then I'm playing the part of a barista, and I will put all my training into that role.
As a result, I paid attention to the other actors, the ones who were playing the part of customers, and I understood that they were addicted to caffeine and I had become addicted to being their dealer. Well, my new friends, that's it for now. Thank you for listening. This is my first time at Baristas Anonymous, but you can be sure I'll be back.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Lava Cocktail Hour: Bob Dobbs
Lava Cocktail Hour: Bob Dobbs
Check out this great interview w/ paramedia ecologist Bob Dobbs:
http://blog.lavacocktail.com/
http://blog.lavacocktail.com/2008/03/21/lava-cocktail-hour-bob-dobbs.aspx
On Thursday March 27, 2008 @ 2:00 PM CDT The Realist editor, High Times columnist, co-founder of the Yippies, editor of Magic Mushrooms and other Highs and Grammy award nominee Paul Krassner will be in the Lava Cocktail Lounge!
Join in on the fun @:
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/LavaCocktail
Call-in Number: (347) 945-5387
Cheers,
Jaye Beldo
www.lavacocktail.com
Lava Cocktail: A Toast to your Psychic Health!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
The Roots of a Counter-Culture
http://fora.tv/2007/07/26/Summer_of_Love_at_40
San Francisco, CA
Jul 26th, 2007
The Roots of a Counter-Culture with panelists, David E. Smith, Executive Medical Director, Prometa Center for Addiction; Founder, Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic, Wavy Gravy, Activist; Clown; Former Frozen Dessert, Wes "Scoop" Nisker, Author; Radio Commentator; Paul Krassner, Writer, Founder, The Realist Magazine, moderated by Peter Finch,Co-host, KFOG Morning Show.
In the summer of 1967, youths from all over the country converged on San Francisco and laid the foundation for a socio-political legacy. Forty years later, decisions made during the Summer of Love continue to have an impact on our national politics and our lives. Join in a discussion with panelists who witnessed the revelry and the repercussions of a summer that shaped not only a generation, but a way of life. - Commonwealth Club of California
San Francisco, CA
Jul 26th, 2007
The Roots of a Counter-Culture with panelists, David E. Smith, Executive Medical Director, Prometa Center for Addiction; Founder, Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic, Wavy Gravy, Activist; Clown; Former Frozen Dessert, Wes "Scoop" Nisker, Author; Radio Commentator; Paul Krassner, Writer, Founder, The Realist Magazine, moderated by Peter Finch,Co-host, KFOG Morning Show.
In the summer of 1967, youths from all over the country converged on San Francisco and laid the foundation for a socio-political legacy. Forty years later, decisions made during the Summer of Love continue to have an impact on our national politics and our lives. Join in a discussion with panelists who witnessed the revelry and the repercussions of a summer that shaped not only a generation, but a way of life. - Commonwealth Club of California
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