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I'm in a city, a real city, no longer stuck miles from civilization without transportation, despite the circumstances that brought us here, there's a bus stop right across the street that can get me anywhere, so I thought that's it, no more Disinfotainment Today until I get a job, a real job, a job that'll give me my own hard-earned income, an address, a car, off the dole, self esteem, the road to success where you don't have to keep to the right and all the billboards are for products you can afford.
 
Then I thought fuck that, I've combed the classifieds and submitted to every gig I could possibly get, I'm finally reunited with my computer, what's there left to do but sit back, or in this case forward, and type.
 
This issue of Disinfotainment Today is coming to you from the middle of an entirely different nowhere, the skylit basement of the Spirit House in Seattle, headquarters of "the world's foremost drug policy reform rally." Thanks to Paul Krassner, I was taken in by this guy, Vivian McPeak, who runs this. Yep I'm in the notorious Hippie Hilton, temporary shelter in clouds of smoke, attached to the underground at the hip, oh yes, no surprise, the movement lives on, ladies and gentlemen, and brothers like me deserve a place to stay till they can get back on their feet while stoning them out so much they can barely stand up. Who else would take us in but a bunch of politically aware drug war activists whose cause I not only whole-heartedly endorse but whole-lungedly wallow in.
 
Can't believe I've gone this long without my computer. It's like I arrived with only half my brain, my cerebral cortex still in Ilwaco, which was a disaster, the world's shittiest fishing boat in the world's coolest location, good idea, bad execution, magnificent when sitting on deck, but enter the cabin hapless traveler and discover the miraculous relationship between diesel and slime, but that's quite another story, details to be filled in later, as is the week in San Francisco, thanks to Ben Thomas, reader, fan, magnificent human being, where we but dreamt of the Ilwaco nightmare from a hotel overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge eating organic food bought in the Haight. But I digress and degrass, suffering from lack of THC, if I boggle down in the details, I'll never pry myself loose from this paragraph and get on with it.
 
Still broke, I seek the freebies, the Whole Foods Market two blocks away, an area where you can eat their food, with a microwave, toaster, free butter, and a bagel cutter, it's become my farmers market, if I had a laptop, that's where I'd be right now. I bring my own coffee, buy a snack, sit for hours, read the papers without paying, do the crossword puzzles in pen, then neatly fold them back and return them to the middle of the stack.


I decide to write. I'm thinking The Hempranos, where Tony Hemprano runs the Badda-Bong, a medical marijuana dispensary in downtown whatever, shoot it in Canada and call it Cincinnati, where nothing's normal and everything's NORML because we're talking consumption, massive, massive consumption, like take what you might consume in a week in the old days, put it in bongzilla, fire it up and fire it up again and again till bye bye planet, much less the next two hours, an endless circus parade of supercharged thought, three rings, no elephants, thousands of midgets, confetti flung from the trapeze by bears on unicycles. On the street? Like this? No way, man, I'm not moving till the universe gets out of my head and the ringmaster whips those lions back in the cage.

I lost my cap. We were sitting at the bus stop. Across the street was a shop called "Found it!" I pointed and said to Max "Maybe they've got it." He looked and laughed but this somehow struck me as the funniest thing I'd ever said and I couldn't stop laughing, tears pouring down my face, Max thought it was funny but not THAT funny, and in retrospect what a stoned wackjob I was, in public, a disgrace, embarrassing the hell out of my son until the bus arrived and took us to where? Oh yeah, the library, where you can find anything but employment without a doctorate in library sciences, which leaves the Eliot Bay Bookstore, one of the all time best, right off Pioneer Square, south of the Pike Place Market, an enterprise so massive it even kept Max, the voracious non-reader, entertained for hours.

If I'm sure of anything, it's that the movement lives on in a subterranean outpost of mainline subculture. I've joined the underground again, a very merry prankster in the midst of the common fellowship of humanity, a sleeping car on the mystical orient express to Tibet, a spiritual awakening, sitting at the feet of several masters, watching it all happen, wondering how to tell it without blowing it, like The Stranger, a local weekly paper that got heat for writing about a cool underground club which got the club shut down. Tell it I must. You know the drill. Fact must masquerade as fiction. Why do I get the feeling I've written this before, only not on a computer, on chewed-up home-made hemp paper, with disappearing squid ink, on a remote desert island without a remote, putting it in a bottle and throwing it into the ocean to be eaten by some fishes who were eaten by some fishes and swallowed by a whale who grew so old he decomposed and his basic elements were given back to the ocean where they came out of a faucet and taste just like a teardrop. Like Harry Nilsson said, "Now think about your troubles."

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Assholes of the Week by Paul Krassner
 
  • The parents of Jerry Yang and the parents of the late Tammy Faye Messner, for their strictness that went awry. Jerry, who won $8.25 million at the World Series of Poker, was forbidden to gamble as a child, and Tammy Faye, known for her trademark false eyelashes and overbearing facial cosmetics, grew up in a rigid home where she was forbidden to wear makeup.
  • National Intelligence Director Mike McConnell, for defending newly approved CIA torture boundaries - "If I announce what the specific [permissible] measures are," he said, "it would aid those who want to resist those measures" - and an anonymous administration official, who parroted the party line that, if such tactics were not kept secret, it would "only enable Al Qaeda to train against those [methods] they know are on or off." Sample training moment: "All right, gentlemen, when you are given the water-boarding treatment, keep saying to yourself, I'm not drowning, I'm not drowning..."
  • Dick Cheney, for pretending that it was a sudden change for him to be in charge of the White House only during the 2-1/2 hours that the so-called president was under sedation for a colonoscopy. Also, E-bay has confirmed that Cheney attempted to auction off the five polyps which were removed from Bush's colon and diagnosed as benign despite their malignant host.
  • Senators John D. Rockefeller IV and Daniel K. Inouye (both Democrats) for respectively sponsoring and fast-tracking a bill directing the FCC to maintain a policy that a single word or image can be enough to trigger indecency fines. Bush reacted, "This shit has got to stop," and Cheney said, "Go fuck yourself."
  • NBC producers for bribing police across the country, and those same police for accepting the bribes, to let Dateline film confrontations with suspects who were lured to homes with hidden cameras, including a suspected predator who was arrested and filmed at his own home after failing to show up at a rigged house 35 miles away, and killed himself as the cameras closed in on him. A spokesperson for NBC had no comment except to announce the networks upcoming new series, Entrapped.
  • Dr. David Matlock, a pioneer in "boutique cosmetic gynecologic laser surgery,"" for marketing the procedure - costing $6,000-$8,000 - as enhancing a woman's sexual experience. What's next: iPhone-2 will include a vibrating dildo.
  • Purdue Pharmacy and three of its executives, for claiming to doctors that the prescription painkiller OxyContin was less addictive and less subject to abuse than other such medications, while the drug has resulted in hundreds of deaths each year. True, their pain disappeared in the process. However, prosecutors have dropped the charge that physicians were urged to suggest that patients pop the perilous pills with a Pez dispenser.
  • The DEA, for sending threatening letters to landlords who rent space to medical marijuana dispensaries, causing many unnecessary and illegal evictions. Although the 5,000-year-old weed has not caused any deaths, there have been fears that users would raid their neighbors refrigerators.
  • The Chinese government, for not making use of its oil-buying leverage with Sudan to end the strife in Darfur. Activists have threatened to brand the Olympic games in Beijing as the "Genocide Olympics" if China does not apply pressure on Sudan to stop the conflict. Meanwhile, China insists that it is becoming more humane every day, and now allows slave laborers to listen to pirated CDs while they work.
  • Former Hollywood madam Jody "Babydoll" Gibson, for planning to testify in the Phil Spector trial that Lana Clarkson worked for her as a prostitute, even though Gibson's "trick book," which was seized as evidence in her own trial, had been doctored to include a fake Clarkson entry. Concomitantly, People magazine has selected Spector as "the sexiest man alive."
  • Anti-Asshole of the Week: Rev. Reggie Longcrier, who YouTubed this question to John Edwards in the course of the, er um, debate on CNN: "Politicians have used religion to justify slavery, segregation and men-only voting. So why is it still acceptable to use religion to deny gay Americans their full and equal rights?" Edwards justified his own religious beliefs to explain his opposition to gay marriage, and Ann Coulter commented, "Okay, maybe he isn't a faggot then."
Paul Krassner is the author of One Hand Jerking: Reports From an Investigative Satirist, and publisher of the Disneyland Memorial Orgy poster, both available at paulkrassner.com.
 
Musical News
 
Selling Arms
 
It would have to be a rainy day
I mean seriously cloudy
Before I'd ever sell arms to a Saudi
 
I'd have to be nauseous
I mean seriously retchin'
Before I'd ever sell arms to a Chechen.
 
I'd have to have a gaping wound
I mean seriously gushin'
Before I'd ever sell arms to a Russian
 
I'd have to be undercover
I mean seriously incognito
Before I'd sell arms to Hirohito
 
I'd have to be obnoxious
I mean seriously smarmy
Before I'd ever sell arms to an army
 
You get the picture. There's every country in the world, not to mention a specific dictator or two. Won't you please join me in composing more lyrics for this song?
 
Disadvertainment of the Week
 
The Invitation
 
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
 
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
 
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed
from fear of further pain.
 
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
 
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
 
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
 
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
 
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
Yes.
 
It doesn't interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
 
It doesn't interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
 
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
 
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
 
Terrorist of the Week
This supermassive black hole is gobbling up millions of suns
like a giant killer donut from hell and the filling is you.
 
9 out of 10 Tree Huggers Prefer to Get Shot with Ecco-AMMO(TM)
 
Eco-AMMO(TM) "meets the demand for close-quarters, reduced hazard munitions. Frangible projectiles break apart into harmless fragments upon hitting a surface harder than the projectile itself. Dangerous ricochets and collateral damage are virtually eliminated, while the lead free composition leaves no toxic residue. This so called Green ammo is ideally suited for training, indoor ranges, and any application where collateral damage must be minimized."
 
Positive Proof Reporters in the US are Finally
Developing the Balls to Ask Those Tough Questions
 
One reporter asked why the cavemen don't ease their way by getting a shave and a haircut.
"There's a name for those kind of people, and they're called 'shavers,' and the cavemen community looks down on them," Gordon said.
 
Sophistimicated Doowacky of the Week
 
Here's a rabbit who really likes your cursor.
 
Calling All Fans of the Firesign Theater
 
Okay, they might not be in the same league or even the same ballpark, but they do tell stories in a style that harkens to the old days, which puts them at least in the same ballgame. The Mustache Rangers are decisively low tech and hilarious outer space radio dramas. Think Second City meets Buck Rogers brought to you by Doc Johnson's Olde Tyme Elixir.
 
Positive Proof You Don't Need LSD to Hallucinate
 
FROM A LAW PROFESSOR IN FORT LAUDERDALE
 
Date: Wed, 9 May 2007 18:33:42 -0700 (PDT)
Subject:  [TheDolphinDemocrats] Thanks
 
Waymon and I are sorry that we could not come to today’s meeting, but we are leaving for Washington DC for his sister's wedding.  We both wanted to express our appreciation for all of the hard work that Ken Keechl did for us over the past weekend.  Without his hard work behind the scenes, we would not have had the result that we got.  It was not until he was involved did the airport take the situation seriously.  For those who did not follow the story (or only read the slanted story in the Sun-Sentinel), here is what happened:
 
On Tuesday morning while Waymon and I were waiting for our luggage, we heard a weird announcement come over the airport's PA system.  It said that "a man who lies with another man as he would a woman shall be subject to death."  Upon hearing this twice, we looked for security or a phone, but could not find either one.  We went home, and I called the airport when I woke up that morning.  After talking with several different people, I finally was able to talk to the manager of the airport.  He seemed disinterested, and just closed by saying that he was "sorry for the inconvenience."  I waited one day to see if he would follow up on the complaint.  
 
On Wednesday, after not hearing anything from the airport manager, I emailed Ken [a county commissioner] and contacted NBC6.  NBC6 did a story and Ken started working his political magic.  The next day, I received phone calls from airport officials and the sheriff's department telling me that they were both doing investigations.  On Friday morning, I received a call from the mayor who said that he was holding a press conference to apologize to us.  On Sunday, I received a call from the police that they were able to locate the person who made the announcement and that he confessed.  Ken contacted me as well.  
 
Throughout the interviews, we could not say enough about how much Ken did to move things along.  He was constantly checking in with us and making sure that the investigation was continuing.  Having Ken immediately push this forward resulted in exactly what we wanted all along – to make sure the person who made this announcement was fired.  Waymon and I can't thank him enough.
 
We have learned many lessons over the past week.  First, we realized how important it was to have an openly gay official who could help us.  He immediately understood the issue and pushed it when others were not so understanding.  Second, we learned how people still blame the victim for these types of events.  I have been asked what we were doing to get attention (getting our luggage, by the way).  Others quickly questioned our credibility (like I would make this up and possibly lose my license as a lawyer).  Some of the media focus was on the Bible, claiming that the main source of our complaint was hearing a Bible verse (see the Sun-Sentinel's headline this past week).  Third, we realized how we need to become more active in our community, so you will be seeing more of us here at Dolphin Dems meetings. 
 
The biggest lesson, however, was that we still have so much work to do as a community.  The level of hatred that has now been directed towards us this week has been amazing and eye-opening.  Just yesterday, a older woman approached Waymon at the grocery story and asked if he had been on TV this week.  He said that he had, and she responded by saying: "You faggots deserve what that guy said."  Earlier today, Waymon left the gym and found a piece of paper on his windshield that said "FAG!"  Through email and comments to articles online, we have been called every imaginable derogatory name for gay men.  Some even said that we must have been having sex in the bathroom and we just heard God talking to us out of guilt.  We have kept almost one hundred pages of comments that have circulated about us and the incident.  The majority of them have been hate-filled and even scary.  We are actually a bit scared and are taking security precautions, simply because we spoke out about hearing the words "subject to death" on the PA system of an international airport.  As I have said several times this week, if the words preceding "subject to death" were "Americans", "Christians", or "Muslims" instead of referring to gays, homeland security would have been involved!  All of these threats and hateful words we have heard this week just prove that we, along with Ken, took the right steps in pushing this important issue.
 
I would like to close again by thanking Ken and all of the officials that stepped up and helped solve this matter.
 
Waymon Hudson  &
Anthony S. Niedwiecki
 
Ass't Prof. of Law
Director of LSV  Program
Shepard Broad Law Center
Nova Southeastern  Univ.
 
Answers to Previous Stupid Questions
 
What's an eleven-letter word for "inevitable DC fruit?"
 
No, it's not "clusterfuck" or "Bushcracker." Nobody guessed "imPEACHment." What's wrong with you guys?
Stupid Question of the Week
 
After it was discovered that the diabetes drug Avandia significantly raises the risk of heart attack, the FDA decided NOT to pull the drug from the market but just to change the warning. Meanwhile, medical marijuana is still pulled from the market, presumably due to inadequate warning labels. The mind boggles with what such a warning would say. Gimme some.
 
Don't Take My Word For It
 
"The artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist."
- Novalis -
 
"Osama's plan was to get Bush to overreact and overreach. With the invasion of Iraq, Bush fell  slap-bang into that trap. Our latest National Intelligence Estimate suggests that Al Qaeda in Iraq is now among our most significant threats. As far as the eye can see, the likely consequences of Iraq range from the bad to the catastrophic. I cannot recall a more avoidable man-made disaster."
 
"[D]isease is a general condition of one's internal environment. It is not the symptoms we see, nor is it an entity that attacks us from somewhere else. If germs are involved, they arise as a primary symptom of that general condition. Though germs don't cause disease, secondary symptoms (commonly called the disease) are produced in response to their activity... Disease is a general underlying condition, not the symptoms we diagnose or the bugs involved."
- Robert O. Young, PhD., D.Sc. with Shelly Redford Young, L.M.T.: Sick and Tired? Reclaim Your Inner Terrain -
 
"That's a bold statement."
- John Travolta: Pulp Fiction -
 
    "All compounded things are impermanent.
    "All emotions are pain.
    "All things have no inherent existence.
    "Nirvana is beyond concepts."
- Buddha: The Four Seals -
 
    "The message of the four seals is meant to be understood literally, not metaphorically or mystically - and meant to be taken seriously. But the seals are not edicts or commandments. With a little contemplation one sees that there is nothing moralistic or ritualistic about them. There is no mention of good or bad behavior. They are secular truths based on wisdom, and wisdom is the primary concern of a Buddhist. Morals and ethics are secondary...
    "For the sake of communication we can say that these four views are the spine of Buddhism. We call them 'truths' because they're simply facts. They are not manufactured; they are not a mystical revelation of the Buddha. They did not become valid only after the Buddha began to teach. Living by these principles is not a ritual or technique. They don't qualify as morals or ethics, and they can't be trademarked or owned. There is no such thing as an 'infidel' or a 'blasphemer' in Buddhism because there is no one to be faithful to, to insult, or to doubt. However, those who are not aware of or do not believe in these four facts are considered by Buddhists to be ignorant. Such ignorance is not cause for moral judgment. If someone doesn't believe that humans have landed on the moon, or thinks that the world is flat, a scientist wouldn't call him a blasphemer, just ignorant. Likewise, if he doesn't believe in these four seals, he is not a infidel. In fact if someone were to produce proof that the logic of the four seals is false, that clinging to the self is actually not pain, or that some element defies impermanence, then Buddhists should willingly follow that path instead. Because what we seek is enlightenment and enlightenment means realization of the truth. So far, though, in all these centuries no proof has arisen to invalidate the four seals.
    If you think the entire West is somehow Satanic or immoral, it will be impossible to conquer and rehabilitate it, but if you have tolerance within yourself, this is equal to conquering. You can't smooth out the entire earth to make it easier to walk on with your bare feet, but by wearing shoes you protect yourself from rough unpleasant surfaces."
- Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse: What Makes You a Buddhist (Shambala Sun, Jan 2007) -
 
"Well, it's nothing special. Try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations. And finally, here are some completely gratuitous pictures of penises to annoy the censors and to hopefully spark some sort of controversy which it seems is the only way these days to get the jaded video-sated public off their fucking arses and back in the sodding cinema. Family entertainment bollocks! What they want is filth, people doing things to each other with chainsaws during Tupperware parties, babysitters being stabbed with knitting needles by gay presidential candidates, vigilante groups strangling chickens, armed bands of theatre critics exterminating mutant goats - where's the fun in pictures? Oh well, there we are - here's the theme music. Goodnight."
 
Satan Doesn't Want You To Know
 
All compounded things are impermanent, all emotions are pain, all things have no inherent existence, and nirvana is beyond concepts.






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  1. What the hell happened to us?
  2. Top Ten Myths I Can't Dismiss
  3. Secret Bullshit by Paul Krassner
  4. Watching People Go Mad
  5. My Childhood
  6. Going Postal with Green Stamps
  7. Tribute to Kurt Vonnegut and Sam Hill
  8. Earthrise by Jim Channon
  9. Letter to Ani DiFranco about Songs for Parents who Do Drugs
  10. Shlomo, the Openly Gay Moyl
  11. The Return of the Magic Button
  12. The Best Atheist on Television
  13. Hollywood Loses a Parade
  14. The Mystery of Thurber's Unicorn
  15. Primary Sources
  16. Indiana Jones & the Cache of Google
  17. Air Blue Away
  18. Van Dyke's Advice
  19. The Real Question
  20. Jan DeGrat: The Cyberputz who stole my domain name
  21. The Parts Left Out of "Chicago Ten" by Paul Krassner
  22. Robert Anton Wilson: Literary Loss by Paul Krassner
  23. The Book of Willy
  24. Top 10 Christmas Films
  25. Ben Hur Revisited or One Good Thing About Leprosy
  26. My reply to Mahmoud
  27. Bong Hits for Jesus
  28. Captain Dare of the starship Disinfotainment
  29. The Parts Left Out of Borat by Paul Krassner
  30. Searching for Nisa Paris Dare
  31. Mid-Term Election Guide
  32. Emergency letter from Robert Anton Wilson plus the astonishing solution
  33. The Real Threat of Global Warming
  34. Swami Beyondananda Calls for an Upwising
  35. The Legacy of Timothy Leary by Paul Krassner
  36. In the Line of Fire
  37. You can help end the war. Click here.
  38. The Difference Between Religion and Myth
  39. Getting High Down Under by Paul Krassner
  40. The Simpsons Episode from Hell
  41. Ice Cream Treat for Pedophiles by Paul Krassner
  42. Deluded Idiot of the Week: Linda Lightfoot - The E-Mail Forwarder
  43. Deluded Idiot of the Week: The Anonymous Anti-Immigration Shopper
  44. Boston Legal to the Rescue
  45. Cheney Bags his Limit
  46. The Corner of Irate and Insane or Have a little Danish with your hummus
  47. How I Would Re-Write the Constitution
  48. The Impossibles
  49. Meet an FBI Porn Squad Agent by Paul Krassner
  50. History Lesson from Hell - Frank Cavestani's Operation Last Patrol
  51. Create Your Own Pandemic and Media Scare! by Dana Ullman
  52. My New Years Resolution
  53. Fear and Laughing in Las Vegas by Paul Krassner
  54. Heavenly Times
  55. Professional Journalism, and not just a cheap attempt to get free Eagles tickets
  56. Personal Problems
  57. The Three Most Inappropriate Uses of the Presidential Seal
  58. 20 Articles I Never Finished Writing
  59. Lost In Translation: Iraqi CIA page translated into English
  60. Imagine There's No Jesus: Review of The God Who Wasn't There
  61. Harriet Miers: An Offer They Better Refuse
  62. There Goes the Son
  63. I Can't Believe I Hate the Whole Thing
  64. The Battle of New Orleans
  65. Bottom of the Birdcage Award for the Worst Newspaper in America
  66. Message from Art Kunkin about the new LA Free Press
  67. Christopher Walken Campaign Speech
  68. The Book of Job is a Crock
  69. Recognizing Rick
  70. The Boy Who Cried Wolf by Tim Ireland
  71. Guest Critic Michael Jackson reviews Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
  72. Ten Theories of Who Did the London Bombings by Mr. Conspiracy
  73. Confidential PBS Report by R.S. Janes
  74. Open Letters to the Kansas School Board
  75. Greed Glitch in Human DNA Discovered
  76. What We Can Learn from Penguins by Michael Dare
  77. Al Franken for President by Paul Krassner
  78. Mobile Media Memory Dump by Michael Dare
  79. The Speech I Wasn't Allowed to Give by Michael Dare
  80. Going, Going, Gonzo by Michael Dare
  81. Pride and Paranoia by Paul Krassner
  82. Happy April 15
  83. Pope John Paul on Satan for a Day
  84. Johnny Cochran Meets Dr. Hip by Paul Krassner
  85. Terri Schiavo on Satan for a Day
  86. The End of Journalism by Paul Krassner
  87. My First Crisis of Conscience
  88. Spoiler Alert: Million Dollar Baby or Won't Get Food Again
  89. Gonzo Journalist of the Year Award
  90. Fear and Loathing at the Funeral Parlor by Michael Dare
  91. Blowing Deadlines by Paul Krassner
  92. Meaningless Rant and the subsequent discussion of gay marriage
  93. Fever Dream I and III by Michael Dare
  94. Rumpleforeskin Awards for 2004 by Paul Krassner
  95. Happy New Year, Planet Earth by Jim Channon
  96. Double Agent by Paul Krassner
  97. I Confess, I'm breaking two new laws by Michael Dare
  98. The Brain Monologues by Michael Dare
  99. Chilling Effects by Paul Krassner
  100. Memorial to David Jove
  101. The Rapture President by Paul Krassner
  102. A Government Fable
  103. Russ Meyer and Beyond the Valley of the Dolls
  104. Mr. Metaphor on Stagecoaches
  105. A Kinder, Gentler Paper by Paul Krassner
  106. Little Guantanamo and the Republican Convention by Erin Starr
  107. Howl for Girlie Men by Paul Krassner
  108. The New Olympics
  109. The REAL My Pet Goat
  110. Republican Campaign Song by Michael Dare
  111. Defying Convention by Paul Krassner
  112. Zen Bastard: When Arnold Met Martha by Paul Krassner
  113. DVD of the Week: 911 In Plane Site
  114. "Urge Curt D. Pangracs to Quit His Job" Petition
  115. Meet the Norms by Michael Dare
  116. Zen Bastard: I Forgot What This Article is Called by Paul Krassner
  117. The Simpsons and the South Park Kids visit Abu Ghraib
  118. DVD of the Week: Orwell Rolls in His Grave
  119. Why I Won't Watch the Nick Berg Video
  120. The Destroyed Tapes of the Air Traffic Controllers on 9/11
  121. Zen Bastard: Deep Throats - Was Monica Lewinsky the 20th Hijacker? by Paul Krassner
  122. Letter to Mary Beckerman
  123. Four Zen Bastards by Paul Krassner
  124. Letter from Jack Cohen-Joppa of the U.S. Campaign to Free Mordechai Vanunu.
  125. Patrick Henry's "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death" Speech
  126. Free Bumperstickers
  127. Nothing Bad About Rabbits
  128. Studio Script Notes on The Passion by Steve Martin
  129. In the Eyes of the Law, I'm a Criminal by Montel Williams and Lawrence Grobel
  130. Why I'm Not a Terrorist
  131. My Candidate: John Buchanan: Bush's GOP Challenger Detained by US Secret Service
  132. Republican Zen Bastard: Meet the Republican who will Challenge Bush by Paul Krassner
  133. Zen Bastard: Predictions for 2004 by Paul Krassner
  134. Making the Yoke Obsolete
  135. Good News/Bad News about Saddam's Capture
  136. Zen Bastard: Blowjobs, Ballet, Baggies - the parts left out of the Reagan movie by Paul Krassner
  137. Tips on Junk Calls by Ken Rubin
  138. The Worst Commercial on Television
  139. Marketing Ploys from Hell
  140. Zen Bastard: Threats Against the President by Paul Krassner
  141. The Bush/Nazi Connection: Journalist John Buchanan gets targeted
  142. Why Schwarzenegger Gropes
  143. Issue #1 of the Hollywood Free Press
  144. Me and Monty Python
  145. Special 9/11 "Don't Take My Word for It"
  146. Zen Bastard: Who's Need to Know? by Paul Krassner
  147. Equal Time with Bob Boudelang, Angry American Patriot (An Other Triumph For George W. And You Cannot Prove Those Are My Baboon Noses So Stop Saying That!!)
  148. Mordechai Vanunu: The Prisoner of Zion by Mary La Rosa
  149. Equal Time with Bob Boudelang, Angry American Patriot (I Am Not Fair and Balanced and I Am Not A Sissy For Having A George W. Bush Doll So Stop Saying That!!)
  150. Bob Hope's Last Monologue from Heaven by Lynette Sheffield
  151. Inside/Outside #1: The Riddicks vs. Judge Burrell by Billy Hayes
  152. The California Choice
  153. Creation Science Fair Proves God Exists by Tom Norris
  154. What Would Jesus Do About Cramps? by Nancy Cain
  155. Summer Reading or Harry Potter vs. What's-His-Face
  156. Scumbags of the Week - Letter to the RIAA
  157. Hello Mullah, Hello Fatwah
  158. The Israeli Wall
  159. Dream Job or How Disinfotainment Today Almost Came Out in Print
  160. Celebrities vs. the United States Government
  161. Test of the National Homeland Reconciliation and Healing System
  162. The Still Missing Artifacts
  163. Why Bush is Nothing Like Hitler
  164. Tim Robbins' Speech to theNational Press Club
  165. Randy Newman's "Follow the Flag"
  166. How I would Re-Write the Bill of Rights by Satan
  167. I Didn't See the News Today, Oh Boy
  168. Global Voice by Jim Channon
  169. Daniel Ellsberg's Review of the Made-for-TV Movie The Pentagon Papers
  170. The Lemon Pledge of Allegiance
  171. U.S. Diplomat's Letter of Resignation
  172. Message from Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
  173. Obfuscation of the Week: Who grows the most opium? We do.
  174. Urgent Plea for Assistance from George W. Bush
  175. How I Got the Rights to Tom Robbins' Another Roadside Attraction
  176. Please Help the FBI Find These People
  177. The Adventures of Xarvon: Alien Investigator
  178. The Under-Reported Story of the Year - Margie Schoedinger vs. George W. Bush
  179. Why I'm Optimistic About the Future by Paul Krassner
  180. Booze (A movie I'd like to see)
  181. Hope (after the election)
  182. The Empty Boat by Chuang Tzu
  183. Special Halloween/Election Issue
  184. What's Wrong with Leonard Maltin?
  185. Forwarded E-mail from Satan
  186. A Letter from Tom Robbins
  187. Good Thing/Bad Thing - American Foreign Policy
  188. The Ultimate Politically Correct Flag and Pledge of Allegiance
  189. A Letter from Paul Krassner
  190. The History of Denials


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Acknowledgment of the Week
 
Disinfotainment Today wants to thank Paul, Nancy, Kevin, Forest, Alex, Dan, Don, Dylan, Charlene, and every other Peace Heathen, but mostly Viv whose humor, generosity and heart ring out across the universe, creating a family of spirit, fellowship and madness that's a joy to behold. Gimme an "H!" Gimme an "E!" Gimme an "M!" Gimme a "P!" What's that spell? I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you.

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