It’s a Cacophony Spring! — Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society book release events in May 2013

City Lights Bookstore SF, where modern American literature was born, announces:

Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society LAUNCH PARTY !
Thursday, May 16, 2013, 7:00 P.M., City Lights Boosktore, San Francisco, California

“An evening of irreverent antics

with Kevin Evans, Carrie Galbraith, John Law and friends

celebrating the release of

Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society
Edited by Kevin Evans, Carrie Galbraith and John Law

published by Last Gasp Books

Come one, come all…..at your own risk.

A template for pranksters, artists, adventurers and anyone interested in rampant creativity, Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society is the history of the most influential underground cabal you’ve never heard of. Rising from the ashes of the mysterious and legendary Suicide Club, the Cacophony Society, at its zenith, hosted chapters in over a dozen major cities, and influenced much of what was once called the underground. The Cacophony Society’s epic exploits radically changed the way people live and play in the world. The group inspired Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club and Burning Man and helped start pop culture trends including flash mobs, urban exploration, and culture jamming.”

What has been said about Tales of the San Francisco Cacophony Society:

How to save the post office AND get rid of junk mail

News that the Post Office of the United States of America is struggling to stay open should break your heart. Like the crumbling of the Fourth Estate or the egregiously humiliating restrictions on travel, it’s a mark of a closing society.

Luckily, the people of America are some crafty, patriotic individuals. And corporations, as “people,” can be picked on — and possibly overpowered — using their own weapons of mass irritation.

So. Two big birds, one big stone:

That junk mail cramming your inbox full of “offers” for useless items, insurances, and credit scams? From now on, don’t toss it in the recycling without another thought. Instead — and this is satisfying — look for the return envelopes which don’t require postage and mail the junk straight on back to the faceless entities wastefully tearing down trees in the name of soliciting you. That way, they have to pay the USPS for it.

Ripping up the insides of the mailer sends a clear message to the company to re-think mass mailers. Include other non-SASE junk along with it, if it fits.

Imagine if we all did this religiously. Talk about a powerful non-partisan action to keep the US Postal Service in business — and to keep the ‘public’ in ‘Republic.’ Plus: Annoy those corporations who annoy you! Win-win.

Smiley-faces, stickers, an encouraging note … we want to be classy about this, and be sure the workers opening the mail don’t get insulted. Gift them with a smile, even if all you can muster is a sarcastic one.

Imagine a future-world where private companies control all the mail in America and — after continuous service to We the People, through rain, sleet, snow, and hail since 1775 — all the Post Offices are closed. Packages would eventually be seized, held, and stolen without accountability. Service prices would be jacked up in cartels. All manner of “free” (rigged)-market hijinks would occur; all manner of poor people would be disqualified. Bully for the surveillance state; bad for those who need a reliable and centralized mail service. Plus, community. And isn’t the Pony Express / heroic mail-carrier image an inexorable part of Americana?

Oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman / thanks for everything; we’ll get your back if we can.

MORE: Petition to save the USPS via Congressional bill HR22 here.

Look at this nutritional analysis of GMO vs. non-genetically-modified corn

SOURCE: ProfitProAg.com

So then, you could technically look overweight and nutritionally starve to death. Imagine how much healthier and less stupid Americans would be if we knew we were mineral-starved cretins eating a “product” of high-falutin’ science, appearing as food, which animals won’t touch. You know, like if Monsanto were forced to label GMO foods so we could see if and when we were poisoning ourselves.

And it’s no wonder pigs don’t eat GMO corn if given the choice. They can smell the 200ppm of formaldehyde …

not to mention the countless Monsanto employees who pepper the highest offices of government

Read more about the Monsanto Protection Act which just passed through the whores of Congress, and probably will remain unmentioned and uncontested by mainstream presstitutes and hairsprayed talking heads. Short version: America is Monsanto’s bitch.

NOTE: Genetic modification is not the same thing at all as selective breeding, which is when humans cross-breed plants throughout the span of agricultural history to effect a desirable outcome. Genetic modification is when a monolithic world-destroying corporation pays top dollar to have scientists insert non-corn genes into corn, like Dr. Frankenstein would stitch together a zombie made of different animal and plant parts and then sculpt it to where it looked vaguely corn-like.

Systemic pesticides, used hand-in-hand with GMO crops, are another scary Frankenfood health problem altogether.

It makes sense to pay a dollar or two more for the real food from now on. A girl can’t not have nachos. Those non-GMO corn chips are delicious but hard to find, since around 90 percent of American corn — as well as canola, the oil which food providers fry corn chips and everything else in — is genetically-modified. Also don’t forget to remember, considering any meat and dairy not labeled “organic” or “No GMO”, that those animals have most certainly been fed a steady diet their entire lives of hardly anything but Roundup-Ready, genetically-modified corn. (P.S. Cows are not supposed to eat corn.)

And, yeah, there’s more. Regulators have even discovered a hidden viral gene in GMO crops. Specifically, “the most common genetic regulatory sequence in commercial GMOs also encodes a significant fragment of a viral gene.”

Hey wait — viruses can cause cancer. And since genes mutate on their own, and differently each time, according to their whims … what could possibly go wrong?

although moderately active and health-conscious, David was entirely unaware he’d been eating chemical shellgames in place of food since the 1990s

Hat tip to the Abovetopsecret forum where this analysis was found. ProfitProAg, the company who did the analysis, verified the document’s authenticity.

Sacred Geometry Explained

Scoop your brains off the floor after 20 minutes of this.

part two, courtesy Youtube user achozen shaman:

BOOSH, life is amazing. And math may even appear a little less difficult now. Maybe.

more info about universal magic-math at http://www.sacredgeometry.com.au

RT’s Abby Martin on everything you need to know about the NDAA

Here’s a refreshingly direct piece by RT’s Abby Martin, Manuel Rapalo, and Ameera David interviewing Chris Hedges, Tangerine Bolen, and others about the NDAA and why every American should care about it.

Fauxtest SF 2013, Wavy Gravy, and the English Disco Lovers: Nontroversy

Only in San Francisco would the thirtysomethingth-year-annual Saint Stupid’s Day Parade not suffice for the clowntemporary poli-tickle set. Introducing Fauxtest SF.

Imagine First Church of the Last Laugh recombined with its parent company the Cacophony Society, and spit out the other side of #Occupy to re-ridiculize any potential self-seriousness. Nontroversial bro-testers were allowed to air petty annoyances and bland opinions about nothing and randoms this past Friday:

from FuncheapSF.com

Bay Areans are long practiced in the spiritual art of making an ass of oneself in order to mASSacre an unwieldy ego. Who needs a theRAPIST when a clown nose and a conniption fit work just as well? … No word yet on whether San Francisco’s notoriously good-humored cops fake-billyclubbed someone or pretended to pepper-spray paradegoers. Heyooooo!

@Danger_Ranger, one of the original Fauxtesters from Cacophonous times immemorial, and friends

NO MORE CHANTING! NO MORE CHANTING! NO MORE CHANTING! …

… and in case yall were wonderin’ who the dang paterfamilias of this whole shebang is, it’s the King of the Clowns, Wavy Gravy. Watch his new documentary Saint Misbehavin’ if you think the original hippies weren’t tough, or that laughter isn’t the best uh … well, the best.

Related: The newly-formed English Disco Lovers organization, or EDL, is currently overtaking the dogwhistle-racist, hatery English Defence League in a polyfaceted polyester coup of both search-engine popularity and feelgood PR. Join the cause, won’t you? Allya gotta do is Google “English Disco Lovers EDL,” and/or go to EDL.me. Boom (chicka boom) — you’re a dancefloor clicktivist.

Make Yourself an Indian Headdress (*please don’t, actually, but here are the plans)

GAH! So painful. We LOVE feathers. Also raised on one side of the family by nothing but Choctaw. Possibly part Choctaw or Shawnee meself, says the lady down at the Indian Services office, but Dad was adopted so we’ll never know.

They told him he was white, but that may have been just to protect him from the grief they got. They lived in little houses and big trailers, not on reservations. We didn’t ever discuss pow-wows or anything like that, even though this little tyke asked relentless questions. Those who still knew the ways … they forgot on purpose, and told the kids to forget it, too. It was easier that way in Mississippi.

Choctaws did not and do not wear war bonnets. Hardly anyone did / does in the Native nations, except for male Plains tribal leaders, and then, only sometimes. Unless you’re “Indian” (so named because Columbus got lost), wearing a war bonnet is completely disrespectful, cartoonish, and insensitive to the fact that Native American culture isn’t a monolithic Hollywood relic. We do NOT recommend or endorse it. Nobody except that Village People guy can get away with it. Maybe not even him.

Gorgeous drawing, though.

… We merely saved the illustration so we could learn how to finish up turkey feathers found on the roadside, for one-or-two-feather hair decorations and crafts of other non-racist types. Blueprints for single feather activities, nothing more. Scalp’s honor. ::snort::

Turkey feathers. Not eagle feathers! Don’t f-ing touch those.