A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.


I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.


Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...

The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to

be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.

NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .

The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.



PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...

understanding that violence is sometimes needed

does not mean I like anything about the sound

of fists hitting faces

Boxing is too much for me

make me feel like I am watching

dog fights with toothless pitbulls

"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.

My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into

revolutionary wars

the CIA


will break out in the next twenty years all over the

world, including here...

But Ill tell ya,

if there is not some redistribution of

wealth here there and everywhere




My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful

so we can win

without bloodshed

Total War for Total Peace

Never incites violence

or destroys property

you should be able

to go to protests with strollers and babies

parents feeling as safe as the police

Now, poetry...

I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...


A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought

THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns

You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature

we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China

nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time

No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.

There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.

  • You are a spark in dry timber, stopped from becoming a roaring flame
    They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
    • OUR LACK OF RESOLVE TO CHANGE OUR WORLD MUST PUZZLE THE GODS THEMSELVES.... how can we be this collectively dum? And if we are....then the brains will be looked to as potential saviors.... when all too often they are just psocyo-paths and stooges and scared folks under the gun who are ALLOWED to CON EVERYONE... FOR THE GOOD OF A

A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.

the promise

You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.

No other position is saf

da general

Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.

I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...

THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.

Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....

HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...

I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.


Thank you.


boofery of john da booFIST

I don't expect people to do a lot of literary mining when they read me, and I don't want to only write for a few highly sophisticated critics and eager grad students and Marxist reviewer's fro the Nation (who I love dearly... man, I would like to get a few of them over here for dinner... hey, Nation people, email me and we'll toke doobies in the windy city and blow the smoke on those stoner mallards who hang out at the park down by the lake with the junkies, who think it's funny to see them get all excited and flap around playing like ducklings).

I hope that the ideas that I am writing about, the behavior I am attempting to INSPIRE, gets across to real people who need to be reminded and prodded to act on the knowledge that they live in a scientific equation that is presently badly weighed against the planet surviving GLOBAL WARMING. They can essentially be a part of the problem and part of the solution at the same time in this post--modern multi-faced culture of ours.

I think if the audience is lost, the writer has done something wrong. I mean, if the idea is important enough for someone to think they have to write about it, then if it isn't getting across, the story has done nothing. I don't buy the whole argument that writers are not responsible for what they write. That is why we have liable laws and inciting riots laws and screaming fire laws and laws against threatening to harm the president laws and laws against using racial epithets laws in the workplace to describe someone who pisses them off. On the other hand (one of them at least), I write what I want when I want regardless, as long as it does no harm.

Writers should be like doctors -- try to do no harm. Unless, of course, something needs to be harmed... innocent individuals are off limits to me. But if you are in a cult, or treat other people like shit, or are using your fame to become a metaphor for inspiring evil, I am going to be a voice on the outside screaming at you that you have HEADINTHEASSITIS and better pull out your mouth (no matter how much you like licking down there) before you drown in your own butt juices... and I am going to go mano mano to stop them if that's what it takes to keep a few readers of mine from going into a scientology office and getting brainwashed into thinking they are supermen. You wonder, with the big stars, if they do really convince them they have magic powers? You could do this, I suppose. I HAVE GOT TO WRITE ANOTHER TOADHEAD SMOOZE, where his handlers are convincing him he is opening a door with his mind, while in reality one of them is using a string, which he sees... and is told that he doesn't see it, over and over, and begins chanting it isn't there. The cult handlers tell him that if he no longer looks at the string, he can easily believe that it does not exist. I suppose they could use their breathing exercises to make his mind conducive to spraying a little Windex in ears and using extra long q-tips that they tell him are actually going into his brain and making everything shiny and new looking.

They probably have a secret book about this. Some religion... they don't want anybody but them to write about themselves.

Kind of like the Mormon’s saying that boof who says he found gold tablets that disappeared before anyone could see them and sounded suspiciously like the religious debates of the time, was assassinated. He was actually caught by an angry mob after he pulled a land grab scheme -- a scheme he had pulled off in other cities. And the Nauvoo’s hung his ass for his crimes. They make it out like it was religious oppression, but no -- they were killing a fucking snake in the grass. Half my illustrious family, once kings of half of England, original protestant invaders of Ireland and Crusaders and Templers... kings and friends of kings with Castle Ridgway.--... chose to go Mormon in the thirties. I think the great depression caused a lot of people to jump into this cult that pretty much took care of anybody who lived within their culture. Economics, Marx might say... Economics are the roots of even something as esoteric as madness. . . It's fun for me to read this book from 1938 by professor Ridgway, about the days when our family was rich enough to bequeath ten villages and various towns so Westminster Abbey could be built, but it is stilted reading. Sometimes there are lists. Like the one I joked about in here a few years ago when I wrote a big thing about the Ridgway book, where like six generations of Ridgway’s were known simply because they were killed by The Danes. I swear, the statement, HE WAS KILLED BY THE DANES, appears about fifty times in the book. I personally know nothing about Danes and could care less. That was them, this is me. What we have in common is barely legible to most people, though others know there is a rich tradition of scholarship and arts and that some of it seems to have seeped down to me . . . well okay,
the others are just me... might as well be honest, since I have little else to recommend me, and it is a free way for me to feel moral, righteous and engaged and it is a free way for me to feel moral sound, rightous, and engaged.

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