A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

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

HELLO THERE...

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.

tao

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.


NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE

EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY

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

predicts


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

WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR

THE HORROR

OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES




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...




PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS


A blood soaked Arthur has risen



be aware

be very aware


total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE

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
mankind


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
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???


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
immemorial










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
    only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...
    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
e

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.

TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.

Thank you.



2008/04/30

IS FEMA RUNNING OPERATION GARDEN PLOT

I visit this entry now on May sixth... of course there was no dissarray on May Day like the gov. seemed to almost expect. Why else have the exercises on May Day.






May first is traditionally the day that communist and socialists all over the world generally celebrate as The People. Odd that these tests are being run, all over the country, on this specific day. We all know that these tests must be run, but the paranoia they have instilled in me since I started being a peace activist has convinced me that there are secret cabals out there. And the Bush family, the nazi pope, and the mainstream media are all infilitrated. I do not know if this is going to be anything, this fema demonstration, but it will be a good day to lay low... so I am going to go march in the may day parade here in town to show my support for all political parties who want a voice in america, not just those solid few who believe they are untouchable by an underdog like me. By the way, Garden Plot is someting we studied extensively in military intelligence, and it is basically the military taking over the country in the event of a citizen revolt.


I wish they would just spend the fucking money working on the infrastructure of america, and a lot less time spent making sure that the american people can be contained in case some cabal, like the skull and bones for instance, really does turn out to be true.

These intelligence agencies are beyond the citizens. This is sad. If we coulod just open up the spy world, like it has been to me through experiences and college, people would see that a violent, fascist sub culture exists whether it is an institutionalized cultural habit, or something that is manufactured by THEY GREAT THEY (a moniker i WILL give to the cabal or whatever they are. I know that when they tried to get me to join, it meant doing some dark deeds that they tricked me into, and when the drugs they filled me with and the lies of the agents surrounding me finally began to die down, I learned that my little blog was being taknen wrong by everyone.

I did now know then that I started growing wings at five. This is what alerted the vatican to me, I think.... though there are hint.... well, they were showing me films to get my reactions last winter when the survaillance was at it's worst. And one showed a baby being thrown out of the burning hindenburg.

I could be Hitler's son for all I know? I do know that a lot of people make a big deal out of me/

I am writing this at the behest of sarah, a good freind of mine who is very paranoid and distrusting. I mean, you look at these documentaries on the net and it looks like there are all kinds of secret plots going on all the time.... and yes, there are.

I know for a fact quasar technology was used when they were monitoring me. These can listen, but they can also make you sleepless, cause back pain, and they are designed to get an individual on psych drugs. Amazingly, these were passsed out, allegedly, by the cia and the fbi to rightest groups to eavesdrop on the mentally ill... so they say,.

With me, I switched doctors, and suddenly this guy was on the intervnet during all of our converswations... he put me on seraquill )phonetic spell) and along with the tramadol I take for chronic pain, I went crazy enough that I ended up in jail for smashing some computers when a doctor would not even look at my x rays. I suffer from pain all the time, every second, due to six spinal surgeries... This is why I went after the doctors for awhile. I had so little information to go on...

Well, let's all find a good protest on may day, and march out and show these fascists at Homeland Security that we radicals DO NOT BACK DOWN.







National Level Exercise Begins In May
Release Date: April 24, 2008
Release Number: HQ-08-063

WASHINGTON, D.C. -- The Department of Homeland Security's Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) National Exercise Program (NEP) will conduct National Level Exercise 2-08 (NLE 2-08) a combined functional and full scale exercise from May 1 through May 8. NLE 2-08 will merge the objectives of U.S. Northern Command's (NORTHCOM) Ardent Sentry 2008 exercise, FEMA National Continuity Program's (NCP) Eagle Horizon 2008 exercise (formerly known as Forward Challenge), and FEMA Disaster Operation's Hurricane Preparedness Exercise (HPE).

The purpose of NLE 2-08 is to exercise national capabilities to prepare and respond to multiple incidents including both natural disasters and terrorist incidents. The exercise was designed to include scenario elements addressing hurricane preparedness and response, national continuity capabilities, and Defense Support to Civil Authorities coordination in response to weapons of mass destruction terrorist attacks. The exercise venues involve a Category 4 hurricane impacting the Mid Atlantic Coast and the National Capitol Region and multiple terrorist attacks in Washington State.

Also during NLE 2-08, the Chemical Stockpile Emergency Preparedness Program (CSEPP) will test it's response to an accidental chemical agent release at the Umatilla Chemical Depot in Oregon. Canada will also participate through their Staunch Maple Exercise.

The exercise allows Federal officials to implement continuity plans, test communications connectivity, operations and procedures for performing essential government functions from alternate locations, and interagency coordination. Additionally, it serves to demonstrate that essential functions can be effectively conducted during threats and emergencies.

NLE 2-08 is a NEP exercise conducted within the five year exercise schedule. The NEP is the nation's overarching homeland security exercise program, provides the federal government with a national, interagency wide program and a multi-year planning system to focus, coordinate, plan, conduct, execute, evaluate and prioritize national security and homeland security preparedness-related exercise activities.

FEMA coordinates the federal government's role in preparing for, preventing, mitigating the effects of, responding to, and recovering from all domestic disasters, whether natural or man-made, including acts of terror.

This release has been modified from its original version.
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2008/04/29

a suite of living hamsters

A SUIT OF LIVING HAMSTERS
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by jsr

13/08/06
12:21 AM











I went to M. this morning with my idea to spend the rent money on a suit of living hamsters, trained to kill; told her, "Look, next time someone tries to force me into a van, and kidnap me, they will be grabbing a rabid hamster hell bent on biting." I pointed at my stick drawings showing a man holding a gun on me as a hamster bites off the offending arm (this is an exaggeration -- it actually takes them quite an effort to break the skin at their present skill level, though training should clear this up any day now, I expect).

"How often do people try to kidnap you? You don't leave the apartment except to walk the dog."

"There was an incident ... just yesterday . . . I didn't want to alarm you until I had thought of a solution, like this Anti-Terrorist Hamster Device that I am proposing. Not that I want you to feel pressured into making a decision, or anything, but I really should point out that you more than likely hold the very fate of the apartment in your hand, M.... if not the entire goddamn neighborhood!!"

"Yea, right... I told you already, there is no way in hell that I am going to let you hire a tailor to make little pockets in a suit for those hamsters."
"You told me that I couldn't hire a tailor to make pockets. Thank dog you said nothing about not gluing hamsters to a suit, or I wouldn't even be able to create a proto-type."

"You know that I meant, no suit, period."

"No, when you say, "Don't hire a tailor to create hamster pockets, no matter how good the idea is... not that you said it like this... regardless, this means -- don't hire a tailor to create hamster pockets, and nothing more. Sometimes M., it is really hard, for an English Major, like me, to talk to you."

If anyone can think of how to talk some sense into M., you would be doing me a favor if you gave her a call. Everytime I try to bring this up again she starts throwing stuff at me. She actually threw the cat at me this morning. A clawed cat, freaked out and screaming, is not something you ever want hurled at your crotch, believe me.


The 89.73 hours that I spent working out the schematic drawings of the suit and researching tecniques to drive hamsters stark raving mad were not entirely wasted, I suppose... I just can't help but believe that I am one step closer to my ultimate goal of merging Man and Hamster's DNA into a super being... Oh, if mankind could just have the brain of the hamster!!!! We could achieve so much!!! Like, uhmmm....   greater powers of navigating habit trails, for instance...

peace and pipedreams no longer available for podcaste

Ah, the owner of the site, Patrick, the far asshole... had to take our podcastes downhan just when I was directing people there. We worked a year on that show, so the least he could have done is let our fans listen to us a few last times. We are supposed to have all of this on disc, and will be making cd
s which I am sure will make their way on to the web. I have been working on putting together the poetry for waking up christ, the new book on my other site. And also putting together a new edition of the web sites, as well as get the psycho book edited. Just putting together the pages of content on a seven hundred and some page book is incredible. I have figured out a method to do it slightly quickly, but it still requires going through the entire book just for that. Of course, I did not spell check either book before putting them up.... now they are, finally. Now I just need to fill in a lot of the what jesus was going thru.... it will be somewhat picaress in style....

So, no reason to ever go to fearless radio again.... fuck them.

2008/04/26

WARREN THE APE IS A SCOUNDRAL




"I think they're seriously afraid of my talent! "

Male
100 years old
New York , NEW YORK
United States








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Warren has actually come a long way from his early performances in a new york zoo, when he says he was experimenting with GUERILLA THEATER by masterbating constantly and throwing his shit at hot girls, guys and a lot of different species of birds, though by no means all. As I believe I may have heard warren say one night, "That shit was an invitation to ecstasy.... but if the peace is just some scroungy sparrow HO, I figure rosy palms is going to be hotter, so why the hell would I risk yet another goddamned disease? I have enough all ready, trust me."

OF course there was a lot of weed and a large plate of shrromssssieees involved, and the lamp could just as well have said this...

I don't remember every thing about the trip, though I do fear I will never forget the sight of Warren keistering those shrooms. He loves nothing better than to msniupulate the conversation until his asshole is the center of attention. Kind of like how I feel everyone should know about my bountiful member, in case they ever need a ride.

Not that I have ever but poked Warren... well, at least not while I was awake. I have passed out around this guy, and after seeing the sick stuff he does to other people who pass out around him... Oh, well, can't go there... just can't quite afford the therapy yet.

the world is at war




THE POETS MUST GATHER THEIR MAGIC
TO STOP THAT SHIT COLD...

WE NEED TOTAL PEACE NOW

this poem really sucks

22/02/07
1:35 AM



I was so drunk when I wrote it
that it was supposed to be a grocery list...
i took it to the store and tried to buy shit on the poem
and i got demanding with the clerks
when I couldn't find an eagle
oh, it was a mess with batons and screaming
I barely made bail in time for
a court appearance over something else
I am totally innocent of ...
some vegetable molestation th ing...
hell,
any radish in roger's park chicago
gets shoved up a but in a grocery store and put back
and they are knocking on my door
like I am the only one
who can't afford to actually buy radishes
in this neighborhood





A COMMENT ON MY OTHER SITE SAID THAT I HAD THEM UNTIL THE RADISHES WERE KEISTERED (well, he wrote it less literary pleasing than this, but what can I do... dummy down?).

THIS WAS IS AND WILL BE MY RESPONSE... until something comes up to change my mind.


Now, while this poem seems to imply putting radishes in the ass, when one remembers the great literary symbolism associated with the radish since it was made famous as the food of kings in Baywolf (phoenic spell), the first story in the english language, and later lauded in the King James Version of the bible as 'the true vegetible of knowledge, and healthy passages of bowl." Verse something or other... One would realize that I am using the radish as a symbolic representation of the brussel sprouts. Dog, will you people at least try to keep up with my fiesty intellect?????

Now, Ralph Nader is probably the most famous advocate of the radish, which is sad in a way because conservatives now berate the little plucky purple ones;l as George Bush said in his latest speach, to a pizza delivery guy who was suprised to find out the president still drinks, and is indeed drunk all the time... though then it makes perfect sense when he thinks about the guys record... anyways, he told me W was ranting about various vegetibles and fruits and chicken, but he came down particularly hard on the radish, calling it, a 'liberal,commie vegetibles that would raise taxes and abort our women.'

Now, if liberals like radishes in their buts, let us be... just because you consevatives prefer watermelons and turnips does not mean we can't get along one day.... or so I dream in my dream of peace.

i M sneer on the face of mankind.





I AM A SNEER ON THE FACE OF MAN


this man was hung for being a homosexual.... who would not let them cut his dick off and become a woman, as Iranian law allows. I love the persian people, and pray they can get control of their government before someone else tries to step in .


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by jsr

21/02/07
6:51 PM








i'm a holy convert to the cause,

screaming and all pissed off at my enemies,
waging war from this blog,
the religious psycho killer's sh it list,
johnnyapain,
the church of the bleeding toe,
my easel, FEARLESS RADIO ...

though I aM more than ready to forgive them all.



I mean, come on...







don't you want a hot, juicy, hard/soft succulent peace?
Let's take some if we have to.
Though we should pray we get a peace willingly,
gracefully, and fully lubricated for fucking this dark life all silly again.






sing to your enemies:







our hearts are still open








our minds are still free







We forgive you







forgive us







"I's words plain to those with spirit of prophecy."

Nephi...

the great I inside us all
will emerge and become one creature

fighting through a universe of savage grace










Thhs
blog is now a memoir, writtten in prose, poetry, essay, pictures, movies, radio shows, and soon my live shows which will be broadcast live or soon after all over the world in the little lap tops.
Help me tear the words out of the hands of the entrenched elite and hand them to the smallest, sickesT, most autistic child in the village -- THEY WILL LEAD US OUT OF THIS FOREST OF LIES, back INTO the truth of the gentle lamb. "I's words are easily understood by those who prophesy."







The first page of a blog is fairly important to me,though others who are cooler just let their work speak or itself; me I have to have a barker out in front of the joint getting all the shills in, because I learned from criminals and cops and carnies and theives and saints -- all day and night during the cab driving, in toledo, detroit, chicago, bowling green and all through michigan to the up one day with a bunch of realroaders... and took breaks for the academic lectures in history and philosophy, painting, cults, whatever... that gave a context for the images splashing into my eyes all day in the cab.



I never let a religion talk to me. I snubbed the missionaries and the like minded and good people who it hurt to hurt, after getting burned so bad when I was a kid Someone filled me full of lies, violated my very mind with their con. I am not used to forgiving such people. I have a great memory for slights, never forget them (dave and garth, missionaries who taught in El Salvador a few miles from the front, I am sorry I dissed your god.... she forgave me. I hope you can, too.... for your sake. I got all the forgiveness I CAN HANDLE from THE HORRIFYING CREATURE OF SAVAGE GRACE. . . which is just enough to forgive them ALL OF THEIR TRESPASSES and still stay strong and proud and battle-ready


prepared to fight like it matters
you and me and the great we weee

I feel your yearning for the ORDER TO COME DOWN.


YOUR BRAVERY BRINGS PRIDE UNTO OUR TRIBE
OUR POETS WILL SING YOUR NAME WITH QUET GRACE
and our warriors will scream your name for strength
during the ebss and tides of this total war

as we fight our way into the enemy encampments
search the faces of the emaciated prisoners
seeking the elusive child of peace

finding only warriors who want to go home
we police the area
take all the records we can for the whims of history
burn the enemy assets

I lead out on point
I enjoy it more than most
I only seem to know I am alive
when death is close
enough to whisper to me
of the meat I will become
telling me myths of more fire
hells and demons and other silly booger monsters

I JUST know better than to listen
in a place I think unlearned men call common sense
where the creature stirs

I HAVE BEEN a sneer on the face of man. . . until I began to smile back at you, and always say hello to everyone and bring as much kindness to whereever the hell I was
now I am something new
an emerging thing

I am sister and brother mother, uncle aunt, grandparent,lover, friend.... chairman Pain
& dear loving gentle father
who partied with the best of them
despite the scars of the brandings in treatment
business ww 2 and the loss
of the woman and the kids you so loved

in my names I war

Still the religions try to come to me as I walk this narrow path commanded and required to getto the minuscule gate out of this particular hell demonshun (sick). DEMONSHUN. This is the original spelling, until some uptight english teacher with chronic constipation of the mind and balls, told the little angel to sound out the words, then a few years later he learned that he had been tricked with this phoenics method; that his spelling abilities were pretty much destroyed bY MRS. SURE -- that mean bitch, who would take her sick, nazi ways out on first graders is burning in hell now... no, I have to forgive her too, though all I have heard of her in the passing years has confirmed the first graders deep, seething hatred. Mom says she got me out of this class after a couple weeks, but to me... this is how school started and it went on forever; I was literally trapped in one room for the first time in my life AND I WOULD CLOCK WATCH FOR THE NEXT TWELVE YEARS BECAUSE OF ONE SICK BITCH WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN CAPPED. On the other hand, Mrs. Sure is the mother of a chick I would like to bang in all holes and hands and toes; she turned into an empty yuppie with a rich hubby;


NOw they still come to me, as I try to walk this narrow path commanded toward the tiny, tiny gate out of this hell,

NOT ONE DROP OF PERSIAN BLOOD





NOT ONE DROP OF PERSIAN BLOOD













































the blood of persian poets
has barely been washed off our hands

a few more nuclear reactors in the oil fields
or total war with our brothers in the middle east

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?



their prayers are for the manifest of life
not nukes

in the 80's
under the cloack of reagen's lies
the graceful Iranian doctor told me
you are a revolutionary
without a revolution

and what was true then
is true no more




and you know

you have to
assume
they great they
are lying

fearful they won't be forgiven
determined to get their way



they great they

distort information

in formation

in
formation
formation
in



peoples
lives
and lands
will burn napalm orange
again


the great twit cries wolf from the oval office?

gonna look that way
no matter what
now

w yr credibility is gone
baby gone

retire into the history books
with your esteemed father
your disgraced brother
that smile and your shreds of southern decency
or make your family an anocroynism forever
a curse on the lips of our children's children

smoke a peace pipe
get drunk
and laid
strangle a teddy bear

just DON'T
IGNITE THEM OIL FIELDS



CAN'T be stupid
this time

we will

all burn

this time

BLOOD IS BEING SPILLED IN YOUR NAME







BLOOD IS BEING SPILLED IN YOUR NAME!!!
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by jsr

21/02/07
6:15 PM




BLOOD IS BEING SPILLED IN YOUR NAME!!!


The U.nited S.tates Of A.merica
IS AT WAR!
the homefront MUST NOT FORGET that
not for one

gorgeous/hORRIBLE

second!!!!!!!!!





GOOGLE MY SECRET IDENTITY SCOTT RIDGWAY FOR A FREE DOWNLOAD OF MY BOOK ON MILITARY INTELLIGENCE

2008/04/25

iraq wedding photo




IRAQ WEDDING PICTURE....


14/03/07
8:08 AM


WE RETURN FROM OUR WORLD WIDE WARS...
ENRAGED WARRIORS
STAND OUTSIDE OF ROME
AND BANG OUR war DRUMS AND SCREAM OUR GUITARS
UNTIL WE ARE GIVEN
LAND AND RESPECT...
THE GOLD OF THE CHURCHES
we WILL NOT FORGIVE THE CLERGY
for molesting our children
while WE fought your WARs


JESUS TOLD me
HE WANTS you TO MELT THOSE FUCKING
CRUCIFIXES AND FEED THE POOR!!@!
WHAT THE HELL EVER MADE you THINK
HE WANTS TO SEE THE PLACE
OF HIS PAIN
hanging in his house


this time ....
our wounded WILL BE RESPECTED!!!!!!!!!
THEIR FAMALIES TAKEN CARE OF...
THEIR CHILDREN NURTURED.


WE ARE WAR!!!!!!!!!!
OUR DEAD MUST BE HONORED EVERY DAY OF OUR LIVES.

WE WILL NOT REMOVE OUR WAR PAINT
UNTIL you DAMNED politicians MEET OUR TERMS...

WE ATTACK IF WE HAVE TO...
A LOT OF US WANT TO...
we DON'T MIND dying with our boots on
we will crawl out of the hospitals if we have too....
dying taking you down
beats the hell out of so many lives you crippled here.

WE'D PREFER TO PARTY AND GET LAID

WOULDN'T you


NOW
you KNOW HOW

TO LET US

let you.








thank yoU DEAD COUNTRY... one of the most important, unforgivingly intellectual sites on the net. Written by a man with an open mind and a warm heart. One of my few blog readers who has actuallty stopped by for a stoke. This picture from his site should create a million poems... we will put every damned one ON FEARLESS RADIO AND 10 MILLION PEOPLE A MONTH (FOR NOW) WILL SEE THEM... POETS, COME ON.... DIP YOUR PENS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, FEEL THE PAIN OF THE WARRIORS.... WRITE FOR THEM NOW.

ou are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;.

opening for the origninal elves attic.. that gov. shut down




the elves attic


BEWARE!
BE VERY AWARE!

A blood covered goodfellow king has returned from war and ain't taken no shit.

i did my twenty years...

SHOW LOVE AND RESPECT
OR STAY
THE HELL OUT
OF THE HOUSE OF PAIN

you do know I killed my oldest brother Paul??? He drew first blood; tried to kill me first... dropped me down two flights of stairs on my head after I quit screaming when he dangled me over... my stoic smile enraged the asshole...

i loved him again
by the time the eagle-spirit
flew down enraged from my dreams
my first kill was an accident.
That does NOT mean he didn't die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THAT DOES NOT MEAN
I DID NOT KNOW I MURDERED MY BROTHER

i swam in the blood of vendetta at 8

i ran screaming from the house, "I KILLED HIM.... I have to run away!! I'll end up killing all of you..." A third grader barefoot in the snow. . . running anywhere away... My true father came out and told me it was not my fault. . . I believed him ... then.... THE MURDERS WERE A REAPER'S business, I tell myself . . . as I try to inspire you to strip off
the lies of comfort... and go deeper yet... to some new level of RIGOROUS HONESTY. PAUL I go to YOUR grave every day and cry my penance and celebrate seeing YOU again.

TIME TO DO YOURS
RENDER UNTO THIS CEASER!!!!!!

you have two more days of MY GRACE

by the way those lightening strikes are
NOT wild and uncontrolled

NO MORE SENSELESS KILLING
NO YOU SHOULD REMEMBER THIS WELL: my aim is pinpoint accurate NOW; YOU ARE IN MY KILL ZONE.

in first grade... no shit... I beat up ALL OF MY FIRST GRADE CLASS. EVERYONE. i never forget. They didn't either. Period. You'd best not, either.

KNOW: I WASH OFF MY WAR PAINT
ONLY WHEN ALL OF MY SOLDIERS
ARE HOME.

our name is sufi con. We are in CHRONIC PAIN, starving, BACKED INTO A CORNER and READY TO go out doing as much DAMAGE as the SAVAGE LORD allows!!

WE TAKE NO PRISONERS..

CAN'T AFFORD THEM
GOTTA BLITZKRIEG

SURRENDER TO MY CHILD PEACE
or try again in the next life
we will miss you . . .
i am at your back.
I SWEAR WE WILL
raise you right next time!!!!!!!!!!!

FROM NOW!!! TO FOREVER!!!
DON'T HURT OUR SOLDIERS
OR WE GET YOU WHEN YOU DIE
AND TORTURE YOU IN WAYS
YOU CANNOT DREAM . . .


the great I inside us all
will emerge
become one creature
fighting through a universe
OF SAVAGE GRACE



BLOOD
is
Being SPILLED
IN YOUR NAME!

THIS IS OUR WORLD WAR!

WE WILL NOT FORGET!!!

NOT FOR 1
GORGEOUS SECOND!!

THE POLITICIANS
WILL FORGIVE THE WARRIORS
or they will live in a box of pain
for A THOUSAND YEARS

Do NOT tempt us!!!!




These are photos of those alleged homosexuals that iran doesn't have... you know, they try to get them to get sex changes, which deadens somes sex lives. We can only pity such men, until a pink army is mobilized enough that this photo is on the cover of Time magazine; I do not want physical war with the wondrous Persians, though I have thrown down a gauntlet on issues of humans judgine other humans for stuff that God himself created.

The blood of persian poets has barely been washed off our hands... they have retaliated... now, we must sit down like adults and discuss why fewer nuclear bombs is a better idea than more. Ask the Japanese.


Semper Fidelis!!

We leave no warriors behind!!!! Never have!!!! NEVER WILL....

My enemies can try again in the next life.

. . . too much blood in my eyes.

"I cannot believe John Scott Ridgway is not a household name." Da LA Times!

NEED A COMMANDMENT?
DO NOT TOLERATE PEOPLE ACTING SUPERIOR.

PAIN acknowledges all gods and none.

"I think they are seriously afraid of my talent." WARREN da APE

=====================

to those about to ROCK
we

salute

u
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!








The GANGSTA GENERAL X is right outside of your window looking at you thru his scope. He will rain hellfire in your quiet neighborhoods... you drew first blood... it would be JUSTICE. You better liisten when he tries to teach you forgiveness -- while he is still in the mood to grant THE GIFT.

===
WE LOSE NOW
WAR OVER
WITHOUT
COPS SOLDIERS
I AM A COP.
I AM A SOLDIER.

R U
====
Mother,
things just got weird.
---

ridgway's were the first kings of england, crusaders and monks and priests since the dawn of recorded time... the blood of Arthur... the bloody genetic scraps of the christ... a line of kings who TAKE GREAT PRIDE in dying beside their troops in battle. Sounds like braggy crap, but this is the crest of the peacock going up like a flag. Earned a soap box not by the name ridgway -- the most famous one is a serial killer... earned mine through FOURTEEN FULL TIME years of school in mil. intelli., writ, CULTS, ANTHROPOLOGY, PHILOSOPHY AND HISTORE . . a PUNISHER IN A TAXI for SEVENTEEN YEARS and learning to love me and you and forgive us all -- PERIOD.


I AM PAX ROMANO.


merlin cut himself in specks
and fed himself to u

he is now inside you
seize his magic
hold on for DEAR LIFE
PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG

a blood soaked arthur
is rising


there are many ways
to die

and

only ONE

TO LIVE

forgive



THERE WILL BE JUSTICE BEFORE PEACE
BEFORE THE SURVAILLED WORLD MAKES CRIMINALS OF ALL FREE THINKERS

they try to take my pot away... we are gonna have a big fucking problem. Luckily, the cops in this town know me from catching criminals and stuff, and trying to help them during this summers near riots. I helped the city trust the fbi enough to bring someone in to clean out the dept. And with my own eyes I have seen cops taking money and counting it outside of the mob owned cab company I inadvertantly drove for.

Love yourself today.... and read http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com there are answers and I have them.

2008/04/21

tainted well beyond media electible standards


tainted well beyond media accepted standards of electibility


we rise none-the-less

struggle to stand

get ready for the fight of our lives
their lives
the lives to comes

2008/04/14

the secret posse

I am starting to make small films under the name secret posse. I am so sick of building these websites that I thought for a change of pace, I would just write a few words as myself, for a change. I used to write from my own voice all the time, when I first began to blog, and then I discovered me, myself, live a boring life at this point. I have the night's brand of wild and have had my kicks, but now I am much more interested in being a useful human being. And I think with my talents for writing and other creative endeavors like painting and filmaking -- weapons as I think of them, sometimes... and sometimes a salve... anyways, I believe that effecting human consciousness, in a way that spreads justice and liberty first, and peace second... in a non-violent context that is not exactly afraid to throw it down if they have to.

People wondered where my allegeinces were when I started this campaign of mine Total War For Total Peace, and i WAS mistaken for everything from a unicorn to a mafioso to an angel to a general in a underground army (the only true part, though as everyone knows by now, the best way to put together a revolution is to have a population that spontaneously explodes with no clear leadership, at first... of course leaders have to rise, but in my opinion the leaders are already there, and all they really need is a river to navigate. I pray it will not be a river of blood, but I have no way of knowing how this country will turn itself around. For my part, I will be like the legitimate side of the ira, the non-violent side of a idealistic realm.


To the people out there who think I am Jesus, what can i say... go the http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com and read my christ consciousness. I have one. You can take that as a voice in my head that writes poetry if you want, but I do not know this voice, and have been developing away from poetry for twenty years... so when it cropped up, it took over my life. I felt like I had to save the world right that second... I still do. This sounds stupid to some, but I have the ability to sacrifice what I have left of my life and reputation to make the kind of radical statements that are either left out of the popular discussions, or just need another spin on.... everyone out there seriously writing is effecting what will become the one world consciousness. We do not need a world with one government that could go bad and enslave us all. This has happened too many times in human history for us to forget it for one second. On the other hand, the united nations, and a group of equal partners working for the good of all concerned, while still respecting the sovering laws of nations, is the only way we can attain the kind of world peace I want.

I am a bloody liberal. No Mao. Just someone who believes that someone has to step up to the plate... someone has to draw the line in the sand and say, Not on my watch.' I made that phrase popular. The other day I saw it on the title of a book. They changed it to not on our watch, which is better. BY THIS I mean that soldiers should be dispatched swift and deadly whenever a darfur occurs. Even if this means private armies are contracted by the cia to do the dirty work that the congress will not pass, now that they have the idea that Stop War is the song of the day.

I agree more with Mccain on national security, in some ways, though Obama too is ready to fight. Hillary I think would fall back from the hard, bloody decisions. i MAY BE WRONG. Al Queda has been given a chance to disband and go home, practically. Certainly the common foot soldier can just blend in with the populace andlay down their arms. If they are merely regrouping, however, then the rules of war say that we have to go after them. If we do not, other countries will be subjected to the backward leadership of goat herders. No disrepespect for goat herders, it sounds like a wonder ful life to me... it is just the way they treat women, tear down buddha statues, etc.... they would kill our culture with relish. Cut the head off of the liberty on a scratchy film and put it on the internet.

The time to forgive each other for the past, cease fire, and find our common ground has arrived. Unfortunatly, along with that goes the fact -- we have got to fight fire with fire or they will burn us. We have to go after the ones who would lay ied's along the path to peace.

2008/04/10

GIVE ME GREG THE BUNNY OR GIVE ME DEATH


Here is where you go to see a few movies by the great ones....



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this last link will take you to warren the ape. Dan Milano, the genius behind the show, is now on robot chicken and other shows.. But he deserves his own. Anyone with money out there should contact this group and finance them. Warren will work for drugs and whores, and Greg can convinced to work for certain types of jello, though it changes daily because he gets in these moods. I always drop a few valium in his drink, and some speed in warren's... makes for some good conflict.

Seriously folks, watch the dvd of greg the bunny from IfC (THE FOX SHOW IS GREAT, TOO. Yet, the independent stuff they were doing with film parodies is in a way closer to my art than any one else. And dan and seth are genuinely cool.

2008/04/09

Bin Laden is stranded of jacob's ladder

holed up and tired and sick and feeling like he has already died a thousand heroic deaths
and what's one more?

lot of people feel that way
are born feeling that way
longing to explode in rightous anger
dreaming of going out taking down enemies
killing off as many as the good lord allows


HE CAN BE SAVED
BY a creature
of SAVAGE GRACE

by

OUR TRIBE
THEY GREAT THEY
NOW
IN these
the last moments
of OUR TIME




FIGHT FOR PEACE
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY*







Let the eagle sing love into osama bin laden's name


Let our poets weave his smile into

MIGHTY SONGS OF PEACE





*jacob's ladder: film about dying vet's learning their fate.


*our god GENERAL MALCOM X... if you have not read his SACRED WORDS, your ignorance is probably sickening to the CREATURE OF SAVage GRACE... THAT CAN BE DANGEROUS TO ALL INVOLVED. GET WITH IT, GIRL.

the eagle turned on saddam and attacked


the eagle turned on saddam and attacked


18/02/07
4:05 PM





Saddam was one of our warriors way back
we crowned him a prince

he fucked up and we fucked up
hell everybody was fucking up
it was war & shit never goes the way anyone really wants

son went all mad dog in the end
when we decided
to use the kurds
to take him down

HE HITLERED UP
for security purposes
went to war

saddam's head was so dangerous
the executioner ripped it right off
the crowds screamed and cried
tried to drive his mighty spirit away from the gallows
rightly so trembling in fear
at the horror of his coming wrath

His spirit surprised everyone & no one
with a wave and a tear
he forgave them their place in history
as great men do

as
great men

expect



sorry old soldier left hungry alone in your fox hole

wish i could have told you

we are praying
for you


to all enemies we sing: our hearts are still open
our minds are still free

we were not effected
by they great they's
enchantment spells

we too are sickened
by
the
rotting diseased cloak of these lies







we are coming for you

i am
a man of my word
the word
your word
our word



YOU ARE FORGIVEN

forgive us


We just didn't make it in time saddam
this stoic crusader was still marching silently
through the carnage
seeking rank on missions top secret
waging war from under deep cover
pretending always to go along



waiting

waiting

waitng

for the order

to come down




you know how that is

I

salute

u



we all salute you

the hunter awakens bleeding


the warm blood on his chest
reminds him
he is NOW
the hunter
and the hunted

warily checks on his weapons and his family and friends

somebody is gonna die
tonight

best he can hope for
he doesn't know their name
doesn't care so much if it is him
he won't notice that

he just doesn't want to
know/feel

another
name

for
the dead

jokesters unite



light up the doobies
reclaim yr rights

we are
NO LONGER VICTIMS
to the whims
of jackel$ and fool$




NO
not in this night


racing down from the stars
ready
screaming
itching for a fight

that's our eagle tonight



dedicated to my bud PAULY SHORE...
He's IN THE ARMY NOW.

family guy did an episode about this entry




18/02/07
1:09 AM

gets me to the woods



I would like to see Obama and Hillary in bed together
all greased up in red leathers and howling

better yet some kind of foursome

I am sure bill will agree with me on this
if he doesn't already have
an elaborate fantasy
or thirty some
to share
what with his reknown for 'pussy talk'
which seems to me like a way for two guys
to turn each other on
without having to actually get dick poked

he probably had a little dally in some oxford ho

they can admit inhaling, sure...
we all do that


but the poking??? the poking of but??????


in
my dream
of
peace

some will poke but

occurs to me


You can see by the date that this took place last year... I was at the height of this campaign, in a way, back then... the tv was filled with references. Ah, the revolution was on... not that it is over. That will take nails in my coffin.




Occurs to me
home
by jsr

18/02/07
1:00 AM

as I sit here looking out the window at heavy flakes of snow swirling down onto Sheriden road and covering cars and dusting the dog walkers leaning into the brittle wind, that this sudden shift of mine to memoir and poetry and battle on mode is being taken as entirely fiction by some, yellow journalism in the school of Poe's Pym; and while you would most certainly be right as the critic's who trashed the journey's of poor pym for being lies -- as if fiction were anything but; you would also be down right recklessly wrong. I am as serious as when my dog is in danger. Or
the most deadly of fart attacks from Broccoli and cheese and milk and turnips and toads!!!

Shit happened I can't explain.
Things just got weird.
No shit, I know what people call me and the names I use in my acts, but I have no idea who the hell I am, or what to name this emerging creature.... and I was pretty damn well convinced I knew how to describe myself right down to the molecular level and I was prepared to do so at the drop of a hat and you can ask anybody about this -- they will tell you I talk too much about everyting and it gets annoying. My muse let's my fingers chat on and on all day, the dear one listens and laughs and sighs, always the cheerleader/warrior/whore at heart.



A wave hit the shores of lake mitch a few weeks ago, and me and a few others had our makeshift surf boards ready...

Thanks to the emerging miracle of praying with keyboards, we have been inviting you along. We welcome you to our surf. Sorry we had to pretend it was a yacht and we have street cred and fat wallets and all. We couldn't let you recognize us as scroungy, weedibbled surfers who you probably wouldn't normally have the time of day for... this is a court of impossible standards, and we are the jesters, which grants us the privilege of doing things our own way, mostly; has to of course be some self censors for the sensibilities of kids and the vanity of queens.

We hid behind our silly masks... smoked up in our mansions... until you mistook us for gods on a segment on Entertainment Tonight and alarmed we began to scream NOOOOO

-- and that's when we said
FILM ME SHITTING,
DISGRACE ME,
BLEED ME,
PUKE ME,
USE ME,
STEAL ME,
KILL ME --
WHATEVER....
jUST DON't
make me an unholy icon
in the eyes of this
ancient & new creature
THE emergent one
of SAVAGE GRACE.


. Thanks for trusting us that this one wave will break peacefully, soothingly, into a gentle, graceful night of silent mourning.'


The entire world has become symbolic to me. I suddenly have the eye of a real poet or some such mythic shit, seeing stories with layer after layer after layer even in the most mundane, cliche dance of a dust mote in a sunray. This is not supposed to be happening to me; I had my last chapters all written as a jovial atheist. Oh, well....

There are so many ways to arrange the words; conversations that need to be peacably had over each and every verse of this new bible, this manuel, this gonzo, this text book, this pipedream of peace.

the sacred power of the word



is being ripped out of the hands of the elite
and handed to the poorest child
good time for an internet revolution


a bloodless coup
fought from our hobbit* holes
as we grow plump and gracious

ALL GOOD PEOPLE







pray for the day everyone is forgiven
and we can lay down our guns and come home

CRUEL SHOES




traded in
for black steel toed boots

then sandles

and finally
just barefeet on sand
again

MAYBE THIS WILL BE A MAP


MAYBE IT WILL BE A MAP
home
by jsr

29/01/07
3:56 AM
MAYBE this WILL BE A MAP



LEADING OUT
INTO THE STARS

AND BEYOND


maybe
we will gonzo up a new world
or three
or some number not even invented yet...
some number too big for our puny heads???????????

we will SAVE OUR HISTORY


SAVE HISTORY

THE BIG THE SMALL AND the all

on kleenex's and tattoos

in books and crooks

from the first babies cry
through the death rattles sigh

WE WILL LET THE SPIES SILENCE US NO MORE...

this generation
the children will hear the truth

I will scream for them
until they learn to shout you down

we owe history




forgiveness on every side

there is enough for every soul living and dead

let our loved ones sacred hatreds be buried with their coffins

THE HUNTER'S SACRED PANTHEON GROWS







from a fist exploding in the mountains of Denver



from SEA TO SHINY SEA

2008/04/08

GAMERS AT WAR!@!!!!!*&*^^&!!!!!!YEAH!!!!!!!!!

The time when I wrote this poem... they were treating me, for some reason, like the father of a revoloution. And perhsps I am.. certainly God puts these words out into the net to cause a spiritual revolution, which of course sweeps politics right along... as long as the cause is rightous and true.


I had little idea who was on my side. The plan for the revolution exploded out of me onto the net...

At this time my popularity was growing, as people got to know the oh so human deity sent to earth for... well, I am not sure.. except that I must write.





8:04 AM
GAMERS AT WAR!@!!!!!*&*^^&!!!!!!YEAH!!!!!!!!!



WHO ELSE

I DON'T KNOW

I ONLY LEAD silly MARCHS

YOU WORK

ALL OF YOU
THIS TIME

GOOD FLOOD

LET'S

FIX THIS MESS
ARTISTS

YOU ARE

FREE

WHO WILL HELP
US LEAD

THE MARCHES????

you WHO have earned this RIGHT

good flood this time








WE



ARE COOL ENOUGH TO CATCH THE WAVE



THIS TIME







TO GO SURF ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
AND MULTIPLY



WE HAVE TO be RESPONSIBLE



run OUR ANGERS BY THE SOOTHING PRESENCE OF PEACE

the monks are armed this time around



WE ARE SEEKING A CURE





we are MARCHING

following

a tentative map


toward



Peace




READY

TO DIE

FOR YOU

lay down your guns


lay down your guns

come out of hiding


let's give you a peace bear

smoke a doobie

and take a hugh bleeping sigh of relief


After the Pain is gone


when you are safe

expect the unexpected




expect the unexpected
home
by jsr

29/01/07
2:20 PM
we are coming to save your children
surfing through this flood


i am a man of my word

i ain't shit
without you

ain'
t

the great great wee wee!!!
we need to be

see?????

i came to last time pounding





a proclamation of sacred hate
on the temple door


I should have calmly
gathered my buds
and then firmly
sued for peace


a young preacher who would not allow
his safety
to effect
the words that God compelled me to say
lead me to my lonely walk up Calvary

forgive your ancestors
for in this time
death of prophets was normal
I was cycling through life after life
The flesh cannot hold the thought
of Gods
or I would have made sure that your people
were never blamed for my death
.... which truth be told, was more a birth than a death


i am sorry
I was not noticed as the messiah
This was not God's plam

Israel oh cradle of God
Take what land you have and leave the arabs to their lives

I will war against your homesteaders
they are traitors to the cause of peace
like the love of a father to a son
I must warn you --stay in God's Grace
For the time of the Message Has Arrived

I am here...
and you have seen
how I can draw lightening from the sky
send soldiers anywhere on the globe

Find in your heart the path of Peace
thet your great God has layed out for you

Come to me in love
for I will always be as jewish as catholic as baptist as muslim as buddhist
as hindu as... you
I have been all religions
all peoples rich and poor

I will respect your journey to the father
and praise or rebuke
as is the way
of the Great Challanger

My love for you israel is great
I forgive you

they great they

lied and connived and bribed
STABBED My brain
WITH
juST SAY NO LIES

while they funded their wars with coke and h


Nancy and Ron drove me from my parents
and made the hippies history before I came up
AND THEN THEY BLAMED ME?>???

I WILL NOT TAKE THAT SHIT NO MORE.


THEY GREAT THEY
left me alone and scarred
forgotten in the cruel confines
of
a CHRONICALLY
Uderfunded
welfare ward
despite the stench of the demonic
little lights still shine there
maybe that's why
some say
the miracles
never stopped



too weak to crawl home
I just laid there in the antiseptic whiteness
year after year
reading the writing on the walls
the books, hearts, prayers, songs, televisions
nothing to do but be a brain
trying to escape from the crippling pain.


Sounds more pathetic than it was.
Most of the time,
I was thinking about other shit besides my health.

A lot of hands held me as I relearned the walk; the kindest folk work in these fields, and they are paid the least??? The world is backwards... the truth the opposite. This is why I seldom believe in common sense. I think that gut reactions cannot be taken seriously most of the time -- better to calmly, cerebrially, walk to a position than to pretend there is some direct link between you and god that can be conjoured whenever you want the wind to quit messing up your hairdo.
Down that road is the david koresh, hitler, and a lot of good men too....


they bust the kids for painting their names
and thoughts


where should they go
these artists with spray cans???

Give them your walls!!!
Make the mundane shine!!!
Think the murals of San Francisco
the head of Dennis Rodman
a hundred feet high
with neon hair
stopping rush hour dead!!!

Let them illuminate this absurdity
this history
this essay
this toddlertext
this tower of babel reaching up into the universe*






* I feel kind of uncomfortable riffing off south park's idea of the kid's building a ladder to heaven, which on some level is what I was doing... so I am adding this footnote to make the feeling of being a bit of a creep go away. I mean, who the bleep would care what John The Boofster Thinks???? Not even the sleepy dog or the churlish cat or even, reamarkably, any winos. Usually when I feel like lecturing , I put a bottle of cough syrup in the window to signoal passing bums that they can get wasted here if they will listen to my lectures. Once I thought I had a real fan, a guy who was back all the time.... then after about fifty bottle of cough syrup and hundreds and hundreds and hours of lectures, I let him say something and figured out he was deaf.

oh dog



during this early phase of our Total War For Total Peace, I was trying to make everyone comfortable, take away their fears ... I mean, people might expect to meet the son of god when they died, but now??? Here?





oh dog
home
by jsr

29/01/07
3:42 AM
oh dog KEEP IT FUN


OR WE ARE OFF THIS BOARD



LOOK FORWARD TO SOME


FACE TIME

CAN I SAY THAT WITHOUT LAUGHING AT MYSELF


WHY NOT ???????????


gotta think as big as the problem

be audacious without being annoying
if possible -- that will take greater men than me

WANT TO WALK BACK TO EDEN???







calmly?


take my fever for your own.

help me in this war


HELP YOu

Help them

peace



PEACE


29/01/07
3:35 AM



WE ALL NEED TO LEARN THIS WORD

IN EVERY LANGUAGE


then we need to agree on a new word

for peace altogether

something trendy that the kids come up with

George Bush actually played along in the wonder of theatrics

I remember about here, Bush on tv telling the nation, "I will take this as a wake up call."





17/03/07
10:18 AM
the government will help us



they want this too

they will help us



i am seeing the signs from the ones that matter


ALL OF THEM maybe?


certainly we are all ready for a hot peace


salute your statesfolks
they were all kids with your dreams once
and may just be again

the blinders





look out into sun drenched autumn leaves
feel all the years before and a few to come
try to accept that I will die still wondering
if we ever wake up
naked on a thoughtless rock
hurdelling through cold, dead space?

hide your face

this was technically written before the campaign, but the radical is there.

hide your face
home
by jsr

05/10/06
8:16 PM

look away from my gaze
keep your crazed chimp thoughts hidden
behind your outwardly stable domicile
keep that salesman's smiling face handy
straighten the loud tie that is to hide
the ugliness of the life
make you special.
drink a lot of coffee and tell yourself
everyone wants to rule
be a Maud Dib
a vessel for a sleeping god's awakening
to the possible futures of the universes

listen Now



TO


. . . . .

GAME THEORY


YOU READY


GET READY



I WILL pretend to LEAD



FOR NOW




THANK YOU for letting me impersonate a real person





LEADERS


ALL LEADERS


LET'S BE FOOTNOTES
FOR THIS MOMENT

THIS PRECIOUS MOMENT



LET'S GO

MOMs

time to talk peace
breaking out
all over hell

my eyes are weed red

teeth smoked yellow


my heart free for a moment from they great they

used clothes a mess of paint splatters and tears

hair accidently long and biblical
purely out of not being able to afford the haircuts




surprised and in wonder

when my heart disentangles from they great they



children women scared little cats


we're coming




each according to their needs
this time

fame is no cloak



against the hard rains of idiocy

no godlike wreath or a chit to bargain with death

just an empty soap box
and a nice place to rest

sporadic violence

I believed, last year as I wrote this, that the FBI became very worried at this point. I later saw something on tv about Mango And The Slaughter. I by then knew I had started a revolution that they were not going to let me physically lead. America put up a hell of a fight with me... anyways, here is the story



"We're going to die here." I am surprised that I sound amused.

"Yeah, maybe." Mango doesn't let on whether he cares or not.

"Fuck, maybe." I hold the pistol at my side like a gun slinger...

I can hear them getting in the car behind us, starting up the truck and leaving. . . I give my soldiers and my loved ones a running start.... I'm surprised by how calm I feel. I hear them inside yelling, cursing, figuring out what we've done...

Mango's shotgun explodes off to my right.

I can feel the projectory of the bullet from my gun into the man who steps into the doorway... the barrel of his uzi spews flames that leap into my mind as blackness devours the world.





Get that whole NO ONE WINS PART OF THIS???
Or the ready to die part????

I HEARD THE FBI IS WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONE STEALING BUSES????

THEY SHOULD HAVE GIVEN US THE BUSES BY NOW. SHUT DOWN THE SCHOOLS AND TAKE THE BUSES IF peace PEACE peace PEACE... THE PEACE IN YOUR HEAD SAYS YES... THAT MEANS HUMANS ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN BUSES...

ALL WE SHOULD NEED ARE LAP TOPS.
But what do I know? How to write and live... the experts need to take over on this, and keep the peace... as long as the gangsta generals agree.

I leave them in charge and do not talk to them. My soldiers are all equal to me; we just specialize in different shit. Me, I walk the path of Dan Stern. I am ghandi with an uzi in his diaper...

I will do anything to save my enemies life except give up mine. . . or stop, in any way, this CRUSADE OF PAIN

anreport comes on the tv that we are stealing buses of kids


this was very early in the campaign, before it was understood that I was going to work over the internet; I was starting to realize that blood had erupted.... all this happened about a year ago. You should know all of this is true. The government told me that if I leave town they will kill me. Also said I try to sue and I die. They got my doctor to put me on some med's that turned me into an angry hulk like character.... though at this point I knew the fbi and cia and the local officials all knew what I was doing, and with the support of the military... wow, what a time that was. They told me at least four assasins were sent out after me.







the fbi says someone is stealing buses
17/03/07

do not kill anyone yet
they all need that
same chance of forgiveness
we all do
we are all so much more similar
than different

WE ALL LAUGH
we will all laugh together

when we are done with this CRY


we want everyone at the party afterwards
--NEVER KNOW WHO OR WHAT IS
GOING IS TO BE FUNNY THAT NIGHT....


BY THE WAY, THANK YOU federal bureau of investigation .... YOUR BLOOD WILL NEVER WASH OFF THIS FLAG.

after all the years of freaking out about being didactic




can't be another hitler
in those dark shades
that bleed away all the color
reduce these visions to black and white

I post-modern man all wary
staying away from drawing lines in the sand
or declaring anything permanent
for any length of time

refusing
to be a judge
in a court
of impossible standards

I oblivous stoic going thru my mundane day
MONKED AWAY from the masses
telling no one what I do
learning to listen
fishing for words
unknowingly illumating pages of my most sacred text

winning a little
finally
some days

in the bitter bloody war with ennui

no longer suspecting
there is more than is dreamt of in our philosophy

i am walking quietly along the waterline at the beach
behind out of nowhere
where there is no one
A SUCKER PUNCH !!!
BAM!!
RIGHT TEMPLE!!

STAGGERING

ain't
NOTHING
i can do
but
CLOSE MY EYES
accept the swoon

GO WITH THE FALL

i just seem to know
i CAN'T LOOK at MY ATTACKER
without dying

the creature's standing in the center
of an awesome crash
of lightening bolts
thousands
zig-zagging crazily down
out of the blue sky
striking
the beach and exploding

inside the firestorm of lightening strikes

I sense a master traveler

looking out at me

A BEING FROM CREATION

a horrifying creature
of SAVAGE GRACE


KNOW
the rough beast's*
time has come round
at last at last
there was no slouch
this creature stood tall and proud



my body became as dead to those around me
my thoughts blown wondrously throughout time and space


My name disappears from my head

I sense
the creature
does this
to tell me
it too
is seeking a name



i sensed
i would
have died
had it wanted

from then on my Pain seemed carefully measured
as if the creature
were only hurting me enough to drive me
mad enough
for the undreamt mission



gone baby gone for days
lost from body and soul
a corpse never so alive
they great they called THE COSMIC STING a seizure

keep me strapped down and drugged out

takes days and days to fully identify the obviously fictional
in my charged and cautious and exuberant
dream of dreaming


crawling back up into myself
I find I am filled with sensations of the sacred
dreaming of cosmic order


I worry my cravings for peace
are the residuals of a bout with mad
something the new med.'s
will push out of my head in a few weeks

maybe some mentat* chain will break and I'll write
my happy sappy
got over the depression
post-treatment tract


fret what if I am going to crash
and wake up baffled
by how I was ever
stupid and deluded enough
to put my faith
back in this system

hope
is the last thing we expect
to find in a voting booth
we've been burned before
we're all scarred up
shot up and jailed and abused and wasted
and you name it baby


still
I sense
inside us
a mighty roar
that will make them shit themselves and run



call me crazy whatever

I have been preparing

for this moment

all of my life*


yr words
will never hurt me again

I'm ready
to fight you

stick for stick
stone for stone



or
just
forgive

you


with a kiss
on the cheek

and a

welcome to the show

judeo corporate lifestyling




JUDAEO--CORPORATE--LIFESTYLING

sailing the seas of our collective consciousness

so sick of the fucking corporate
excuses for killing me

this whore of a world is all played out
watch it die

BANG BANG BANG goes the gun in my head

bin laden's fate will be decided in your name



bin LADens' FATE WILL BE DECIDED IN YR NAME



bin LADen's FATE WILL BE DECIDED IN YR NAME
ARE YOU READY FOR HIS WRATH???

FOR HIS SPIRIT TO inspire THE YOUNG
ALL OVER THE WORLD
INTO BEING rightous, SENSeLESS bombs?


somebodies GONNA DECIDE THE poor soldier's FATE

HE WORKED FOR YOU ONCE
before we didn't need him for a few years
we were sure he would
lose our religious brainwashing
the fervor of war
we stirred up in him
to fight the soviets
and settle back into his family's moneyed ways



will they MURDER
OR FIND THE GRACE
TO LET HIM GO HOME

LET HIM TEACH
US WHAT HIS LIFE IS LIKE
AS A CRUSADER FOR THE RIGHTOUS

jihads end




25/02/07



OSAMA BIN LADEN
laughing at A PSYCHEDELIC PEACE BEAR
in his LAP TOP
as he HITs A HOOKA on A WEBCAM
and blows some sweet smoke into MY PARTY!!!!!


WE NEED ALL
EVOLVING beasts
IN THIS ONE SILLY ASS TRIBE

STAY IN YOURS

JOIN OURS

WHATEVER

CHILL


ARTISTS AND WARRIORS
YOU HAVE DESTROYED

NOW
YOU CAN FINALLY CREATE
HELP THE CHILDREN


HEROes

CIRCLE THE FORESTS and animals
BAYONETS DRAWN
let no enemies pass


LET the ragged soldier's GREAT FAMILY LEAD the desert
let his gentle smile be their true reward
softening our hearts and opening our minds

WE NEED TO FIND OUT
from bin laden
WHY THIS HATE EXPLODES ACROSS THE GLOBE


DON'T YOU WANT TO TAKE A CLASS WITH THIS DUDE

PICK HIS MIND
HAVE A DOOBIE AND ENJOY HIS GENTLE SMILE SIDE

HE FOUGHT FOR YOU
ONCE
BEFORE YOU LEFT HIM FOR DEAD
LIKE WE DID SO MANY
TO THE UNKNOWN HEART BREAK OF SILENT SPIES
AND POLS AND WARRIORS AND MOTHERS AND MONKS AND MAD MEN AND

PAIN here marching through the carnage
trying not to wretch again







LET HIM GO HOME

LET HIM ADD HIS WORDS

TO HISTORY

HE HAS EARNED HIS REsPEcT

HE IS A WARRIOR

LET HIM SING

I LONG TO HEAR HIS SONG




DON'T LET HIM DIE
ALL CRIPPLED AND DRUGGED
AND MYTHIC
THIS IS NOT THE TIME
FOR ANOTHER ABUSED CHILD
TO DIE FROM OUR LACK OF TEARS

let the hunters go home

i came out of my cave fighting




we are at war

we must not forget this sacred vow to our blood
not for one fucking second!!!!

i am not responsible




you are not responsible


we

are

not responsible


something good is stirring


are you ready for the awakening????

yours


might have to pay a few more dues?


though not if I can help it
I'm at your back
all crazy ready for some more shit

all of our hearts were in the right place once



we took knowledge



ran off and got all arrogant

we needed to learn
blame no one

based on the curses

of made up ghosts

they took my insurance



left me behind
the tribe
to fight off the jackels and vultures alone



they great they
kept the words from us
called our class frankenstein monsters

now
we better them
by offering
them the open arms
of
peace

starts in america







goes to the soviet union
china

wherever the hell there is PAIN


we are coming for you



the eagle is aloft

the sickle soars

bruce lee has been ressurected and he is pissed

when the revolution hits



you gotta surf like you've never surfed before
through the floods of words
seeking always the safe harbors of truth
where the criminal and revolutionaries band together
against common fascists

figure out




nothing was ever lost to us

that the prophets were always there


merely just forgotten and abused
struggling in coffee shops and in parks
and falling victim to crazy shades of blues

one of my very sorry little attempts to show my oil paintings, pets, girl...

a new mural in rodgers park... and picking up poo and sniffing pee

m and i take a trip down to the bean sculpture... here in Chicago...

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Ruby dog fights the mighty dash... click on video to watch at utube

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The collected john scott ridgway
a demented little entry into philosophy, humour and redemption.,

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