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.



2008/07/29

A LIFE AFFIRMING EXPERIENCE... FOR ONCE.

Johnny Pain here with a unexpectantly kittenish service for a seriall killer.... who I explain for those who don't know me, Know I majored in military intelligenfce, met a lot of spies, and some hated me and some liked me. i ONLY kill for liberal causes. Well, that and shit like people who crowd me on the sidewalk, where if my girlfriend and witnesses are no where to be seen... I like to cut their tendons.

Anyways, I promised you a story... this one is weird because I actually saved a life... and no, of course not, I am not speaking of you vile humans (there are too many of you, by your own accessments, and to a hunter like me that means cull the tribe...

2008/07/26

below is an article on cops driving with a black head on their attenna

this is from the'fictional' blog of Jesus Christ. I have been convinced by the pope the president and others that this is true. Maybe they are playing me because I am very influential writer... which would be easy, with my military background, I know they can insert personalities in peoples minds, which react only to them. They use this for assasines and others who they want to forget their mission.

So, I am either Jesus Christ, or they fucking brain washed me when I started and athiestic campaign for peace. I suddenly had a weird seizure, and my girlfriend was told I was sleeping for 30 hours and there was no point in coming in. Yea, right. I forgot who I was. A personality of the Christ began rising in me.... the miracloe is a little harder to explain, let alone the dreams of God's face, and white lightening and fire flowing from my chest and back. There is much,much more.. phone tapped, filmed in my house, even on the toilet. A lot of people were privy to this. Are you one? Then why do you not come help me get the fuck out of this prison of Chicago, where they have assigned me freinds and a lover.

You can read all about it in http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com

among the occurances: they got tv personalties to talk to me about running a revolution... I do not know if everyone noticed or not. I assume they did. They referred to my campaign as Political Theatre in the Senate, until they saw me pulling off miracles.






Saturday, July 26, 2008
the police in new york are driving around with the head of a dead black person



below is an article on cops driving with a black head on their attenna




THIS SHIT HAS TO STOP. THEY ARE STOPPING OUR Y0UNG AND MAKING THEM FEAR THE POLICE. this is no way to support crime eradication. THE COPS MUST BE FIRED. PERIOD. OR.... YOU GOING TO BE WONDERING WHY SOMEONE IS KILLING ALL THE COPS IN HARLEM. WE ARE GOING TO START KILLING THEM IF THEY LEAVE US NO CHOICE. PASS THE WORD. By the way, this is a work that says it is fiction, and most people think Jesus is fiction, so it stands... I will be writing out hit lists and shit. I do not want anyone dead, just attacked with words... but if they use those black heads, like they did in the slavery days, when they hung slaves heads on sticks... for bullshit.





below is an article on cops driving with a black head on their attenna



http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/26/nyregion/26harlem.html?ex=1374724800&en=76c875238ea1356a&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink




You 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.
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2008/07/08

good news, elfshits (as I used to call my readers)


MY BOOKS ARE NOW GOING TO BE ON AMAZON.COM... YOU WILL BE ABLE TO GOINTO BOOKSTORES AND ASK FOR THEM.

Yes, no more is my shameful writing just available to a few connesiurs of this bizarre, gonzo writer on Chicago's north side.

I have been off line going over the books, and adding some things the publisher required, like a title page. I had been starting with dedications, but I guess you need a title page. It is kind of a big deal. The place where I have them, LULU, offers these services like five hundred bucks, but they liked my work, or thought I had potential or something, and wanted to sign me on, make them my official publishers. It is good to be noticed, and given this opportunity to finally get my books out all over this here world.

WE ARE GOING TO FUCKING CHANGE THIS WORLD, FOLKS. WEED IS GOING TO BE LEGALIZED AND THE JAILS WILL BE EMPTIED OF THE POT HEADS... THE DAY I QUIT SMOKING WEED IS THE DAY THEY CLOSE THE LAST FUCKING BAR. UNTIL THAT HAPPENS, I WILL TAKE MY DRUG OF CHOICE AS A RIGHT, NOT AS A FUCKING CRIME.

I got so pissed when I heard the pope was making drug use a sin because it adds to the criminal elements power. I have to give it to the vatican, they were diplomatic, and their proposal has a ring of sanity to the unsuspecting. The truth is, making weed a sin will drive people from that church, into mine. So, screw them.

I have been off line, like I said. I thought the part was going to cost me alot, and it turned out to be a ten dollar thing they had on the corner. I am so happy to be connected again.

A lot has been happening. Mostly inside of me, where I have been in Jesus mode, finishing up that book, trying to give more context to the poetry. I ended up thinking that there is an entirely other book to be written about what I went through. I went back and forth on which events I was going to write about. Unfortunatly, I know a lot of Top Secret Shit now, and this is stuff they do not want you to know, and shit that might cause a witch hunt among people who were just doing their best in the worst of circumstances.

I have never had a year like the last couple, with all the attention to my blog because of the revolutionary poems, and all the people who are convinced that I am an angel or Jesus or a wizard or the anti christ or a unicorn or buddha or the god of mars or whatever... I have become a bit of underground sensation gone global.

What you read here is perused by the biggest stars in Hollywood, as well as spies who would like to find a smoking gun in my hand -- I have never even owned a gun, or involved myself in a radical organization, or plotted against the government. I did get attacked by them, and they drugged me and caused my back pain to increase. This all sounds paranoid and whatever... but, I am enmeshed in the Intelligence world now. I have made it clear that I will work for none of them, and all of them. I am not against spies, per se. That would be stupid. I am also not against monitoring terrorists, but when they have almost a million peace activists under survaillance in this country, something is wrong.

Our country now allows phone taps. Your phone and blog are probably monitered for key words.

People wonder why I misspell a lot? You misspell the hot button words, and they will not come up on the NSA searches. Make sense?

It is too late for me to ever be off their radar. I have also put myself in some physical danger with this writing. People take me wrong. I can be pretty harsh, and that is never going to go away.

I have been working with a camera man to shoot some footage. I will at least be putting up some poetry videos next week, if nothing else, and a teaser for the upcoming Belly Dancing Around Chicago.... You will get to see me with much shorter hair. When I was in jail, I got it all buzzed off, around the eighth of october, it was a tangled up mess. The jail combs broke in my hair. They did not medicate me for my chronic pain for the first seven days, so I was taking abunch of showers everyday, like ten, to get a little relief from the agony... the constant wet hair was annoying as hell. I just had them nub my head. M loved the look. It made me feel mean... well, the hair and jail. I came out of jail thinking There is no way in hell I will go through that again, no matter who has to fucking die. I have somewhat mellowed on this approach, but I the way they treated me in jail was criminal. People were in real distress in amedical ward where you got your pills only after seven days. People needed things like catheters (he had a bullet in his back and needed it to empty his bladder). He was in the bunk above me and I felt so fucking sorry for him. A good guy.

Anyways... I am just kind of blathering today. I am sorry if any of you think I am full of shit. You really need to wake up to how fascist this country has become. I have experienced their ways now, know how they attack. Luckily, with the radio show and the thousands, millions who know of me, they would have more trouble than they want if they try to take me on.

I mean this... if they come for me, I expect you to tear some shit up.


Just kidding. I can take whatever they do to me. As a writer and a thinker and a very street wise mother fo, I have always found I can befriend about anyone. Brains means a lot in prison. I mean, I ended up hanging out with these big time gang bangers because almost no one in there could spell, and most had limited vocabularies. The one guy was a champion, talked a lot about playing some big mobster all the time when he was locked up before. The Mobster used to bring them all sausage samwiches every friday, and all the cons loved him. They would cheer when he won, and get alll pissed when my buddy beat him.

I could not write or really settle down without something to cut down my pain, but once I was medicated almost properly, I realized that jail for me would mean a lot of books, and painting, and teaching.

I do not want to ever be locked up again though. Chicago has me locked up in a kindly sort of way.

We went to Navy Pier downtown this week, saw cirque de shang hai, and they were wonderful. The pier juts off downtown chicago, and has a huge ferris wheel. The stage is under a permanent white tarp, and birds were flying through while the acrobats were performing. Amazing what the human body can do. The women were so amazingly edible in their tights. I wanted to take like ten of the into the bedroom, you know...

Acrobats always turn me on. I mean, you can't help but picture them nude... or at least I do. Of course, I do that with everyone... so if I am ever meet you, look at you and projectile vomit... you will know it is time to quit kidding yourself about your appearance and get backto the fucking gym.

Speaking of appearance, the beaches are loaded with Bikini's this time of year. It is like heaven down there. I know a lot of the people who are there. Like the kite man, who I am going to make a little movie about, and all the dog walkers, of course... such a friendly neiborhood, really. I say hello to everyone, usually. OCciasionally, like today, I wear my dark shades and head phones. Head phones allow you to seem preoccupied. I have more fun though when I say hello to everyone.

I have a few new poems to put up, and that is what I meant to add, but here I am, after not getting to write on anyting except the books for the last few weeks, it is nice just to write one of those everywhere blog entries...

I usually end up erasing these kind of entries... or when I abonden one blog, I leave them behind. Oh, well.

Big Love to all of you. Pray for peace. Fight for justice.

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...

Click on the side of the videos and it should take you to utube, where you can view the entire video.

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

Thank YOU for over a half million hits at my various sites ... new counter.

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