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.


the faulted one crips on....

I am so sick of the Waking Up Jesus blog and book. Writing in the voice a deity, requires me to rationalize all of my behavior into some symbolic show... a performance. I am very good at taking someting that has happened and giving it a context, though this a trick that requires running fast and loose with the truth.

These religious people who instill in themselves and others absolute convictions are completly beyond me. I guess this is good, because you have to question everything in this forest of lies and half truths and spin doctors and all the petty agendas of all the not so petty people. I wanted that book to tell too many stories at once.

I wanted to talk about the debacle my life in the arts has been; simply trying to stay true to doing art for the sake of art, and not money, might seem simple to some but it becomes increasingly complex on an empty stomach. I guess never having had to really make a living at the arts has helped. Not that I make a living. I make about a half a living. What can you do? I think I will always be the brokest person I know on some levels. I am gambling on a game that does not always pay off... and by my own rules.

I am not trying to reinvent the wheel anymore. I drive effortlessly on the wheels that I have.

I tried to write comedy the other day just to see what would happen, and came up with probably what will be the last ever bogging bush. Who knows? I am so ready to get back to writing about issues more abstract and universal than local political issues; ready to be the one who sets a few thoughts rolling in the minds of people who can use them better than I ever have.

I knoq rhw pettiness of people. THey will like you and turn on you on a dime. Usually, without even bothering to make sure that their assumptions about you are correct. Especially in the city, where there is always some person to hang out with, should one choose. I never do, for reasons harder to explain than that I am a loner, because in most ways I am not, I just like to be able to think about whatever I want, and this is difficult when trying to hold up a conversation.

The comedy story brought me no mirth at all while I was writing it. That was weird. Happens.

I did not meet my deadline for having the new editions of the books up, but I did make great strides toward at least having them done for CHristmas. I had slapped together the blogged writing from waking up jesus and the elves attic, telling an almost insiders tale, and then had to go back and make sure that people who were not as famaliar with the tale realized where I was coming from. Telling a story in poetry in what is more a mental landscape than a physical one, is difficult. There is not one to move through space when one is trying to capture a dramatic, possibly fradulent, spiritual experience of the most violent sort.

I am back to feeling like the topic is too diseased to talk much about. I will always criticize the excesses of religion, and the hypocrisy and their use by political forces, yet I understand better now why people believe the crazy shit that they do.

Writers like me are to blame, some. I mean, I deal with the issue of violence and anger and being a primal beast in jeans and tennis shoes trying to pretend otherwise, ny writing violent comedy. People think I am a serial killer. I write about spiritual matters, people think I want to start a cult. I write about a revolution of values, people I think I want them to start shooting at each other... I write that I want peace, and people are ready to abondan the Iraqi people to what would have probably been a dire fate... I say you really do need war sometimes, and you think I want armies raging about the globe making everyone share my values (or yourse, more likely).

There is almost no winning without being able to fully explain what seems too obvious to even write.... part of the reason so much of my comedy is self-effacing is because I know the trap of taking my one little life too damn seriously. I still get my leg caught in this bear trap daily, but I at least notice it is the trap that is doing it, not god or some chemical in my head or another person or poverty or whatever. There is always someone worse off... and all that.

I have spent about all of the mental energy that I can on trying to decipher my present circumstances with the government, and indeed my public... I have to just move on with my life as if nothing happened. This is pretty serious to the people who are still involved in my monitoring, and to address you spies directly, let me just say that I have no further political plans what-so-ever. I want to support my issues, write my comedy, give readings, sell my books and go on with my life.

If you consider my damn books so dangerous, then you should allow me to talk to people so I can quell that nonsense. I do not want people using my words for their nefarious myths anymore. Unless the entire world is ready to believe in some figure like Jesus, he can only in the end be divisive in my work. I would rather seek some kind os consensus. They matter much more to me than the differences. At the same time, there is no removing my hatred for in-justics, etc... or my view that no one is to blame for this shit.

Since childhood, I have always thought that most criminals had a reason to be criminals. Bad breaks, genes, genies... whatever. A very psychological view of the matter. Now I am prone to add a lot of economics and lack of education to the equation. Mostly though, people just need a few more good options. If there is a golden ring, most will reach for it.

This is why I keep coming back to the idea of forgiving everyone, even though I can't seem to achieve this in my gut, it fits my head most of the time. Sure, I have thoughts otherwise, the same petty impulses for vengence that are natural, but I would rather just move on... hope the path is easier on up ahead.

Oh, well... this has just been a ramble about my interior monolouge for the last few weeks. Sorry to bore ya.

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