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.


letter to a buddy about the sleazy folk running da Ciddy....

So, since I have the internet and the new computer, I am writing a lot in my blogs. I am too serious for the people who used to follow me for the daly comedy. I have kind of thrown out the idea of pleasing my readers at this point. I am writing essay's that are beyond some of my friends, who just kind of shrug and say they cannot follow me. I still have some readers who are brainy who like this turn of events. So.... when my internet connection was cut off a few months ago, I had just written two articles about the corrupt mayor here in town. I suspected at the time that there might be a connection, because after the shit I have been through, you realize that occasionally something that seems coincidental is not at all... well, I figured out yesterday, while reading back through my blog, that one of the entries I wrote about Mayor Daly was missing. I had written two, and the second one was much kinder, because there are some things I love about this mayor... and I wanted to be balanced. Well, is this all a co-incidence? Once I wrote a poem that called Daly, The first gangsta mayor... and the entry immediatly went down... I had to retype it (this had never happened before and never has since). That day on TV I saw a black politician talking about the difference between gansta and gangster. Weird. Anyways, since the entry was taken down, I am all pissed off.... I can remember the heart of it, but the words as they were put together, and the honesty of the moment, are of course lost. I am basically considering the guy in my cross hatch. This is a good time to do this... the two papers in town are doing all these articles about local corruption because the state government is working on an anti-corruption bill that the politicians keep gutting.... They really are sleazy bastards in this town. I like to think this is not universal. I had never seen anything like this in the other cities I lived. I used to see cops going into the cab office, and coming out with big wads of cash that they non-chalantly counted and cut up in their cars. This is a mob run cab company, mind you. I worked for them because they were a block from my house. I am glad I did, in a way. A real education to see how sleazy these guys really are. I was one of their favorites, so they took care of me.... actually involved me in insurance fraud without my knowledge, and sent me to a supposed doctor who recommended a bunch of shit to me after an accident... physical therapy forever... since you get, in a settlement, three times your medical bills. I stormed into the cab companies lawyers office (yes, one of the mobsters sons is their lawyer -- how cliche is that)... and told him this place tried to get me involved in fraud. A year later this clinic was busted. I would have actually went to jail if I did what this mobster wanted me to. Fuck... they blamed one of my accidents on someone else, charged the guy 450 bucks. I found out a year after it happened, and was sick at the though,... there was nothing I could do. We paid 60 bucks a day for the cab, but when they gathered the money envelopes, they would always take the money from a couple of them, then tell the drivers that they never got their lease. The drivers all knew they were doing it, and just paid up like a corruption tax. When it happened to me, I made a big deal our of it -- and since I was buddies with the head guy, who bought one of my paintings, they suddenly 'found' my lost lease. I told some guy who I was great friends with in grade school about a little of what happened to me, and freaked him, made him think I am crazy. That is part of what makes me crazy -- I know too much, man. I have had an experience that is so outside the norm, that it sounds like madness when related, which is why I relegated the story to Waking Up Jesus. My story is certainly now very, very different than most, which is good for my writing, because the world my Waking Up Jesus lives in is ours, but most people will think it merely a fiction. Enough people know about me that my words are totally believed by them -- if you think I am alone in my vision, then know no less than steven colbert and john stewart know and accept what I say as total fact. They both tried to help me.... I think. That is the thing about the spies, you never know who is who.... i you are a guy like me. I know of a couple spies in this neighborhood, but I also know that some of these spies are on my side.... and some are not. I figure, since I am not in jail or being harrassed for pot smoking or something, that I have a lot of allies here in town. Oh, well...

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