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....

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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 best cat I ever had died yesterday, after a horrifying week watchig him go down. He was my baby in every way, still nursed on my arm, slept at the head of the bed beside me most nights...

His death is like losing a child to me. Sixteen years of keeping him from danger, making sure he was fed... the only time I ever failed him, was when I was being drugged and bugged by whoever..

This week has sucked all around. I distanced myself from my beloved brothers because I can take only so much abuse before I strike out.

Buks death goes along well with the death of all the dreams of the writer I used to be. He always sat at the top of the keys, or on my lap, as I typed. I used to dream that people would finally notice me... then when they did, it was horrible. Just horrible.

I will never forgive this country for what happened to me. I will never forget. People would like me better if I just decided to pretend nothinng happened to me. If I just pretended that we have a fair government, and voted like a good little empty headed sheep.

How any of this is possible... what happened to me... I have no idea. This world is certainly a hidden place. The masons, the pope, the government... who would have thunk they were anything sinister... well, a lotof people, but not me... not until I ran up against them.

They count on people not believing me... yet so many people know about me. How is it even possible for me to continue on living? I guess because sometimes I get pissed by all this. Pissed feels better than defeated.

I have basically pulled back from Facebook. I am not going to go around having polite conversations with people I do not know... the peer pressure on that thing is to be mediocre, non-controversial. Like most people live. Too late for me to go back to that kind of thinking.

I heard a song by the arctic monkeys that reminded me of myself, though I have no idea what it was about... there was a line, You puff out your chest and walk around like you won.'

That's me in a nutshell. I didn't know what was going on, just wanted to bring a little more justice into this world, then they provoked me with sleeplessness, pain, and drugs. Tried to destroy me. Well, they almost succeeded. They have certainly destroyed any chance of myever having a literary career.

What is the point in all this writing I do, if the government is just going to make sure that I never achieve any success? I guess I could say that I do it just to spite them. In a way, that is true. Mostly though, there is nothing else I can do.

There never was. I was manipulated. I was writing poetry... it inspired acts I do not even know about.... the ones I saw were bad enough. Trying to organize liberals and bring down Bush was my intent, but they had to fuck with me, insert their Jesus into my head... weird how people were so ready to believe nonsense.

I don't even feel like this life I have is worth living. Everything is crippled and broken, from my personal relationships, to my career, to my body and spirit.

How do I live on? I was just trying to re-enter into society in a way, going to concert, getting out more... now, with Buk's death, I am right back where I was... feeling like I went up against some serious shit, and they defeated me.

I saw the simpsons episode again last night, about Maggie becoming the child of peace, than getting replaced by a demonic bart. That is a nice metaphor for early on. When the drugging and the poetry started, I was filled with love for everyone and all types of music. It was a wonderful feeling. I heard the DJ's talking about this shit going on with me all the time. I should have went out before I did, but I was overwhelmed, and had no idea what was happening in the world. I tried to make it out like I did, but how could I have? Yes, messages were given to me on the tv and shit, but they were usually just pointing out the obvious to me. What I want to know is who is really in charge of this world? It sure as hell is not the government that we vote for. They became pawns fairly quickly to the poeople who backing me.

I never expected to have any success at starting a campaign, but they were so afraid of me... why I kept wondering? Back then I chalked it up to some spiritual explanation for myself that I did not know about.

Was the whole christ ideation in my head merely a brainwashed implant? Funny, I know all these people who know more about this than they let on... but what am I supposed to do?

I still see the guy who came up to me one day, and told me that I am Jesus Christ, and the entire world knows. Hard to believe he works for the government...

I used to think that there was some way out of this maze. That there were honest people in this world. Now, I know that most people are willing to go right along with this madness.

I can barely type... so sad. Buk represents another time, sixteen years ago, when I was a happiesh bachelor, working at a good job, working out, had a decent enough girlfriend and sometimes a bit on the side. I was not always happy. I did feel like if I just kept writing, one day something good would come of it, but I cannot see what good has come from my work.

The one thing I do know...

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