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 common man's opinion ain't necessarily common sense

I went through a period of my life where I thought Democracies showed that people were too stupid to govern themselves. Period. Saw Reagan get elected against all odds of logic and good taste -- a severe shock to the mentality that I was raised within, where there was a gradiul rising of the middle class, and equality of pay being forced upon the bosses by collective bargaining. Oh, well.

Later on in life, as everything became oh so more complex, and just idling hating someone because they were part of the problem became stupid to me (who by then was past the adolescent mental state of thinking of that I alone was not part of the problem), I started to wonder why did people do all these actions that seemed damaging to them? Why did they do things, like let the unions be broken, that were going to drastially lower their standards of living? This has happened, as sure as 46 million are uninsured because the companies do not have to offer a 'living', just another 'job,' to their employees.

People mostly respond like fish in a school. They almost all swim the same way. The safety in numbers is reassuring. An unconscious process. We instinctively want to be a part of our society, and we unquestioningly follow our genes demand to do so. So... I decided, at some point, to offer humanity the forgiveness that they were not necessarily stupid, just ill informed.

You can see this in cults, or countries that restrict the press. Give people only a few options of what to believe -- and preferably just one, and you can control them.

The health care debate in america is a prime example of most people simply not understanding what this debate is about. They are the fish swimming among a school of barracuda, convinced that they too have teeth. In the end, the insurance companies and their politicians and their media strategists will win. They play the Nazi card, the Communist Card, The Socialist Card... oh, they so want to use that 'n' word that you can hear it in their sneers as they address the cameras and blather stuff that really seems true to them.

People who try to draw a direct line between collective bargaining and their darkest fears of an america with no individual liberty, are duped. Duped. This is at least my writer's take. I want to think that if people can be duped, that they can be 'unduped.' I was 'duped' by a lot of things until I read up on the subject, or ended up confronting the problem in some class.

A hopeful reaction.

Then... there was yesterday, as I read through two scientific bloggers going back and forth about they both could see by the data that the greenhouse was going to devastate life as we know it in the next fifty years, then get worse from there.

They were basically debating what was the best way to dance to our graves? One wanted to spread hope, because what else can you do, but hope you are wrong... while the other considered this 'repressing the truth.'

I think this is kind of debate is premature. What can we do? Try to ease the horror of the effects on the world around us. The best we can do. Without that.... if we truly do stumble into generations of people who are raised by science to know that the world is ending because of our environmetal habits, what are they going to be like? How wild will they get in the pursuit to forget the future.

Forgetting the past is easy. Try forgetting the future. Try sitting around watching a calender, waiting for the day you have to report to prison.

I had to quit reading the debate between these two brave souls, standing out there in the decay of the future, wandering what our path is going to be like as we travel there... I started losing my breath. The anxiety of my day became too overwhelming.

I moved on and read another story, watched a tv show... went to the lake. Tried to just come back to the place where I live, really... rather than all the projections in my head, the labrynths I travel through, trying to get a clear picture with only the fleeting flames of a bic lighter, that grows too hot for my hand periodically, leaving me in total darkness.

Today, this is more of a journal entry than an essay. Is that my way of saying that no structure holds these words together? Maybe... time will tell. Or a tree will fall to the audience of a startled squirrel or two and begin the long journey back into the earth.

Now... I am trying to foster a mentality within myself that can withstand my haunting memories, and the compexities of the life that I find myself trapped within; I got what I wished for, a voice in the world, only to discover that the scrutiny of self and others that comes when you open yourself up to dream your wildest dreams, no matter how tragic and farfetched, exposes you to the eyes of the damning.

I never used to mind being hated for my ideas. I expected that when I started writing from my minority perspective. Well, I guess I am at least in the minority among the media reported... in other circles, I seem to be in something of a great, overwhelming majority...

ugh.... a back ache is forcing me to stop typing. Same as yesterday. Odd.... I had been doing very fine on the back front, and then.... boom. A temproray blip. Hopefully....

Reminds me of the unrelenting pain that cropped up when I started the radio show. I was doing fine before that... then, bam. those were at least partially caused by, I am told and would love to have proof there of, quasars... so, of course, in the part of my mind that I always keep open to wild speculation, just in case there is some truth there that I would ordinarily dismiss with a certain prejudice, I wonder.... are they blasting me again?

They tell me a lot by what they censor. Funny. I find them horrifically over-reacting. I want the world to work as smooth and peacefully as they do, maybe more so... given a choice, I would sit around and discuss the world's problems with my ideological enemies... instead, here I am... a defacto-enemy of the state.

My greatest indictment of this society is that it considers me the criminal. I look around at what is legal and think "Well, that is the true crime... not what i'm smoking."

Hope in a hopeless world.

Our brain will always shoot us a few messages about why we need hope.

which is what government health care would mean -- we have a power in numbers that none has alone. Simple stuff.

The humility that comes with admitting how flawed humans are takes some of the thunder out of my self-rightousness, humbles me down enough to glimpse the truth out of the eyes of others, as well.

the general Peace and Love mentality that raised me as a child in the sixties and early seventies.

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