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.


Sylvia the Psychic Old Hag Spewing Chunks of Shit Out Of Her Mouth On Fox

I watch the news all morning, over the top of my tiny, Acer computerscreen, in a very half-assed manner, as I check through my daily rounds of NYT, The Cult Network, Huffington Post, A Socialist site that has some great reporting, and about five other news sources that I check Daily. .  In Chicago you can get News all night, and the biggest three then have morning shows.  I skip around between 7 and 9.  Mary likes 9 more than me.  They are ever so slightly conservative, though nothing like fox.  The last hour, between 9 and 10, Fox is the only one still playing news (obviously, the cable is out again -- another financially related break down that I will fix one of these days and get it back... I dearly love Watching John Stewart and Steven Colbert - in fact, if it were not for them, and their bitting, political humor, I used to think that the entire media just sucked.  They pretend that they are objective, then show they are subjective in ways that their dense audiences do not see -- mostly, by choosing the conservatives stories and making them sound plausible,because, after all, a nightly news on a huge station is a big deal to people and they believe... audiences want everyone to be their own personal Walter Cronkite, oozing the truth through his soothing baritone.  No more.  The law about equal exposure was tossed away a few years ago, and now the news can be used however the station owner wants....   sad but honest at least.  Fox's mental trap has actually opened a lot of eyes to the whole scam of news, which is the true irony  -  their Achilles heel.

After the news today, one of those 'human intrestie, newsie shows.  The first guest comes on and I reach for the remote, then they say they have psychic Sylvia.  I watch as this badly wigged, haggard looking, over-weight Psychic Sylvia was asked a host of questions about ghosts, basically.  She instantly 'knew' the answers, rattling them off as quickly as she could so she could get to as many shills as possible (though in this case, the station was footing the bill for this scamathon.  I watch for a few minutes, my  fingers still on the computer pad...  She is asked if she can talk to ghosts about her fate.   She laughs and says, "No, they won't tell me anything about me, otherwise I would win the lotto."

I got the feeling she had said this before many times.  She was probably preempting people who might think about this?  Anyways, her answer applies to all psychics.  Damn scammers, mostly.

Now. I actually do have a slight belief in psychic phenomena, after seeing a psychic who, ironically enough, also contacted a ghost, in the presence of myself and my  brothers.  We were camping, and sitting around listen to him playing his guitar and drinking beers.  She suddenly went rigid, and a few tears began streaming down her face.  Her husband explained, "She's a psychic.  Someone is contacting her."  After about five minutes, the obviously shaken woman explained that their was a lonely ghost who wanted to contact us... this got very weird from there, and is written in other entries, about David Michael Gilbert.  The point is that she was charging no money, expecting no contact, etc..

Her experience shook her and us so much, that though I was eighteen, we asked her to walk back to my dad's camper with us.  She stopped under a tree and said the spot was powerful.  I looked up and saw a bit of rope tied to the branch, then remembered David swinging on a tire that had been there;  he smacked his head on the tree, and I had to put my arm around him and help him back to camp.  He stayed in high spirits despite what was a solid, painful, brain scrambling, complete side of his head, from chin to his head of hair, smack into an oak tree.  This was about the only time I ever held him.  I later found out his sexuality was in question... and I remembered him coming on to me on one of my frequent sleep-overs.   Anyways...  I was not going to go to far into this because it is elsewhere in the dense tombs blasting out of my fingertips.

I know I am preaching to the choir on this one.  My reader Bob feels the same way I do.  I tell people I have a very specific target audience for my work... though I try to avoid telling them that my target audience is the one guy who reads my stuff, a radical commie, living outside of St. Louis.  Thanks again, Bob.    Oh, well.

My point is that this is fraud.   The audience was asking questions of Sylvia the Psychic and she was instantly in contact with the ghosts, and gave her glib advice out as quickly as she could, to reach as many shills as possible.  Nothing like the psychic that I witnessed.  No, the mouth under the blonde wig cut somewhat like a slightly longer Beatles hair-cut from their early phase, just instantly told the questioner's that their father indeed wanted them to take that loan out on the car... or, she sends her love.  The guy who got this response thought he was being haunted by some ghost, and another wanted  to give him advice -- his passed on wife.  He wanted Sylvia the Psyhcic to be more specific, but she refused..  "No, she has no message.. other than that she loves you."   Another woman wants to ask her father something, and Syl. the Psy. laughed and told her, "Your father is rigth behind you."  The woman and her comapaignions are freaked out, kind of start and look around...

We want to believe so bad that we listen to this person, who is so obviously a scam.  One night in the cab I picked up a gypsy woman and she gave me the address of an all night psychic shop, on a popular corner, Belmont and Clark.  They are in a basement apartment in a gray, stone three flat, with a neon sign flashing int he window that they give PSYCHIC READINGS.   She is young and single and lets me know it kind of quick.  We have a nice chat, and she even offers me a free reading.  I asked her if she believed in what she did?"

She look thoughtful for a moment, said, "I didn't believe in it for awhile. When I was a teenager.  It's like a religions, you know?  The religion I was raised in."
"So you believe it now?"
"Yes."  She says this and looks down... making me wonder if she lis lying?

She was cute and I was basically single (open relationship), but I could not bring myself to take her up on the free reading.  It just would have been too weird.  Back then, I was convinced that God was a big scame by the ruling elite to control the masses  --  before I realized that though a lot of preachers are repulsive, behind thier mumbo jumbo, there is a spirit, which is more than likely would disassociate himself/herself from their deluded strictures, the flim-flam of the priests who took his words and used them for their own purposes.  Like my Jesus believed, in Waking Up Jesus.  I should write somewhere that this passage harkens back to God Emperor Of Dune, a series of books I have read over and over in my life, because time and again I went to my library and found them to be my best choice of reading -- our relationship started when I was in seventh grade.  Love those books all to hell, and still I have not bought the ones his son is writing about his father's universe. ...  so I do not know how good they are, though I know I will love them... just immersing myself in that world again is enough for me.   Royalty as kind leaders is cool compared to the reality -- look at places where they allow the royal family to lead, like Saudi Arabia, where since power is so concentrated with a patriarchal families belief system, the women are not allowed to have the power they would need to get the right to drive a car, buy her own airline tickets, etc...  all the traps that woman who have escaped from that mental trap talk about... some woman are abducted and taken there, and these laws make it almost impossible for them to escape -- same with servants, who often turn their passports over to their owners... at first they are told it is for safe keeping,though soon enough they learn that their Masters will decide when they can leave.  Now, I had a great friend from Saudi Arabia once, and he was totally cool, smoked weed and drove a sports car and chased women.  He was vastly rich, a prince.  One day he was bitching about his dad buying his little brother a Maserati.  His dad would not buy him a really nice car until he was back in his home country.  One night I was there and a bunch of Muslims came over.  They were trying to convert my friend back into being a fundamentalist.  I do not know what they had in mind, and they treated me just fine, but they took him off into a corner and preached at him for a half hour about something secretive enough that they basically whispered.  He told me that he acted one way in Ame4rica, and another in Saudi Arabia.
He also told me that he would rather see the mere ankle of a Saudi Woman, than an american one in a bikini... not that he did not like American Women.  He was very charming with everyone.   The people of Saudi Arabia may be very different than me, and our philosophies all together different, but our Common Ground is a wide field.  When in Rome, and all that,right?

He told me that they did not have to go to through customs because they were royalty.  He also told me that they would fly to countries that allowed drinking and gambling, and pick up a bunch of prostitutes, who they would do on the plane.  Then when Monday rolled around again, they would take off their jeans and t-shirts and don that gownish thing they wear.  Of course, no women were allowed on these trips.

From Psychics to religions that have become the whinsy of Royalty.  The only good thing about Al Queda is that they are fighting there to stop Royalty Rule.  They have too many jets and arms for the States to let that happen.

Actually I wish them no bad will personally, and wish they would just wake up somehow to the rights of women...  and I wish those psychics who look at the spirit as an object they are pushing on some customer would shut the hell up.  Of course, why should I get my way now, after all these years...

Go in peace, whether your religion recommends as much or not...or go in war,if the cause is just enough.. and not just the frantic dream of a few neocons, which started pushing for an invasion years before Bush got into power and decided that since Iraq threatened his dad, he wanted some revenge.. . so the tens of thousands who have died are going to get their revenge where?   Against the Republican Party in general I suppose, as society is doing with their vote.

So... let me end this wide ranging discussion of various lies we tell ourselves and others, and how they shape how we make money, present ourselves... and shape entire societies.  Too bad we give so much substance to mere shadows.

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