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.


a message to my jailers

I lay around with the events of the last year piled up on top of me, pressing down on my chest until I can barely breath. How do they get everyone to shut about me? When this first started, the tribune had a headline reading, There Is A Secret in This House. At the time, my gut feelings were leading me around, and i just avoided the coverage about me. I had been convinced that I was Jesus, and was writing a new bible. After a series of dreams and siezures and getting amnesia and put on a wicked drug that I did not need. I thought the world was going to rapidly change... and at the time I needed no more evidence than the bizarre poetry that was flowing from my mind. I was obsessed with my own words, and basicallyignoring everyone else, thinking I had found some level of truth that only I was privy...

When I finally took myself off the drugs, I laid in bed for a month, feeling horrible, knowing people had died because of me. Though also not because of me. That was not me, the thing they created with black psy-op's. When I saw that people were really trying to change the world, I of course wanted to keep the energy flowing... however, I let the people around me convince me that I was not at the center of the storm, that the lightening was all in mind. Some of it was certainly all in my mind, and other parts were just sad, old facts.

When I felt no one was reading me, there was a freedom just to be as obnoxious as I wanted. Now I feel like my words have to be carefully sparsed out to avoid over-reactions. I do not want anyone to die... My main intent was to get Obama elected, and to write a fiction/fact blog, in the style of new journalism, about revolution coming to america in the form of Christ. I truly do not believe that Obama would have been elected without my support. the New York Times published poetry in their op-ed section the day after the election, to let me know that some other people felt the same way. I did not get a chance to read the poetry, heard about it on the Colbert Report.

I do not know what to do now? For awhile, I felt like people expected me to go out and protest, and what not. Jessie Jackson's easter sermon was all about getting grace, not thanks... I thought he was addressing me, and found proof when they didn't rebroadcast the episode, like they always do... This has been a prevailing theme in my life -- they great they are doing their best to keep anyone from telling me the truth. However, as bad as this sounds, I feel so betrayed that I just sit here dealing with my own selfish emotions. I feel burned and used and distant from life. I could go up on a mountain and never see another human and be just fine with it... I think this sometimes. My Jeremiah Johnson fantasy.

I think the undercurrent of true patriotism that I found in this country was exploited by forces I cannot begin to understand. I was doing my own thing, and they were doing theirs. I regret so much... no one would have been hurt if they had left me alone. But... I was some kind of secret weapon that they were keeping back. I do not understand much of this... the secrecy in this world is a wall that I cannot see over, crawl over, or smash through.

Now, to you jailers... and the people who stole all the money that peace and pipedreams was making... and the people who aimed those quasars at me... they all know that I was in no condition to make leadership decisions. They knew that they had drugged and beaten me into a scarred old pit bull. I actually could have ran a great campaign, and they know as much... which is why they attacked me when I was on the brink of fame. I wrote at the time that I did not want fame and wealth, like I wrote a lot of things that I do understand at this point. I do think we make way too much of famous people, etc... and I do not want to become whatever some career consultant wants to be... still, I would like to make some money, if for no other reason than to give most of it away.

I think we did a good thing for this country. I think we woke up a lot of people. Had the best voter turn out among youth ever, which was what was needed to get a democratic majority in the senate, congress, etc...

I turned down the chance the rule, because that was not my objective at all. I just wanted the same basic changes that almost everyone wants.

I am done fighting with people. I love some people who are pissed at me. Like Mayor Daly, part of me likes that he is an anti-politician when it comes to being calm and collected. I love the city I live in, and he deserves a lot of credit. That doesn't mean I agree with everything he does, but it sure as hell does mean I hate him. Tommy Smothers is another example. I always loved the smothers brothers, and was shocked that he would come out against me, of all people. This tells me that things were done in my name that I would not have wanted. Liberal's have no reason to dislike me at all. The phrase Total War For Total Peace was about making a committment to get the justice that is required for true peace. I suppose they despise me because I think some fights are worth fighting. I am not going to change my opinion.

I would take back a lot of what I said. You just don't understand that the conflicts going on inside of me were tremondoous, and created by people who looked at me like their enemy.

I kept thinking, if this is really happening, then someone will sooner or later come to me. I understand now that the security was too tight for that to happen. Now? It must still be there, or some people at least would be coming forward. What can I do? Nothing...

I was almost getting to the point where I could go on, and just fight my little war with the few people who come to my blog. Today, I feel so defeated... like there is nothing worth fighting for anyways.

Do I have any friends left in the media? Am I truly alone now? Would I leave Chicago and find that people know about me in other cities?

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