the elves attic: strange trues

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.

HELLO THERE...

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.

tao

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.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE

EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY

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

predicts

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

WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR

THE HORROR

OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES

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...

PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS

A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE

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
mankind

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
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???

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
immemorial

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
only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...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 safe

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.

TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.

Thank you.

2009/11/12

strange trues

run around in circles screaming out obscenities

why the hell not

decorum

i suppose

you can drink that away

dance everywhere

you would have walked

if you're wasted enough

or want to be watched enough

liked enough

loved for the sake of love itself

too wasted to care about a straight guys sneer

strange trues litter the landscape of lies

bits of something half-hidden

under scraps of old newspapers and discarded boxes

WE SPEND OUR LIVES BETWEEN DESTINATIONS

passing through cars

ambulances

buses and trains

from one end of a life to another

start out being carried

end up

irritated by the weight of the baggage

travelers of necessity with nowhere to go

hamsters all
we
hail
the wheel

once in awhile
you get what you deserve

a raise or a jail cell

worth becomes tangible

the politics of the moment

ends up holding the only import

in the entire damn universe

the struggles between our personal lives

and our government has never been more raw
always gonna be David and Goliath
just ain't always gonna end in That Old Fashioned Bible Justice

in this country where we tell ourselves the citizens rule

through the voting booths

a rigged game

where New York sells out to a billionaire
who considers the 150 mill he spent to win chump change
and all them voters
chumps

makes me sick to think a man can buy the mayorship of one of the big three

Daley keeps Chicago in control with a mafioso hearted tribe of precinct workers

highly paid alderman whipped into control by a machine that can make or break

The perennial candidates

set up kissing booths to earn the money to buy buttons/tv ads/lawn signs
private jets, etc...

the lobbyists line up around the block

expecting tongue
no matter what the hell they had for lunch

maybe not your pet politician

maybe not

maybe not you

maybe

not

maybe

happens if you vote that hopeful vote

gotta be careful who you please with this life

and reckless about who you piss off

Today the politicians are debating a watered down environmental bill

that will have little

to no

impact on the evolution of our atmosphere into corrosive acids

pleasing to the economy and a big fuck you to the future

sacrifice the future on a fiscal altar

cling to that lifestyle

cling to that idea that anyone who wants to can make it in the states

cling to that idea that the corrupt politicians really have good intentions

cling to the idea that the corporations are not raping the world around us

cling to the idea that the population explosion will not wipe away life as we know it

cling to the idea that the silence of the earth is her last word on the way we have treated her

try to hold on to ancient beliefs
that those same writers
would not hold today

the best minds of their times took into account new science with a hunger

we superstitiously run from

20/20 hindsight is going to give us the only truth of what we have done

We will respond way too late

25 years down the road

some will admit they were wrong

or their grandfathers were wrong

or the times were wrong

the final reckoning should be hyperbole for fiction writers

not the prevailing goddamn scientific thought

let whatever the hell acre of earth your soul erupted on

decide what you are going to think
fit in, man, fit in...

read self help books
to create a game that can get you up in the morning

produce pleasing emotional states
with prayer and song

sink into the zen of the moment

until the sun sets one last time

and those horizons just go away forever

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.

2009/11/12

strange trues

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