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.


Streams Of Words

flow  through us
warriors and cowards in there
heroes and villains
kings and slaves
everyone got 'em
lurking their past

whores and priests running madly convinced through our minds
living on the prayers of gods and groins
hell and brimstone preachers
and cool hipsters who just walk by it all
like nothing mattered and what the fuck if it did?

some will speak to our warriors
others the cowards
we decide
whether we will allow ourselves
 to travel on the stream of their words
or insert our own

walk up that fucking stream defying the currents created before we had a say
the only way to avoid waterfalls and rapids
built into every river
the pits where our beliefs shine no light
the prisons
when we are kneel chained and beaten
suffering the endless imprisonment in the flesh like stoic cons
living for an extra biscuit from our jailers

As I walked the husky through the swirling Chicago snow
a day before News Years Eve
I could see the streams of words flowing through the air
radio waves and wireless internet and phones
philosophies and quips and racist rants
republican and democrat all rambling around in my mind

They tell me they will baptise me in their streams
take me up the mythic mississipi journey of huck finn
to enlightenment
meditate my way into a whole 'nother dream of this life
save me some money with their sales
find our my credit rating

most of the streams
end up being
a tangled landscape of meaninglessly babbling, thoughtless brooks

the poet stretches the metaphor like a rubber band that is going to hurt like hell when it breaks
pulls his body through the rush of water
fighting the draw of just laying on his back basking in the sun
floating along wherever dreaming all is right with the universe
listening intently to cable tv commentators who stitch together stories
under banners that draw the worst out of us
ask for the hateful voices
the xenophobic monkey trying to live like a goddamn human being

oh what child would I tell you to do as you totterr out into the universal confusion
with this band of mental toddlers who have no idea how to cure the worlds problems...
nothing that will work without changes that will have to be fought for
harder than they are fought against

word for word
blood for blood
fire for fire
man who has always in the end befriended his enemies
sooner or later
historically speaking
for a few hundred years here and there

We know the path
We just don't know always who blocks us
who is beckoning us for their own purposes
who is just some Joe who knows the way and tells it like he lived it?

You got them in there
Jung's archtype/the marvel universe/Star Wars
the characters we will play by our own device and others

How you gonna live boy?
Will you be blindered young?
Taught to keep your nose to the grindstone
life focused?

i worry about the young girls chasing beauty even as I marvel at their ways
as stunned as an adolescent boy
and aware as a man that history bred younger than we do here
that the rise of tv and fashion warps
insert pornography in our every moment

i hear a young comic talking about how he doesn't want to scream issues at people
just wants to make them laugh
wonder how he missed any connection
to the frantic part of me that worries incessently about my planet
how he deluded himself into an island?
wealth does that/part of the appeal is the purchase of privacy
the distance of exclusivity
from the ever present mucky-muck
the stone cold downers everywhere
that seem to suck the juice out of life
leave only a vague endlessness
the wondering if any of this is really worth the arrows at all?

we can't take the humane society ads showing abondened animals in this house
have to change the channel
we do all we can already and don't want to go there if we don't have to
want to surf out our own way
find our own paradise for awhile
beat off or buy something or run off into a bottle/snort up a night
be mentally elsewhere

say what you will
I'll listen when I can
I tell the world
unless you are just plain full of shit
your agenda transparent
to my prying eye

I toss another pebble in the stream
watch the ripples disrupt the flow of the current for a few seconds and disappear

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