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.


Ramblings on When Cults Get Ugly.... and Facebook

RAMBLINGS ON CULTS AND FACEBOOK...  Below you will find an article on African cults on Campus, very bloody, gang like cults.Did you know every gang has their own religion?  A mish-mash of readings from the prison library becomes a rationalization for their behavior -- their own set of laws...  which they are whoa to break, believe me.

The days sure are passing quick lately.  I have been sucked back into Facebook, after swearing it off for awhile. I had to figure out if I was going to be a good boy, and use the medium as family reunion where I would stay on my best behavior, or another weapon in my arsenal.  Well, you know me, I want a personal stock of small nuclear bombs (just for Limited Nuclear War, so don't get alarmed) around just in case someone gives me a dirty look, so the answer was obvious.  OF course, that required getting rid of some friends -- those at least who had not already gotten rid of me (a couple were smart enough to go...oh, no, if you have this linked to THAT BLOG then we should just talk on the phone, or email). . .   I understand.  I just set the controls on privacy to Open so anyone can come in, if the mood strikes them.... rather than get their old aunties panties in a bundle for reading such a gonzo writer.

What I love about Facebook is sharing the reading that I do, actually.  I read a lot of papers, and follow a few topics, and it is nice to have a record of that, as well as be able to make little comments on the news.  This is something I will be doing on the radio show, so it is good practice. I have also recently driven off a lot of fans by writing too much about intelligence, and my own dealings with them, which have been... troubling.... and continue to this day, though they are certainly not as intense.  Not to mention, after writing hard core atheistic comedy and essay's for a few years, people were pretty thrown when I started Waking Up Jesus and sounding astoundingly religious all of a sudden.  I did take religion classes in college, and worked with some Tibetan Monks for a few years, took reincarnation therapy, practiced to astral project for almost a year and then did it twice, and other mystical things... but nothing like writing that book.  I am very skeptical about everything on one level, though I have to admit I like to be open to anything when I can.... still, all those years of college, and getting it pounded into my head all the problems with religion and cults, makes me think that God wants less conviction and more action.  Like the Buddha said when they came to him and asked if there is a God or After Life, to badly paraphrase,   "Do not spend your time thinking about unanswerable questions, just do good works in your life."

Back to cults.  I read the Rick Ross Cult Institute, and this gives me access to following Scientology on a regular basis.  Well, they also read the RRC, and they go to these obscure newspapers and leave positive comments about their religion.  The have their drones doing just this 24 hours a day.  Right Now, with the revelations of their Deadly Antics in Haiti, they are on PR overdrive.  I love going in and setting matters straight for some small newspaper read out in the backwoods of Scotland or something.  Not that they don't know better, most of them... but just in case.  We all have to learn this stuff for the first time some time.

Knowing this will end up on Facebook, too... let me add -- thank you to all the folks who allow my words to warp your world awhile.  And I look forward to hearing your voices, jokes, stories (fiction and otherwise) on the new show, which should be out in April.  I still have a lot of recording to do, because rather than develop for a few months anonymously, circumstances require me to come out of the gate running hard...    So if you like what I am doing, please tell your friends to be my friends (or warn them not to, depending... you know..   Hey, I understand).


By Anote Ajeluorou
MAY the devil that tempts you deliver you!!!" is the ominous caveat on a poster on campus seeking membership for a cult group. Though the war against cultism makes it near impossible for such posters to be seen these days on any campus, it was what got Maha into the fold of the Red Dragons Confraternity.
Indeed, the devil tempted Maha to belong to one of the most deadly cult groups but same devil failed to deliver him when he needed it most. Or indeed, the devil delivered Maha into enemy hands, and his dreams and those of his family came crashing just when he is to be celebrated.
Maha's story as Buchi, former lecturer turned gospel artiste, narrates it in Ceasefire (Word Media Ltd, Lagos; 2009) is at both personal and universal. It is the basic outline of the makeup of cult groups on campus and the continuation of the brotherhood into the larger society.
But it starts out as an innocent affair, of seeking comradeship among other young people that belong together and share common ideals.
That's, however, on the surface; the reality indicates otherwise as new members soon find out.
The initiation process itself is a gruesome experience that leaves the initiated more dead than alive. The idea is to drill the recruit so he does not fear death; he can kill and be killed at the slightest provocation.
This is the group Maha joins much against expectation. He is Simba Katunga, his new alias in the group. He is a promising young man with plenty of intelligence, the best student in his faculty; he was the best student in his Sunday School Class. So, what attraction does cult have for such a bright fellow?
This is one question the author does not have answers; not even Psychologists have it.
Maha is not threatened in any way so he has no reason to be a cult member; yet a force, a curiosity he cannot name edges him into the deep bowels of campus cultism.
The narration goes, "he had been brought up in a strict Methodist Church home and had won prizes at children's Sunday School competition, one of which was the fine, gold-edged burgundy leather bible that lay beside his pillow on the bed, a prize he treasured so much."
But this is after his initiation makes him another Maha, one different from the Sunday school child, who now sees church as a bore. It is the Maha, whose initiation has made larger than his normal self.
Buchi writes, "at five feet eight inches, you wouldn't exactly call Maha tall, would you? But this morning, he walked tall, very tall. His steps were slow, deliberate and measured as he surveyed his territory. You would think he owned the university. Clad in a pair of shorts and a loose unbuttoned shirt, Maha felt like a million bucks (felt like he owned a million naira (bucks)) or rather like King Kong. He had become the king of the underworld having been initiated into the most dreaded confraternity on campus."
This is the new picture of Maha until he assumes the leadership of the group. He gets to meet characters such as Biobaku with his village airs and juju but a deadly folk all the same, who runs the confraternity group. There's Slim, who repents and becomes born again after an experience in the hands of the State Security Service when he gets caught.
As it so often happens, Maha goes to Jos to execute an errant fellow, who belongs to the Black Eyes. But this attracts the death mark of two rival groups - the Black Eyes and the Night Hawks. He, too, is marked for execution. The hunter becomes the hunted, and he is on the run; it is the hallmark of campus cultism: an eye for an eye!
Buchi writes, "he took his room key out of the pocket of his trousers... but just then his eyes were drawn to a mark on his door. It was the etching of a small coffin roughly outlined by the impatient blade of an angry knife. He had been marked; it was the Black Eyes. Maha had expected it after he shot one of their men in Jos; but that was a year ago. The Black Eyes loved to revenge when the target felt safe. So this was it, Maha thought. Then he saw another mark in ink; it was the sketch of the skull and the crossbones. This was the Night Hawk's messenger of death."
Maha gets to know the extent of the deep-rootedness of cultism, when he gets summoned to the university senate for charges of cultism. His lecturer, who is the Dean of Faculty of Arts, stoutly defends him as the best student in the faculty and so could not have been the fellow involved. His case is dismissed to his relief; he had foreseen his doom until the show Prof. Afolabi puts on for him. But he does not heed the near-mishap as warning to quit.

In Ceasefire events spin fast and furious to a dramatic close. The underworld of cultism is action-packed with death trails. The Red Dragon, having weakened their opponents, seeks to infiltrate the Student Union Government so as to have complete sway. Their brush with a rival gang had created an unintended backlash that makes the university community to rise up as one in anti-cultism war.
And, the only way to be relevant is to subtly work from the inside. It is Maha, who perfects this plot so as to be able to control the government. Jimmy is the fellow chosen; the authority also favours him. The Red Dragons help him to become president.
However, after Maha assumes leadership, he begins to adopt pacifist measures to rein in his men. Some don't like him for this; they are all for action and needless killings. Maha insists on a good reason for any action. It is also the time Slim becomes born again, when he begins to lecture his fellow cultists, both Red Dragons and enemy cultists alike, of the futility of their dealings in belonging to cults as they were dining with the devil.
Though Maha thinks deeply about Slims words, which also reinforce his inner monologues, he does not change. He, however, manages to restore peace and sanity of sorts among his men. At his graduation, when he is to taste the joy of being the best graduating student in his faculty, and in the presence of his parents and friends, Maha is shot dead.
That is how the devil Maha has so dedicated himself on campus delivers him - into the cold hands of death! It is the reward of foolishness.

Buchi's novel is strong testament to a social malaise plaguing today's youths. Campus cultism instills in those who belong a false sense of bravery; at the bottom of it is deep-seethed insecurity. Consider Baku's fear after he loses his afose, his juju.
Buchi's narrative is fluid and pleasing. Ceasefire reads well. The paper quality is also standard, and not the white type that most self-published writers use. It is a compact book that is well done and professionally handled.
However, the book suffers some linguistic defects. He felt like a million bucks (he felt like he owned a million bucks) would have been more appropriate. Other errors occur when Buchi begins to oscillate between past and present tenses. On page 71: "In fact, if one were to tell the truth as it is, the Bight Hawks are the only group that can give..." the narrative is in past tense, and should remain so. Also, "The combination of Slim and Tunde is deadly; Tunde was a good driver..." (Page 74). "My name is Hector, I'm sure you already know that, sorry I had to do that it's just precautionary...(page 88; the sentence lacks breaks and just runs on). These errors and others could be corrected in a reprint edition.
Also, Buchi fails to tell his readers what became of Titi and Baku, one rearing for a showdown, the other ready to accept his fate meekly in the hands of a woman he ill-used!
However, the errors do not significantly distract from the narrative. Buchi's narration is concise, detailed, significantly true and uncomfortably real. Those who had seen cultism from a distance now have a close up chance of reliving one of campuses' deadliest social deviant organisations. Buchi has made a timely gift to everyone concerned.
In Ceasefire parents now have a tool to arm their children to the danger lurking in the corners of campuses for which they must beware.
Each home should endeavour to own a copy of Ceasefire as a reading companion of choice, especially for the young ones. Schools and universities will do well to own copies as well.

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