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.


MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

MoonBong Haze With A Message For Celebrity Stoners Who Adopt Third World Children

Dudes and Dudettes and all species of the planet (except Wombats),

I have like a problem.  I erased this but it was automatically saved.  I kept spelling problem wrong and this thing fixed it.  I think this computer is alive.  So are most pencils.

Scott says that the computer  is not alive and I should put my shotgun away.  Fine. Fine.  I mean, I can see it moving and shit, but with this .... uh, stuff.... that I'm on a  lot of stuff does, right?  I have to do what he wants because this is his blog, but I am keeping my eye on you!

I just wanted to write that from now on, like, my celebrity friends who come over to smoke my weed, can no longer like leave their kids around for me to babysit and then never come back and pick them up.  I know, like, I am a mellow dude and accept a lot from you people, because you use my Ger Bong Bong Cleaning Service And High Impact Constipation Specialists (where we use only organic gerbils) on the sets and stuff, and probably will pay me,  like you guys claim....  I mean, I ignored the gerbils who you claimed disappeared that later showed up back here smelling like YOUR shit, their little air-tanks and their training in underwater resin removal the only reasons they have lived through another anal odyssey...  but this thing with the kids has gone too far...   one time I had like thirty of these kids here.  I know, like, it is good for your career and all.   You have to adopt kids, now...  all the good pr people say so, blah, blah, blah....I mean, you got to do what you got to ....  but, well, what keeps happening, man, is that I start to give the kids a bath, then I get stoned and forget about them and they, like, drown, man.

One or two would be fine, that shit happens to everybody, but this is like a hundred,  or something?

If these were not children of color, this would be, like, a big story in the news.   I might even get in trouble. Not to mention,  I love these kids, too...  man... and it hurts.   So even though  all of you know this has been happening, when I bring it up you are all, like,  'Don't talk around me anymore."  And I know, like you guys are always telling me, you don't care about issues that are not be in the gossip columns, or the Hollywood Reporter, it is still freaking me out.   By the way, glitter-dudes, I did call a couple gossip columnists thinking maybe if like people were aware of this, they might, like, shame you people...  but then the gossip columnists just started dropping their unwanted adopted kids off over here.

And I'm serious man.  If I have to fish any more toddlers out of my  bathtub, I am going to... well, I already barfed.  A lot.  I will again, though... and other stuff.  Bad stuff.  Not that you guys are worried about me
Johnny Pain is like different, though, you know, commas, are, cool...  sorry.  Scott is looking over my shoulder helping me finish this after it took me almost nine hours to get this right.

Anyways, if you leave any more kids here,  Johnny Pain says he is going to do what he calls some  Very, Very Bad Butt stuff.  I'm, like, pretty sure that involves a lot of explosives but I would never say it has happened before because there is no statues of limitations on murder, as Johnny Pain is always reminding me when I get to talking to people (he has a chip my head to track me because of the deliveries I make for him, sometimes, or go out to get him some more whores and stuff... not drugs, just stuff.  He hates when I talk about him selling drugs.   He can hear me through the thing, and give me these damn shocks...He would be shocking me right now if I wasn't wearing an aluminum foil hat that Scott made for me because he is sick of calling ambulances when this thing causes one of the seizures I keep getting for some reason?  Scott doesn't think I should write this but it is probably good advertising, right?   Scott says Johnny will cut off another one of my fingers, but man...  I made those words.  They are part of me.  Like I gave birth to them.  I've seen too many dead babies to kill anymore.  After an hour of sobbing and shit Scott said they were my fingers so I can finally finish this.

So, like, if you can't take care of these kids, you know... give them to an adoption agency or something.  Don't just sell them to those guys at the Bus Station like your agents had you doing before old Moonbong was the last person to fall for that  old  line "Will you just babysit for a couple days while I go on a coke binge?  Just got out of treatment, you know?"   And I understood, didn't I, when no one else would.   Oh, well.   I should have known.  Johnny Pain told me (he wrote it down so I would not say he said something stupid) some stuff he wanted me to put in here.  Since my shed is on his property and he is sick of the kids.  He said at first all I had to write was this stuff he pinned on my coat for Scott to find.

Johnny Pain:  "Celebrity stoners are all primadonnas and shit.  If it wasn't for the passed out groupies, they'd throw one of their damn hissy fits and I'd just shoot 'em."

Then he told me I better write too that he doesn't  don't mean Shaun Penn.  He actually cut it into my arm with his fucking knife.   Because he didn't want to waste time adding to the note -- and it is true, man, he can carve words in your arm faster than people can write, period.  He has these contests sometimes...  Anyways, after Scott washed off the blood we could see it says,  "Remember Idiot, Write that Shaun Penn is cool, you moron."    Scott thought he was being wordy for a message meant to basically torture me into remembering to write something.   I guess the truth is, not only can he carve faster than he can write,  Johnny knows I will forget, duh, so he relies on people seeing that I am bleeding and asking for a look.   Usually I forget what has happened to my arm or that it says something.   I mean, there have got to be better ways, but like he said, 'Think of one?'    And man, you know...  I can't.  Now that I think about it, there is a list of other names he says are cool on my ass.   Great.  Scott won't let me take my pants off around him and examine my ass.  What kind of madhouse is this place, man?    Still, man, that Pain is really hard to work for, and if I had any place to sleep other than his storage shed....  hint, hint, hint...  yea, like the flyers I handed out about my woes and the money I needed didn't just get you all laughing at me.  Had to make utube movies and Johnny had to have a party and show them on the big screen multiplex in that underground complex he has that... oh, yea... he doesn't have that...  whatever.   Wait... what is this on the screen,  this isn't porn?   Why are hands all the way up on the keyboard... pants zipped up.  Hey, this isn't even the public library where I got to surf boobs...  Oh, yea... the letter.  Thanks Scott, dude.

I am still watching you computer.

So from now on, if you bring your kids over, you will be handcuffed to  them until you leave.  Period.  So no just running out while I am distracted..  Well, and bring your own handcuffs, too, because Johnny Pain, who has thousands of pairs, won't let me use any.  And it is true, sometimes he does get involved in sexual situations where he uses all of them, so what can I do?  Oh, yea, and remind me about this when you come over, alright, because I might forget and them Johnny will blame you, like he did Falwell when that guy left the compound with a couple whores after he didn't believe that Johnny needed all 59 for what he planned to do that night...  he died of a mysterious heart attack the next day, and while everybody just figured God was finally getting around to smiting the dude, Johnny says... wait, never mind... Scott says I can't write that shit or he is going to make me leave his apartment (he even has HEAT, man, so this is my gig until he throws me out... oh, now that I wrote that he is throwing me out).  Fine.  Fine.
Moon Bong Haze


P.S What the hell am I writing a letter about?   I wrote this and then Scott told me that you can't talk back to this letter.  I don't understand the computer at all.  Party on.  Just don't leave your dead, od'd buddies at my parties, please.  Another of Johnny Pain's rules that I keep telling you about and you ignore.... and I know, I know, it is like Johnny Pain all of a sudden forgot how to party, man, but it happens...  he says even he can get sick of cutting up corpses and feeding them to his sharks some days.  I never seen it, but I'm taken his word for it.  Okay, I gotta go cause Scott is getting out his cattle prod.

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