A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

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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.


Facing Those People You Never Thought You Would Hear From Again

As soon as I became an adult, I began to move from city to city, excited and stimulated and revived by every move....  I had read somewhere along the way that artists love to move, because suddenly they are forced to see everything anew, breaking out of the daily malaise of not noticing that dandelions are gorgeous, too...  the moments one young Poet I knew, Shirley From Toledo, wrote about as The Real Moments that we fail to notice.

One guy described me, when we found each other alive and well on facebook, as one of those guys who 'just rode off over the horizon.'   I liked that.  The image of myself moving from city to city, looking for a home.  Actually I was looking for a heart, of course, someone to love.  That is the only home in the end.  The emberr that makes a house a home and all that.  I followed one heart around for years, wherever it went I followed.  The desires of the heart...  I recently read of a phenomena, very real, not speculative, that has discovered that heart transplant recipients often begin to take on a few of the traits of the person who gave them the organ.  Changes in musical taste, vegetarian craving the meat his hearts old host loved, etc...  They have always suspected that memory is located in various places around the body.  So, the heart itself has some memories. This is interesting, when you think of how it actually feels like your heart hurts when love breaks, and myths have always talked about love being centered in the heart.  Modern science confirming what was suspected by primitive man.

I found my first taste of people finding out I was alive who I thought were out of my life when I started blogging.  Suddenly, an ex-girlfriend started coming in and attacking me.  That stopped fairly quickly, because I was not going to get into a pissing match with her.  She had every reason to be mad at me, in a way.   What happened was this  --  we connected, she was this ex-cheerleader, very comely.  I was seeing another woman as well, and to be honest... that was just more exciting.  She is a wonderful woman and all that.  I was in a phase, I guess.  I missed a student loan payment, and had to take six months of paying on time off from school before they would pay for more, so I was Taking a few months off school smoking pot.  Before diving back in for another five...

She had a high school age daughter, and I wanted to spend the days getting drunk and stoned and going to see bands.  We ended up watching movies and having pizza and drinking wine with her roomate and daughter.  I was just not ready for the scene and it grew boring.  So, I was going out with other women to just have fun and get drunk and screw....  When she told me that she had spent two hours on the phone with a psychic....  that was too much for a guy like me.  I had to call it off.  I mean, I knew those things were scams before I was five.  The other woman at this time would have laughed at this, too... both of us wishy washy agnostics who certainly wanted to believe in God but really had no idea what that meant, other than a vague allegiance to justice.

Anyways, a few years later, I was in a very different place.   In fact, I saw her when I went to Indiana just to say hello and see how she was doing and give her a play that she was considering for a theater she ran (a play I am going to do for the radio show at least about a treeman who keeps pulling squirrels out of his ass).  She looked great.   She told me about her new boyfriend and I was all happy for her. We talked on the phone on and off and a year or two later, she was single and i was single and we had phone sex a few times... or something like that, flirting more... no actual genitals were involved, that I know of.  Anyways, so she tells me she is coming to Chicago and we say we will go out.

She comes to my door, and she has gained about 100 pounds.   I mean, I am not at all one of those guys who expect women to look perfect, and this one does when she is slim which is why she gets a lot of acting jobs -- that as well as being very talented, of course.  I wish I could say that I just stopped being Shallow Hal.  I might have, had she told me before hand and I was prepared and all that.  I know this makes me seem like a pig.  I come from a culture that has a certain view of beauty and I have been brainwashed in  a way... and I myself was a fat teenager.  I got over this through working out for twenty some years, and sometimes dieting, and just being a single student who did not eat three times a day, usually.   Regardless of all my excuses...

the point is that I was not attracted to her.

She had also come right when I was in a very heavy writing period, when I was almost done with One War, which other than her showing up, I would have not quit working on for any reason at all.

We went out to dinner...  She  could tell when I did not invite her in for the night how I felt.  She called the next day...  I could not bring myself to tell her the truth.   I was wrong.  But, how do you  tell someone...  "You are no longer attractive to me."   That equates to YOU ARE UGLY.  I have some kind rule about never telling a woman she is ugly.  That is about like hitting them, emotionally.   I would never tell anyone that about themselves.  I am too diplomatic.

It did not hep that the other woman I was sleeping with worked out and dieted all the time, and was looking very  fine at that very time..  My lust.  Maybe Lust is one of those Heart Memories.  No matter what we do to try to out-think ourselves, some things are going to attract us...  and some will not.  If people had a choice in this matter,  I firmly believe everyone would be hetero, with a schedule ten minutes of sex every thursday.  Or people would just get rid of their sex drive altogether at some point.  Socrates asked Aristotle, the old man, how life was now that he no longer desired sex?  Aristotle replied that he felt like 'a chattering monkey' had been removed from his shoulder.    I sometimes think that this 'chattering monkey' idea is at the root of a lot of celibacy in western cultures?  Problem is, that monkey lives and dies on its own, and does not listen to logic.

Now...  I control my heart.  Thank God, I love my best friend.  The person I prefer to spend my time with is my girlfriend.  She is the coolest, funniest, most honest person I know.  The perfect companion in any situation, unlike me...  I have to watch what I do, personally, so I do not 'embarrass' her at work.  I told the dishwasher at her work that I used to do his job, in high school, then made the joke/truth that we used to smoke pot.  He laughed, and laughed.  M.  was furious at me.   I actually feel, for the first time, that I do not want my life to change very much.   I feel like, hey, if this is how my life ends up.... cool.  I did what I set out to do.  Did what I dreamt about when I was kid, stayed true to myself, went to school with the idea of becoming an artist -- not a scholar, not a teacher, not a social worker...  I saw everyone falling away from the writers life into professions, and wanted nothing to do with one.   I found cab driving the artists dream.  I could take off whenever I wanted to paint or write or cram for exams.  Or so this is what I tell myself.  Did I make the right decisions?   Only sometimes.  So much Chaos ended me up here that I can't exactly take pride in my life...  my life is a group effort, like everyone's -- whether they notice or not. I was lucky to have this prof. early on who filled my head with the idea that a degree did not make someone an expert.  Period.   He made fun of them all the time.   He drove it into our heads that we better beware experts bearing degrees.  And you could see it in how some prof's just totally  sucked, could not teach, got nothing new across..  were actually, compared to the smart students, kind of stupid.

Right now we hear that the tea party folk are now mostly middle age or older, educated, right wing whites.  Proving again, and again, and again, that going to school and learning to take tests and write papers that use the presently accepted norms, does not bring you wisdom.  Smarts don't bring you wisdom either.  There is a guy  who sits down on the corner, on a blanket, crutches by his side, and his half-leg exposed to the passing folk.  He wears headphones and uses various colored markers to highlight passages in the huge, old black bible he always has on his lap.  Mr. Mcbean.  He lives in the Atrium, an old folks home across the street that everyone tells me barely feeds them, and then gives them unedible crap.  So, you see them around the neighborhood trying to get up enough change to buy more food.  Pretty sad, huh?  Mr.  Mcbean has a bed and a room down the street.  They take his social security and give him 30 bucks.   That goes quick in this city.  He keeps a jar out that people toss change into, but he never asks.  He says hello and everyone has gotten to know him.  He is so kind hearted that everyone just sort of tries to take care of him.   This neighborhood rarely has people out begging.  Very rare.  Downtown, you might get hit up all the time, up north where I live in Chicago, it is more residential.  I carry his bag for him when I see him trekking back and forth.  Talk to him whenever I head to the corner store, which is almost everyday.  I shop for a few days here and there, so I am endlessly running out of something.  And I get my smokes there.  I don't know how they do it, in a city where smokes are nine bucks, but they sell something like strawberry cigarettes, called cigars, for two bucks.  They are very good, nothing like a cigar at all.  Taste like Natural Spirit actually. Societies safety net has screwed Mr. Mcbean.  Punished him for being too sick to stay in the race.   He accepts his fate better than anyone I know.  Always happy, ensconced in that religious dream of his.   Life is very uncomplicated to Mr. McBean.  The bible is complex to him.  Sitting there, he tells me all kinds of people stop and preach to him about the bible.   He is afraid of the Jehova Witnesses telling him the world is going to end.  For him, God is gentle, peaceful, loving.

For me...  everything is complex and getting more complex everyday.  The older I get the more I realize that being a student is the only way to live;   being open, ready, and willing to be wrong... because that brings you closer to the truth, and that is the goal, right?   Not just believing what you have been told.  That doesn't work because mostly you hear lies.  Unintentionally told.

Unintentional lies/  unintentionally told
by most

where is the intent
I wonder all the time
the intent of your lie is what, sir?
Is there a metaphor beneath your tale?
There is... though you missed it
the crack of the ass of your argument is showing

Do you even know who started whispering in your game of telephone?
As a truth passed from person to person and changed into another tale altogether
Sometimes I think even the simplest of truths go unlearned
the implications lost

in this landscape of lies
texas rednecks decide to rewrite history into a neo-con dream
indoctrinate the children
make a majority out of their minority opinions

I guess I want to rewrite history, too, in my way...  we all do in our minds as we order our memories.  As we place ourselves in the position of the author of our future, we are bound by the tale we wrote in the past... some.  I believe in redemption, hope, soldiering through no matter what... all those genetic codes tell me to try to stay up with the tribe, where it is safest.  

I guess amends are due from me in a way to the entire world.  I tried to do something that would change the world in a way that would stop the death march I saw us on... the path to total war was evident to me, Bush was going to lead us into total war with the middle east.   He had already stolen two elections to advance their plan.  I felt it was time for a cultural revolution, to aright what has been wronged since that actor Reagen was propped up by the elite, and told to fight a horror show war throughout south america, and make lots of money for the military industrial complex.   Give those welfare queens a kick in the ass.   Loving america became a sign of stupidity.  When Michele Obama said for the first time in her lifetime, she felt safe to love America...  most of us understood what she meant.  We all want to love America.  You live here, you love something or somebody here, you understand the sense of place, etc...  Good people are everywhere, but in America, vast proportions of the population have basically not been listened to.  The two party system left the politics in the hands of lobbyists;  even the idealists forced to play the game to get the millions needed to get into office..  The scam -- unless we will give you the millions to run, you can't...  and they got lots and lots of provisions about who they are going to let up that ladder.  I know, they slapped my ass down...  the higher I climb, the further that fall is going to be.   Jesus tried to climb on the throne.  A usurper.  They say they killed him for it.

Buy the ticket, take the ride....  Hunter S. Thompson

So, facebook...   I realize I have grown way too weird for some, and not weird enough for others.  Once again I am surfing on wild waves of opinion, trying to keep my balance in this flood, ride out the tsunami of information flowing into my eyes....  finding some balance, between my commitments and myself... to remember that I am something more than this creature that exists in these words.    A being that no matter what I say, I am lying about.   I write at the top of this blog, that this is GONZO.  I play fast and loose with the truth once in awhile.  Less than you would think.   The violence is the jokey part.  That is almost never true.  Thank God, my days of being in a situation where I am physically attacked are long over.  I hope.  No more childhood bullies, no more gang bangers in jail, no more cab driving...  I am so confident in my ability to fight even a few guys at once that the atmosphere of my neighborhood makes me fearless, actually.  Plus there are cops and cameras everywhere.  Chicago has more cameras than any city in the states.  They  certainly stopped the gang bangers from hanging out in public selling and shit.   Our el station used to be kind of scary  to some people, until the cameras.

I saw the surveilled world coming in my military intelligence classes.  No big surprise to me.  This is why I keep saying we better get the laws fair now, or soon... the government will have people watched enough that anyone who even smokes weed is going to jail.   We hardly have the jails for that, or the political will, thank god....  but ...  and we all say, yea, who went and left you in charge, Scott?   You would be surprised...   you would be very, very surprised.   I tell the uninitiated what I do and they think I am lying, so I leave the topic alone...


There is beneath mine
and I see yours

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous8:16 PM

    'sup homes.
    i need to get stoned and re read all that, good stuff.



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