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.


Jesus Easter Address... from WUJ.

Jesus Easter Address

 I should start going as a visiting preacher to Holy Roller meetings.  They let anyone sign up;  there are a traveling circuit of them supporting themselves, including the once famous as hell and still profoundly funny .Sam Kinison... the one who screamed all the time... Pauly Shores mentor, wore really long hair and was over-weight.  He used to preach at this church here in Chicago that I passed all the time, a sleazy looking store front affair with a box office from some incarnation, a half a block from the train track in the hipster hang out area of clark and belmont, where in the summer gangs of kids hang out, punks and other radical dressers with tattoos everywhere, and piercings... sitting at the edges off all the parking lots.  The faithful would show up looking plain dressed as they filled the place up five nights a week to  hear what they call Holy Rollers.  This Kinison even did this while he was just starting out in Comedy to make extra bucks.  So did his brother. They felt like they were making people happy, giving them a moment where they could forget all their troubles.   I will never forget his joke about how when you work for Jesus, you can never call in sick, because he is just going to cure you.  He pantomimed some apostle trying to fake sick to get the day off...  as we hear only his side of the conversation, he asks, obviously surprised, "You can do that over the phone?"    There was not a lot of Jesus humor out there before that which was not the watered down Christian loving kind.

Jesus humor.  Like I have said before, I am not Allah.  I think using my image to spread the message can be fine, but they should not be putting up a blonde haired, blue eyed Jesus.  Very dark complected, and Eastern in my movement and slow manner of thinking before I spoke after my years hiding out from Harrod in the East... I was often accused of not being a Jew, though my parents were known as honest, poor carpenters.   My siblings known as God fearing.  They did not bear the same burden... when I became the Christ when I was Jesus, my own brothers tried to get me locked up.  They do not sermonize on why I turned my mother away from a feast, though it has not yet been taken out of the Bible.  My family did not at first support me, all but my dear mother, who knew the miracle of her Virgin birth.  My father Joseph had also experienced the miraculous.  My parents did not speak of this.  I was a secret.  The reason thousands of babies were slaughtered to keep me from being born.  A hunted King, born obscure enough to survive until my message could be left, to effect mankind for awhile, before the priests and the kings once more got control of my words.

This is why Christianity started out a secret cult, as so many do...  we were heretics from the start.  Long before my followers began to realize just who this young Rabbi really was.   I actually did not call myself a Rabbi, they did.  I identified then with something new, the idea of the Buddha, which I had been told I was... this was all that made sense to the Indians who kept me in their monasteries.  I was a novelty, though I was hard working, and kept up with my brothers and sisters when we meditated;  they did not often expect foreigners to respect and follow their traditions.  Jews who had passed through learning before had jelously closed their minds to some of their traditions.  Jesus had no fear for his soul, a complete trust that God led him to the knowledge for a reason.  

By then, Jesus knew his fate.  The cross first came to him in a dream from Childhood.  His parents had tried to shield him from seeing the men lining the roads when the Roman's cracked down, but there was no way of hiding death from a child in those times.   Later, when he understood all he had been being told meant something deeper, now that he knew who he was....  he was a carpenter in that life, married with three children, a boy and two girls.  Only the girl would live the rigourous life that took their blood line out of the land of Israel, to England, where an army and an order were established to protect the blood of Christ.  Over the years the end of the line had produced great wizards, accidental miraculous, soldiers who seemed invincible, prophets who could call storms and lightening.  The blood line was a prize many sought to control. A secret kept by blood, and protected, in the end, by Angels, dark avengers who used any means necessary to protect their prize.

They were of course everytime waiting for me, grew elaborate rituals around waiting for the day of male heirs to turn 32...   generation after generation passed away trying to hold on to their belief....  the, just before my birth, a madness swept through the prophets of all religions, dreams showing a golden child with white wings, coming to flood the world with ....  some saw blood, others water, others fire...   They agreed that Jesus was coming, and watched and protected the line....  my father, they used his talents in WW2, took him to Alaska, where they tried to get me to go after I expressed a love for the state  (anything they tried too hard to make me do, I did the opposite, simply because until they were honest with me, I had no way of knowing what their motives were for isolating me.   I felt better protected here, where my security has been entrenched for years... those weird, mind bending years when I wrote on without a clue that I was being watched, evaluated, my kindness and superhero antics recorded.. instead of ignored as I had always they would be.  What right had I to even write about them?   But they knew.

How surprised I was tobe at the center of the storm.   During this Easter, let me say that my memories of the cross still haunt me in this life, and such icons drive me from churches, but this is just my own weirdness.  When I am around them, I adjust, get reflect..  but I cannot help but remember a bit too vividly my worst day... Easter was okay, not as big a deal to me as my followers.  My death had discouraged them, and I was not about to leave my friends like that.   I came back to visit them before doing my duty, and going into the next life to do the work of the lord.   In my next life, I led a slave revolt... and lived to tell the tale from another country, though most of my comrades died at the hands of our masters.    Yes, as they wondered where I was and when I would be back, I was here all the time, of course.  After traveling this far, it is not easy to just go home for lunch on this shift.   I would not leave you.  Period.  I wanted to make life as bearable as possible, in every way possible, attain the impossible goal of making thins on earth as they are in Heaven.  I am afraid this goal is something that can happen in our hearts, though not in the world over-all.

I will of course keep fighting for peace.  I join General McChyrastal in hoping Obama will begin peace talks with the Taliban.  Let the people there vote them out.  Hopefully we can leave Democracy enough for that by working with them.  We will see.  I do not have access to enough data to read these wars correctly all of the time.  I am grateful they are winding down the Iraq war, and giving soldiers more time during employment.

Thank you once again the military folk who sent out the joke alarm on Japan being nuked.  You were just what I needed at the time to keep up the fight, and know you are there.  Your clever antics never fail to delight me.  Fight on...   we get justice and peace will follow.   Like I have said before, Only the Goddess of Justice can bring Peace.

Sam kinison

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