the elves attic: Pissing Away A World

Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.

HELLO THERE...

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.

tao

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.

NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE

EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY

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

predicts

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

WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR

THE HORROR

OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES

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...

PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS

A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE

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
mankind

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
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???

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
immemorial

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
only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...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 safe

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.

TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.

Thank you.

2010/04/06

Pissing Away A World

Our piss is sending anti-depressants into the fish
I can't believe this makes them happier in any way
hell studies show there is no difference between anti-depressants and placebos with most

our piss is changing the sex of crabs
hormones and antibiotics and god knows what else
flushed down yellow
into a stream somewhere
up into the clouds
back into our own glasses

where we piss is causing evolutionary fuck ups folks
the pills and flouride and whiskey and water we pass through our bodies feeling so safe about
flushing out of our life
ends up out there all over the world
the closed ecosystem of a planet is unimaginable to a bursting kidney

Piss on the earth
Piss where we live
ignore the acid/sulphuric stench
stinking up to high heaven

so much of who i am
remains the same as the child
who saw deformed eagle chicks
back in the 70's
when they exposed DDT
The plight of their innocence
drew me into a battle
without end
where I have found myself
on the losing side of the last war with nature
that old literary arch-type of man vs nature written too deep into our myths
to rip out our hatred of the dark woods
where once we were the prey
done in by literary myths of a war that never was

mom preached that union solidarity
all people equal and fighting to get their share from the fat cats
never guessing she was filling our heads with a dying religion
in the 70's as thousands of us marched across the midwest
and she gave speeches of fire that drew the working men and woman to their feet
to tears
to think
that yes
they would have a living wage
she didn't know we were in
the last gasps of a middle class
targeted for getting uppity by the goons of the elite
brought down by a Reagan busting law
that we slowly saw erode health insurance/retirement/the blood won wins
of the unions forgotten amidst Jimmy Hoffa and the Chicago Mobster no one was doing business without
back in the bad old days
when the mob didn't even try to hide their hand

we have discovered war in the hidden hearts of politicians
longing to be written into a history book as a warrior god

as a country was told to buckle down and take one for Exxon
dreams deferred are dreams denied
the poverty draft becomes a boon to the Army
unemployment in the private sector getting people to sign up directly for a war
that almost no one wants to fight anymore

For too long we have used our public schools and tv/ peer pressure and novels and media
to raise mental infants
in toxic pools of ignorance
that they don't even know enough
to crawl out of
where if careful and focused you can stay your whole lives
keeping your time filled with work food family and friends
ignoring anything that doesn't directly effect your plastic peace
or you can ex-pat to fiefdoms of fools who let their bosses bully them for a few bucks

I recognize the quick, brisk, confident walk of the zombies everywhere
quick to smile and shake hands and hand out the business cards that invite you to join
the army of the dead
led by long dead politicians who wave their rotting arms at the minions ordered to adore

I see in their dreams
where they sip espresso's as they slumber
and jabber on in the strange logic that make no sense
to the waking
Even as i use the awake and asleep metaphor I am sick of it
find it an excuse

you are cowardly and bored and cynical
and worried about getting enough to eat
going to work
trying to make life worth the downs with a few ups
and confused as all hell
just what you can do to put out the fires?

you are waiting for a march to come by your house
full of people you agree with perfectly
asking you to come help change the world
for everyone all over the country
to converge on Washington and force our opinions
on the world
demand justice du jour on our lists...
start with the open garbage pits they burn on army bases that are causing cancer
for all pain
there is causation
those who hold the whips need to be cut down to size
the private contractors who do what they know would be criminal here
are criminals there
and WE WILL NOT FORGET
WE WILL NOT FORGIVE
ANY COMPANY THAT IS USING THESE PITS
TO KILL THEIR EMPLOYEES, SOLDIERS, CIVILIANS, THE PLANET...

there ain't gonna be no one in that march of millions but you
Know It
you meet your maker alone
a few thoughts
in a head in a body
a finite, fleshy being
a component in a decaying eco-sphere
dying all around you
surrounded by the obviously
and not so obviously
insane

we must be prepared to fight on all fronts at once
to stand in a circle spinning around with our sword

I see
so many enemies attacking
that it almost doesn't matter
which one I turn to face

I must trust my God
that no matter which screaming warrior I choose to destroy
You will be there
at my back
knowing
I am sworn by God to take yours and my sword is Mighty Indeed