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.


Your Quiz Score: Liberal

Your Quiz Score: Liberal

LIBERALS usually embrace freedom of choice in personal

matters, but tend to support significant government control of the
economy. They generally support a government-funded "safety net"
to help the disadvantaged, and advocate strict regulation
of business. Liberals tend to favor environmental regulations,
defend civil liberties and free expression, support government action
to promote equality, and tolerate diverse lifestyles.

This is a great test to see where you are on the political spectrum. I never do this shit, but this seemed worthwhile. I am happy to say I AM a liberal.   Here is what they have to say about that...  most everything on this page is taken from their site, obviously....  don't mean to steal anyone's thunder.  Quite a few have taken this test....  Happy Easter out there.

The fucking easter bunny, whose arrival once meant so much to me, has once again failed to show.  He was great when I was a kid.  Then, as has been reported here at the Elves Attic many times, he fell into a fast crowd, started dissing Jesus, saying he was the 'real star' of the Holiday.  People got sick of his drugged out coke and rum rants...  he lost his manners.  Hell, it got so he got a kick out of hiding eggs places where they would intentionally not be found for years...  people were finding melted clumps of chocolate in the oddest places, corners of the basement...   once he even hid some eggs in the cat litter, killing a family dog that went in for a treat.   When he found out, he was just like, "Hey, Jesus gets to die and be resurrected and all that crap he claims...  I was around, saw how it really came down, but can't talk about that... no, he'll sick his Daddy on me.  Smite me.  The dude's a wrathful bastard, man.  Took away my balls for a week over killing that dog.  Never told me I was getting em back.  I thought they were just gone.  To a Rabbit, humping is to you humans like... smoking, crack maybe.   Though it's healthy.  Most rabbits are healthier than humans.  They don't have to deal with you like I do, or they'd be drinking their way through liver number seven, too."

Yes, I really thought this year he was coming.  He called last week from Tennessee, saying he needed 'bus fare' to get to his egg stash.  This happens every year.  He sounds a lot like my Dad, but I know that is just me...  this has been happening to me over and over again throughout my life.  Even Santa, that bastard, quit on me... and occasionally borrows money, reminds me of my childhood gifts, how nice he was when he was up... he cries, says the elves are so hungry they are eating the reindeer again.  Which of course limits what Santa refers to as his private harem to those of us who know why his cheeks are so red -- dude drinks pure grain alcohol.  Shots of it.  Sips of it.  Shakes his head like a horse afterwards, his eyes roll back in his head...  the elves have to stay close to him in case he falls.   He insists they break his falls, and will beat them mercilessly if they don't.  He has that reindeer whip, and he kind of likes to use it on the Elves too much.  If Mrs. Santa wasn't so obviously turned on by the sight (her hands go up under that dress and you can see her rubbing away like...  I don't know, someone rubbing their nub toward a leaky blast or two, or nine... she can go all day with this special lotion she has.   I know, because i got wasted once -- ate the damn christmas cookies the elves chow on the night Santa is out, which they lace with weed, acid, shrooms...  and damn, they can bake.  They taste so good going down, and you get a huge one, plate size...  which helps with the munchies, and is so much you can barely get it down, which is something the elves devised after losing a lot of their brethren to OD on the one night of the year they are free of their slave master.

A lot of people don't know it, but elves are the last of the original people of the world.   Santa, and alien fugitive from a prison planet, which he broke out of by flooding and killing everyone in his under ocean prison, just to secure his out.  One cold bastard, he is.  But, he does like to give these gifts to the kids...  people don't know that magic dust puts people to sleep, especially hot women...  and he is not above a little hanky panky. A lot of women get weird, fat children who are obvious serial killers and shit nine months after Christmas.  He knows he shouldn't be breeding with humans, and is faithful the rest of the year to his wife, also an immortal alien... and the real pervert.  She pulls a big train for the elves and the reindeers who weren't chosen, which she claims to do to cheer them up, but the elves, with their three inch dicks, know it is the twelve inchers on the reindeer that get them invited to the party.   They all have fun.  The elves, for that one night, forget that their dicks are too small for the humans who replaced them.   They are all males.  Another trick Santa played on them when he took them captive.   He didn't want them having kids, because the pregnancies would get in the way of production.

Yea, kind of Ironic that Santa thinks he is getting his one big night out, when it is wife who gets the most pud ploddling of the season.

What does this have to do with the Easter bunny?  Well, it speaks to the dark truths behind our myths.   I mean, not all cultures even have a Santa, which is why he can pull off the 'going around the world in a night,' thing.  He hardly visits everyone.  Like I said, presents stopped here... but I guess I pissed him off.   I wrote one year that a general manager in charge of Mid West toy distribution at the Kmart in Muncie, Indiana had hired some bikers to take out Santa once and for all.   Described the slaughter of the elves, and how they turned out to be all women, and Santa was some kind of radical polygamist that included marrying the male and female reindeers.  Well, none of this turned out to be true.  Pure stoned speculation on the part of my now 'anonymous source,' who is not me, no matter how M. claims my anonymous sources are always just me pretending someone else thinks this same none sense.   Why I ever tell that women any of my ideas?

Yea, and don't get me started on the Manatee's who are supposed to bring Waffles on May 18th.   A tradition I tried to start, even drove down  Florida and took a boat out, a microphone, and told these Manatees my plan.  I explained to them that this was the only way we were going to let their species live.. which is a lie, we will actually only let them live if they thrive in the zoos of the future, where we will jail them after we have destroyed their environment.  Not that I brought that I up... or maybe I did.  I was pretty drunk, or I probably would not have spent the rent money on this trip... total waste of time, as i should have known, because manatees are fucking Lazy.  Everyone thinks it,  and, well, there...  I wrote it.  Their only hope, more than likely, is I go on a bender, get back down to Florida, and preach them into changing their minds.  Though I have to say, from the looks on their curious faces as they watched me lecture (I had of course brought treats to draw them near the boat, and while M. seems to think this is the only reason they gathered, I assure you, they understood every damn word I said), that they perhaps had accepted their fates already, made peace with their Gods.  I tried to tell them Rail, Rail against the good night.  But I was too drunk to remember that, I think... the fucking park rangers, on the complaint, seemed to think I was 'babbling incoherently' when they busted me for being in a row boat drunk.  Hell, if I knew that was a crime.  I am always ending up coming out of a black out in a row boat.  Once it was downtown on Michigan Avenue.   I woke up hung over and already swigging a bottle to get my buzz on, stood up buck naked and notice it was t height of Rush Hour and hundreds of people were walking by.   I used that occasion to preach about another issue that bothered me at the time which I got over when I forgot about it.  Though I remember being quite elegant, again, on the complaint, and according to the judge and like ten witnesses, I was 'babbling incoherently.'   That M., I have to say, at least she doesn't act all surprised when she has to bail me out... she kind of asks if anyone besides I was hurt.  When I tell her no one, not even I, she usually kicks me hard in the balls, then as I curl up moaning on the floor, other kicks follow.  She does this right at the cop station, for their amusement pretty much.   Also, I have some ethics, and would never hit her back.  God, does she use this to her advantage.  Knowing I could kick her ass is little compensation for having to take her blows until her furry dies down, or I get a chance to run.  And no, I am not afraid, and yes, I have an over active bladder, and that is why I often wet myself in these situations.  I still hate the papers for calling me Pee Pee Pants.  What kind of name is that for someone who was arrested for boating in an illegal zone, public indecency, and all the other 26 indictments.

I was lucky to have a good record of going to psych wards, or they would have put me in jail.  As it was, I had to do time drawing, weaving rugs, banging crazy chicks, dropping heavy duty downers and smoking all the weed I could get away with.  Some Hells Angels brought in acid and were liberal in giving it away..  Nice.  Anyways....

This is not all some crazy conspiracy.  I would have sound evidence of all this...  if I kept better files.  Simple filing mistake.  So go ahead and don't believe in the Easter Bunny and Santa, it makes it easier for them the bunny to spend his time drunk humping and Santa can pursue his s and m thing with the misses and the elves and the raindeer... but I say, those bastards made a promise, to the Masons, that in return for immortality and a license to kil and basically get out of jail for anything card (Santa traded alien technology, and the Bunny is originally from Underground Mars, of course... I mean, how the fuck many five foot two rabbits who live like Charles Bukowski with the art or any sense of decency, doe you see walking around?  The easter bunny thing makes no sense unless put in the Alien perspective.  Same with Santa.

Live and let live...but Santa, you coke head bastard (ain't so fat anymore after the magic dust started becoming a year around treat, eh?  Still wearing that fat sut?), if you come across these words, let me say this... YOU KNOW THERE IS A LOT MORE I COULD SAY YOU FAT BASTARD AND UNLESS I GET SOME GREAT PRESENTS NEXT YEAR, I AM GOING TO BE TELLING ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN WHO CHENEY'S REAL FATHER IS.... you wouldn't like that, would you, you evil elf fucker.''

Uh, sorry about the rant.  Just feeling like I need more Chocolate in my life.... Easter and all.  Though both of us are trying to lose weight.   Here is what the test says a liberal is about, and it gets me well.  A lot of Marxist types hate the left, but I think shunning natural allies is a campaign killer personally.  What do i know about Marxism?  Very little, which is a hell of a lot more than most.



Other Political Philosophies

Right (Conservative)
Conservatives tend to favor economic freedom, but frequently
support laws to restrict personal behavior that violates "traditional
values." They oppose excessive government control of business, while
endorsing government action to defend morality and the traditional
family structure. Conservatives usually support a strong military,
oppose bureaucracy and high taxes, favor a free-market economy,
and endorse strong law enforcement.
Libertarians support maximum liberty in both personal and
economic matters. They advocate a much smaller government; one
that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence.
Libertarians tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose
government bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate
diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties.

Centrists espouse a "middle ground" regarding government control
of the economy and personal behavior. Depending on the issue,
they sometimes favor government intervention and sometimes
support individual freedom of choice. Centrists pride themselves on
keeping an open mind, tend to oppose "political extremes," and
emphasize what they describe as "practical" solutions to problems.
Statist (Big Government)
Statists want government to have a great deal of power over the
economy and individual behavior. They frequently doubt whether
economic liberty and individual freedom are practical options in
today's world. Statists tend to distrust the free market, support
high taxes and centralized planning of the economy, oppose
diverse lifestyles, and question the importance of civil liberties.

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