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.


icons on a day in may

The world is crumbling all around me
and sooner or later
 it will crumble under my feet 
and I will fall...
we all will fall.  
We are destroying the environment, 
40 years away from having NO FISH in the ocean, 
spewing oil from a hole in the ocean.

I watch this shit with BP
 and think
If I was the fucking president
the Government would be stepping in
and just fucking dealing with this.. 
no more BP fucking around

we fight the worst of our impulses 
that we see playing out in the fiends

we want some battle that we can solve with guns
once and for all tame this fucking city
troops going door to door 
dragging the guilty out into the streets
and shooting them in the heads
killing off the child beaters
wife beaters

just doing away with them once and for all
leaving a pile of bodies for the past
like a lot of countries have done
the brutal logic of cutting off the hands of thieves

the troops in the middle east say they considered the civilians enemies too
killed anyone they wanted at first
early on
when the war was brutal and secret
a shock and awe of brutal kidnappings, torture
troops in too big a number for all out assaults
modern irregular warfare

the blood on our hands is invisible in the states
we never hear the explosions or the gunfire
never hear the wailing widows
never see the hate in their eyes as our blood passes down their street

our streets are quiet
no kids throwing rocks at the soldiers at checkpoints
no rockets getting lobbed into our towns
no houses exploding on our block
the screams way too far away to reach our ears

the war is ignored as the economy tanks and pure survival becomes 
the concern of the day to day

my brushes with the spies leaves me concerned about the secret conspiracies
the powers that be just behind the facade of the day to day
the real players in the game of shaping what we think of as reality

the day to day reports in the news and the books and lectures that create us
for this time and this moment
speaking a language that will be unrecognizable by the future
our words morphing into shakesperian obscurity
requiring footnotes and a reading too careful for most
who prefer a bang up plot with a few human emotions thrown in
to make us feel concerned and relieved
the tv tells us everyone needs to live in a family
or they are losers or cursed
leave every other form of sexuality out of the arguement
demonized like blacks once were into cruel jokes in peoples minds
the monkeys the racists see 
the rednecks the new black panthers want to slaughter in the night

I come with a simple message of one world one ethic
a few simple rules we all agree to enforce
world wide
the three attributes children deserve from their societies
justice, freedom, and peace

no justice no peace keeps the firebombs flying
the anarchists smashing windows

the hidden hand of god 
shoves me around
picks me up 
and smacks me down
Job everywhere/everyone
Cursed by an arrogant God to prove a point to a fallen angel
Sounds more like a Roman God than Christ

Christ the pathfinder in my novels
in the day dream that seems as real as any other fiction in my head
whether it is a story or a truth has become meaningless to me
just a book exploring the usages of religion
the burden of the missionary
the fate of the martyred abused and Raging
leading the way 
through the dimensions
the chasms 
in reality and time
back to 
times makes no sense
Part of why I wrote the book was a dream of God's face
that stunned me awake and literally sent me stumbling
into the living room
muttering about how no one was supposed to see the face of God
convinced that great myths were coming true before my eyes
the supernatural more real than the chair I am sitting on

I was minute in size
looking up at the Deity from a Great Distance
an indescribably huge great light brown circle crackling with lightening 
surrounded by smaller ovals of muted red and gray and blue and...
heaven a place 
a point in space
soul travels
through universes faster than we can blink 
on the way spirits join us from other planets
a great parade of children returning to their creator
to become angelic again
return to our beginnings in the womb of God
a sensory experience of euphoria and celebration
kissing off the world once and for all  and taking off
toward a destination mapped out in my mind
a travel through one bit of God to another
a bit of God returning to the center
the point of the big bang
where He began the space we see through our telescopes

my dream of a cosmology that makes sense
a universal ethic in a world where truth is shattered daily
and elusive even to the greatest hunters

a place where no sea turtles wash up dead
on the shores after an oil spill
where nothing worldly matters
life a fading dream 
an infancy

run into books and fashions and nazifiying yourself into exactly what the boss wants
to avoid brutal glares and poor performance reviews
taking the drug tests and dropping the weed and ending up getting fat from beer

the madness of life can't be doctored away
prayed away
pilled away

the wickedness the wickedness
of a thoughtless oil slick slaughtering all life
creating another man-made DEAD ZONE in the ocean

the arctic melts and they still pay enough zombies to stop
enough people from believing in the greenhouse
to keep their oil monopolies and stock hustles and lawyer hustles and politicians hustles

we should be driving our cars up to the gates of BP
and leaving them
take a bus home
get more exercise
put our money into public transportation
act sane for a change

My Jesus voice from the book wants to take over the poem
the arch-type of the raging peace-maker in my mind
discovered and nurture by a group that combined Jung and hypnosis and tibeten Buddhism
evoking mental journeys that everyone found amazing to discover/an unexpected use of consciousness
voices in our minds
strains of conversation that added up to entire individuals
people we could be
other than who we were

the army knows what it wants to instill in soldiers
treatment is based on 28 days because of brain washing research
cults snagged a few more people today in every country across the world
a gypsy woman is taking some gullible suburbun new agers money
and giving them the advice she hears on Dr. Phil

Oh,man, you just have to laugh

even a bitter laugh
is better
than no laugh at all

a dream of an ethical God
with a reason for the suffering
the right words to make you FEEL like going on with the day to day

same as believing in an ideology like Socialism that gives your life a context
your impulses toward social justice a framework
everyone wants to rule your world
think for you
give you all the advice they wish they had lived
just never quite got around to
or missed

no one thinks for me
no one tells me what to think
a lie we tell ourselves...
as Texas tries to shape the text books into right wing pits of putrid lies
that march the capitalist white man's western tale through the minds of the young
and expect that to be enough to navigate a world
that has long passed them by

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