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.


Updating The View

 The News.

The horrid day by day assault.
No wonder I am a soldier under siege
holed up in camp Suburbia
just north of a sophisticated city

my kind is too cruel to run a world like this
my fuse too short
my trigger finger too itchy

my reactions too terrible to accept the injustice
my impatience with the stupid and misguided too little
to run a world
of people seeking asylum
from the open sores on the planet

trapped misguided used and abused and accused
sticks and stones, too

comes at you from every wall
as I walk the streets I see the cameras on every corner
some flash white whenever a car runs a red
and they get ticketed by mail

the watched ones must become the watchers
if they are not watching you
you are not fighting hard enough
sooner or later you will fight for or against them
there are NO  civilians in a Democracy --
the armies killings are blood on our hands as we pull the lever and make our vote
for who gets to control the guns

Peace we want and Peace we'll get
In the aftermath what is going to be left?
Is Afganistan going to go stone age
Iraq limp along on some sweet loans that will come do one day
a few generations down the line
later--long enough away not to hurt the principles involved one tiny damn bit

like Old Men Polluting a planet they aren't going to need much longer anyways
They've used up the world like life has used up their flesh
moment by unseen moment
like every field cleared

time enters my thoughts as a birthday comes and goes
and I'm reminded again that this life is worth something
no matter how I view myself on my days of self-hatred/the days of shame/when I tear open old wounds
or open new gashes in my thoughts

Nothing is just business
EVERYTHING IS PERSONAL.... wake the fuck up to getting it in the ass

taxi driver went on rampage 12 dead and 25 wounded in England
just flashed across the news and I remembered the horrible angers I had during those cab driving days
I hate and love too impetuously to drive around strangers all day
.threw a cup of cold coffee at two fuck heads in a van
 one day after they cut me off and almost killed me
then laughed
fuck em
times a thousand incidents and you get a year of that job

now the world assaults me through a computer screen, the tv, the stereo
newspapers and magazines

you raise your armies and fight among yourselves
while I wonder who would want this shit to continue?
and hear about munitions companies sending in lobbyists calling for the wars
assholes still talking in terms of winners and losers when as as far as I can see everyone is losing
this is just a slaughter or us and them in a civilian zone
every general's nightmare....  didn't talk as much about the nasty side
of Modern Irregular Warfare at the academy

Now our army is lead by an expert in guerrilla warfare
he says the civilian deaths are causing the enemies ranks to swell
as our bed economy fills the ranks of the armed forces with volunteers
no jobs stateside
people are scrambling
lucky to have anything
holding onto what they have and knowing they the lose it
there isn't a guarantee anymore that another job will be waiting
that gets the nation on edge
no jobs
that gets the nation riled up and asking where is the money going?
Why is the middle class going break while the rich get much richer?
Isn't this children's block simple ... this concepts --- the money went from us to them
Reagan broke the unions and let loose the business creeps to do whatever the hell
they cut out that 'red tape' that held up the oil rigs with impact studies
I read that whites worth went up to 100k on average
while blacks in the states went from 3K to 5K
over a twenty year period
All of my adult life the worth of blacks has gone from nothing to next to nothing
and I can see there is a war being fought here with winners and losers that has nothing to do
with justice-- a war I will side on now with the assurance that any Jesus would

the statistics rips open something inside of me
tells me more about the world than anything I have read in ages
my god what is going on here?
Who the hell is still thinking in terms of color and how the hell can we deal with them?
We are one people
one people
we all deserve respect, land and treasure

there is no chosen few
no chosen people

no cursed people

everyone meets their God alone
stripped of the rhetoric of religion

sit here thinking send them all home
this is causing more trouble than it is worth
open talks with the people we call 'terrorists'
Hamas and the Taliban should be able to speak to power as well
instead of feel the only weapons they have are bullets and bombs

This week commandos from Israel stopped a convoy of supplies
from a flotilla
killing up to twenty and losing soldiers

All over a blockade meant to punish someone for bombing them
I can see all the different sides of this of course
no one wants to get bombed
but no one wants to lose their jobs and access to consumer goods -- 
punishing civilians for the actions of a few military leaders

"If I had a rocket-launcher...I would make somebody pay...."
comes on the radio as I write and I think yes too cruel to rule this ridgway boy is
or just cruel enough

the rule of my fiefdom is closely guarded by my education
my morals
the walls are invisible to all and unsuspected
too ethereal to draw their notice
in the center is a calm  garden 
where I alone can enter
the place of my magic
where I conj-our words people seem to want to read

caste my  spells over the masses

Play Out My Messianic Myths
The One Who Wishes Only To Have A Clean Soul
The peacemaker
so easily slaughtered by the better armed

can't lay down my weapons
can't stop because of a few wounds
mental and otherwise
I will not lose my ability to be a sword

a bullet a bomb

fires in  your night
oil raining down from the sky and igniting a country into flames
as I write millions of gallons of oil are spewing up through a hole in the ocean
Courtesy of  Republicans who were all chummy with the companies 
 let them blow off the safety
standards them damn liberals had saddled them with 

I can't watch the usual day of news anymore because injured animals destroy me
I feel them too much
like I am a bomb and these images will start me ticking 
leading to some inevitable explosion
like I write in my Waking Up Jesus book 
my Christ who deals -- badly -- with heralding the End

the end of the world is open to debate
greenhouse/oil rain/meteor/marauding aliens
if we are that screwed 
than even talking about it ...
is like bringing death up to a cancer patient
a Russian Scientist wrote that we are in for oil rain that will destroy North America
I pray he is just being alarmist but damn the very words are enough to make you wonder
what if?

Oil Rain....  killing all of our crops/coating all trees and animals and killing them
I didn't know such a thing was possible though of course it makes perfect sense
Ugh, the news.... 
spews and spews and spews the views.....

there will be
in the streets tonight
cops and robbers
soldiers around the globe in dusty desert cities

ah, no matter how a sorry sight
I keep on looking for that little bit of light
the laughter of my friends and the kisses from my dog and the birds singing for spring
on my lush green block filled with front yards turned into virtual gardens now
amazing displays of floral wealth ...  professionals, doctors, lawyers...
and us
the refugee's from the lower classes 
in the one apartment building on the block

th stoner writer leading his little army
of loose net of half spies and full spies and pol's and artists and you and you and you
probably/maybe not

Napoleons in Rags*
one and all
throw your hat into the ring
light up a doobie
clean your gun 
and hum a song 
you'd love to be able to sing

sharpen you swords your wit
write your screams on a poster and march alone
always alone
too careful with your allegiances to allow anyone to speak for you

People like me are like Christ...
no church has come round yet that encompasses what we believe
so we stay away from them
and their superstitious, prejudiced piousness...
the money-grubbers in the temples  of tv.   

 (Bob .Dylan.)

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