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.


Give em what they want...

You have two choices as a writer.  You can write what people will read, and hope to be read, or you can say fuck all that fame and money shit, I am going to do all my work and throw it in a closet, then when I die leave it to a publisher, for the fuck of it... great story for the jacket cover.... A guy here in town who created a graphic novel of hundreds and hundreds of pages ate at night, after work, and he told no one of this endeavor.   The primary characters are little girls, and I think that in the end, he was working out an obsession in a healthy way, if you now  what I mean...  regardless.

I of course was raised on the teat of a mother who promised the milk of fame and wealth....  I sucked like hell for awhile.... until I figured out she was lying.  Most people still SUCK.  I can't stop them.  Mom has endless teats in an infinity of shapes and sizes and lies specialized for every child she spews from her gaping, hellish cunt.

The internet came along and I learned that I could publish without having to go through an editor, a reader, a couple more editor, a committee at a magazine....   Jesus.  One story I wrote about a woman being abused who would not admit it to herself, Iron, was sent out to a psychiatrist to see if they should publish it  (at the time, I had already developed my idea to speak to certain audiences, be they working class, or elite poets, etc....  and was publishing in a Christian Feminist magazine with an abuse theme, that ended up in Church basements across the world, where I hoped women like the simple one I wrote in the story would recognize themselves... you know, I wanted the work to have impact, not make me a lot of money or extend some literary rep., like an agent would have told me to do).

In the last few weeks I have come into contact with a lot of people on Facebook who are just being introduced to me as a 'writer.'  They may think they are meeting me, have a sense of me, etc... but when you extrapolate that you know who a writer is, or how they a act, etc.. from their writing, you are being tricked.   Writer's books about themselves always have to be CORRECTED by later biographers.  We have one product to sell -- ourselves, and no matter how open one may be about their faults (IN MY WORK IS MY EVERY SIN... in a way, I offer them up to the context of my life, and indeed see, to my relief, that I act righteously most of the time, thanks I am sure entirely due to my parents, who were about as ethical as two people can be, and very active in all kinds of good works all the time).   The only opinions I care about are the ones that address my writing directly, to be honest.... others piss me off or make me happy, etc... but they are fleeting moments -- if I feel burned by someone on the net, or feel the truth demands a comment that is going to piss someone off, I respond once and then almost never go back and look at the thread again.... pissing matches on the internet are not worth the upset.  One could do nothing else all day long with my opinions, and that would just add to the hatred out there, between the left and right, because those who think the government is a conspiracy and those who understand NO,, IT IS RUN BY PEOPLE JUST LIKE US... and yes, Senator Rockefeller does a lot for the poor even with that dreaded name, or so I believe...  but these opinions don't win friends in the kind of radical crowds where I choose to speak.   I don't preach to choirs, we just all sit around and talk, you know?

So one guy told me that he could not read my blog because it was 'too rambling.'   He missed the periods when I wrote short comedy everyday and had 1500 readers a day plus... at like five different sites.   The revolutionary poetry period when my numbers were even higher during the radio show.   Now, I am writing the more serious stuff in Waking Up Jesus, and doing my editorials mostly on facebook, where I do make them short and punchy, like people on the net love.

ANOTHER GUY, who has been reading me since the beginning of my web adventures, and archives all my stuff, thank god (he just sent me over 40 hours of my old radio show that I did not have...   because the whore/bitch/cunt I used to work with, when she went to the radio station to download all the shows, only decided to record the last half of the time, when she was on the show... when Jimmy and I and Mary Ann made it a hit, she left all that behind.  I could not believe anyone would be such a cunt.  187 IQ, and hangs out without a very stupid comedy crowd that laughs at her stupid jokes.  When we had live audiences, she would say something and there would be dead silence, me or jimmy spoke and they could not stop laughing.  Ugh.  She did not make me laugh in all the time I knew her -- went to one of her shows and it was appalling....  but she networks well, and was good at taking our ideas and playing characters, as long as we told her what to say.... anyways.....

This other guy said that he loved when I just talked about my life lately.  When I was off the issues and being myself, writing a letter to my buddies on line about what is happening with my work and in my head, in my day to day existence here in Chicago....

So I have to take both opinions into consideration.  The guy who thinks this is rambly, I told him this is all first draft stuff, that the finished work comes out in the books, and he should read me there.

For the other, Jerry, one of my Chosen Brothers, the second best kind (and the ones you tend to get along with best in my opinion), I write this essay here.... and go on not caring too much about what people think who do not know enough about my work to have an opinion).   I have had only a few readers there from the beginning, and they are very dear to me.   Dreaming in Blue, Bobby USbombs, Jerry....  and then the others, the spies and such that made their ire with my radical writing all too well known.

They exerted their power over me a week ago, when a tragedy with another Chosen Brother, Matt, who many who read me know of from my work....  a famous fighter, fierce father, lived with my family as a teen, etc....  his wife was having brain surgery and he needed me to take care of his autistic boy, to keep him from being sent to a temporary home that he hated, and just cried at....   After discussing my  plans on the phone with M., my internet and the phone both began cutting out at crucial times.  I could literally not make the plans.  Then, my medication, for pain, the only one that is crucial, really, disappeared from the post office for five days.  I tracked the fuck out of this package to make sure I was not ust being paranoid, to the point of talking to the hospital to find out exactly when it was picked up, the supervisor at the mailroom, and the mailman who was delivering, temporarily, for my regular woman who is on vacation.  I always get this medication on monday when I call it in on thursday.  It is only sent across town.  The supervisor and the mailman both were sure that all her packages were out every night.... and the supervisor then suddenly called me four days after it was to come to say they had just gotten it.  Funny.....  never happened before.   NEVER.  Same with the phone going out.

You people think I am kidding about needing security are fools.  They must have needed a few days to get ready for what I was going to do.  My first day at my destination, I went out on the porch to smoke a cigarette, and about seven cop cars were sitting down on the corner.  Matt said he had never seen such a thing.  Every time then, all day, I would go out to smoke, and a cop car would drive by.   Later, when I was out for a walk, a cop stopped as we crossed a street, elaboratly holding up traffic to let us take the small boys across the road, and We practically saluted -- he seemed very excited to see me.  Cops around this country like me....  but this guy, well... it is nice to be liked.  And I want to thank that cities police officers for the excellent security.

Anyways, I had my computer fixed up while I was on the trip.  I had been having problems with my computer, and since I was close to my bro Jerry's he told me to drop it off.... and in an hour found a chat room taking about how sound problems were endemic with Aspire One's, and a dude had made a fix,.... he slapped that in, and then boosted my sound... a fucking great program that made this thing, literally, five times louder.  His act of kindness probably paid for my trip, to be honest, because I cannot imagine a computer store would find the chat room for the repair, etc....and if they did, I would have found out a couple hundred bucks later.   I thought it was the sound board and was ready to have it replaced....   I am an idiot when it comes to some aspects of computers.

I know words and psy-war and how to see what is really happening in the news, or at least what to believe and what not....  I mean, I do not know what is happening in the world.... really...  I run from people who are too convinced.

So, if this isn't what you want.... you should really check out the short stories I am slowly accumulating on my comedy site,  http://peacepipedreamsandpain.blogspot.com

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