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.


memoirs of the brainwashed boy

This narrative is going to become a NOVELLA....  I want to paint a nice portrait story about a guy who finds himself being used in a CIA plot to convince people Christ has returned, and they do this by brainwashing this poet, and having him, basic ally,  play Jesus... though he does not know it is an act.   A story of mind rape.   

I wish I could say this story is entirely fiction... no, it is based on facts much more heinous than you will find in this prose.

And YES I KNOW THIS PROSE NEEDS SOME MORE WORK...  sorry.    Hey, this is the free version.... okay, the raw stuff that needs work to make the cut, if it will at all....   The working title, I should warn you, is about as close to a joke as you are going to find in this prose....

"You can't fight them .  . ."   Talb waves up into the sky. He is pissed that I will not give up and go along with their plan... I introduced him to these people and he knows their power, has heard from the guys in the shadows, the secret societies and Intelligence Agencies trying to shape the world.

"Sure I can... until my fucking last breath."   I was really surprised by his reaction to my words.  I really thought he had more fight in him than that, but no...

Talib  is disgusted with me; thinks I am crazy to even try to write about them, expose them, all the shit that I do in my attempts to fight them with the only weapon I have ever needed, the pen.

He knows more than me because he can keep his mouth shut... ex-marine.   Funny, they never told him at all that they were attacking me.   I thought people like Talb would have known.

Talib was one of the few people I knew who was involved openly in what I was doing.  He was fearless at first, or so I thought.  Later,  he converted to one side or another, or maybe even his own little neutral country (as he claimed), for all I know...  I met with Talib thinking I would be able to discuss everything openly with him.  

As soon as I told him they were attacking me, his entire demeanor changed.  He was terrified, started telling me things I never expected to come out of his moth, evil shit that doesn't make much sense;   everyone has been wronged, and yeah, some more than others, but if we do not fight this battle without colors of skin, we have already lost.  There can be no black and white.   That myths time has to die.   IF humans survive we will be mulatto. 

He sounded like a text book case of New Black Panthers;   divided and conquered we fell again, shame of it was... we really all wanted the same things...  

He fell back on some contingency plan to burn me...  He was... so afraid. .. of the pwople 

 That is what he was...  He said he  did't want to waste his life on a losing war;  gave me what was an obviously rehearsed speech... which freaked me out..   He referred  directly to four or five points he could only have heard about from the surveillance of my apartment.  By then I was pissed at the people intruding into my life and fucking with me, and was Pukishly doing whatever I could to defy them.

Talib knew a lot, but not everything.  Someone was censoring him.  

More than likely, only selective tapes were being released.  For awhile they went out 24 7 on the web.  What could I do?   I decided to use the podium to give the lecture and performance of my life.  The stage grew worldwide with the web.  Others put me in a hospital..... interesting, that after I was drugged, and stunned by it, I began writing poetry speaking of an impending event, an unveiling of sorts...  and mystical things began to happen to me.  This was fresh after what was one of the latest sessions of brain washing, the one I went through that gave me the presence of Christ in my mind....  It was there already.  A subject of a very, very vivid dream in my twenties that could not be a co-incident --  I dreamt of Christ coming back, though I had not believed in Christianity for a number of years, just some vague, nebulous God that I did not give much thought to before getting in aa at 18.  Also dreamt I was divorced, and living in Chicago, many years later.. running through the streets screaming Christ was coming back.  I remember how remarkable that dream felt... more real than my memory of most waking days, even now, some twenty five years later.   

I have been told a lot of lies about myself.   That was one way of confusing me.  Throwing me off my game.  Playing with my head.  Trying to stop me from saying what I think.  Thought police literally strapped me into a bed, fed me drugs and brainwashed me.  The CIA perfected inserting personalties into minds over twenty years ago.  A prof. slipped me a book about this during college... I wonder if he suspected, or knew, about some plan to use me?  My sympathies had been fairly communistic since an early age.   Each according to their needs always struck me as fair. 

Look up from the scenery of the stage.  
You may find that your strings
lead to the hands of a puppeteer
standing behind a curtain.

 Throwing back at me my idea of moving to the southside, saying white guys in black neighborhoods were always held up as cool and it was unwarranted.   He was the one who actually pointed out how he liked my keeping my sentiments on race under wraps until I had exposed a lot of racists and could attack them... with words, and reason.  Telling people to put aside your differences, before a few at the top steal everything from you... 

I had been talking to them, trying to reason, at first..  and just writing about my experiences having a spiritual awakening... and discovering that myths of who and what I am were driving a lot of people to take radical actions in the world, begin thinking the End Was Here, that the Time For the Judgement of the souls had come, or at least the time for Revolutionaries to grow bloody.    The same dilemma Jesus had when he told his followers he was not there to lead the Revolution, as prophesied, but to spread what was then heresy...  I wrote Jesus saying, "The Jews wanted me to lead a revolution.  The crowds thinned when they found out I was there to spread heresy.  The day they killed me, I marched alone."

I had just spent the year being drugged and bugged, filmed and used, misunderstood and manipulated.  Going from a private to a public person took a toll I never expected.  I expected friends from my efforts and was surprised by the enemies  I had always felt too out of the loop to give much credence to my words having any effect....   soon enough I found that I was pretty much alone in that opinion.  The surveillance and harassment started God knows when...  by the time I noticed they were ensconced in my life.   I just went along... what was I supposed to do?   I accepted that they were going to do whatever they wanted, a horrifying and sickening thing to learn, really, about your government.   I still believed a bit in our current system back them, on a micro-scale at least.  I did not think there was any justice in politics on a national scale, though in my life, I followed the law with an inner compass more powerful than any of my societies dictates.   I am a good guy, and act like one even in situations where my life or others are at stake.   I am glad to know this about myself....  I really felt that sooner or later, there would be justice.  That the people fucking with me would be brought to justice.

So many people knew...  had to go along with them to pull off how they treated me.   I became a voice with power by their design, as far as I can tell.   I fought to establish a voice in the shouting match of the web, using fiction and humor in ways that most were afraid of.   Career killing jokes, shit that enrages some people.  If you are in the public eye, you have to keep your politics rather mainstream, or expect to be marginalized, made fun of, put down...  

I remember how they changed me in the hospital now.  Enough time has passed to see the phases of the brainwashing as blips on otherwise the same personality I had before and after this experience (however changed now by information, the basics are all the same shit I pretty much believed by 17 after filling my head with thousands of books).    The first seizure, or whatever... happened, and I was slapped in and given Jesus.  My agnostic mind was flabbergasted too my most minute fiber.      

The timing of just starting the radio show was no coincidence.  They used me.  Had a plan and I was a pawn.  I accept it now, like  you do, with whatever, to get on with your life.  How could I not be curious, though, about what happened to me?   I am used to writing about characters who are much more interesting than me... and now here I am, with the most interesting story I have heard and I am at the epicenter.   

The memoirs of a brain washed boy .... not much of a title... but it will do until I can think of something better.   A dum joke in the title is about the best I can do so far to lighten up this story.  Some of it was funny.   I was doing comedy during all of this...  

Next scene    in radio studio doing comedy....

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