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.


Rabbit Attacks on Shrubbery and Other Atrocities

THESE ARE COMPILED FROM FACEBOOK... A LOT OF STUFF MASHED TOGETHER.  SORRY THIS IS SO CONFUSING.  I KIND OF LIKE HOW IT WORKS TOGETHER.   The Story of Talib that is buried in here is what makes this work mean something.  

I will clean all of this up and rework the General X prose....   All of the compilations like this in here are basically notes, for a larger narrative, that I has organically grown out of recent political events, as well as history....

Santa showed up with tanks, missiles, and machine guns... "Toys are for pussy's," said the now buffed out, tattoo clad Santa, dressed in the black leathers that have become his new trademark!!! Elves are now being hired out now as a Private Intelligence Agency, and are said to be offering to take in Guantanamo Prisoners... though the UN says torture is rampant in the N. P. and strenuously objects.

  • Well, my facebook feed has been massively edited... someone took down almost all of the entries.... I will soon be getting off Facebook altogether now.

I think everyone deserves a second chance. ... and a third, fourth and fifth... sooner or later they will get it right, if they keep trying. The quitters are the ones I pity.

December 26, 2010 at 7:52pm ·  · 

Not One

We have barely washed the blood of the Persian poets
off our hands...
now they want us
to invade again...

We must not spill
not one
of Persian blood

The trick to a successful relationship is not to take anything too seriously, while still taking everything seriously.

Divide the oppressed minorities into factions,-- encourage them with music and the press to spend their resources battling one another, and they will not notice you are the real enemy."

FROM. "THE DUMMIES GUIDE ON HOW TO RULE A FASCIST COUNTRY" A book commissioned by the CIA to train Reagan for his role as president, originally published in an Alzheimer friendly coloring book.

I KNOW WHO YOU MURDERED. I AM COMING FOR YOU. The Ghosts of your victims gather around me. Watch as I close in on you with a bloody ecstasy. They will drag you into my Father's Court... and find their Justice.

Chapter heading for The Preacher, my upcoming book of Jesus Stuff

The last phase to subvert democracy in the states is to outlaw collective bargaining altogether. Tell people they cannot band together to fight larger, more powerful forces for their share of the pie.... The republi-traitors hate the masses, with the disdain of sales types who view everyone as marks to be taken for the highest commission.

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.

memoirS Of a BRAIN WASHED boy

see the blood splatter on those sentences
hear the saber rattling
watch out...
you aren't going to like the surprise ending
nothing is what you think
man is the know nothing of the cosmos

driven mad
by the limited view
from our cages
of night
and day

under a hot/harsh hellion of a sun
we're all a-thirst for a sip of Holy water

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 mullato. Get over it.


I felt too out of the loop to give much credence to my words having any effect.... was surprised as all hell to find I was pretty much alone in that opinion. The surveillance and drugging started God knows when? By the time I noticed they were ensconced in my life. I had to accept that they were going to do whatever they wanted, a horrifying thing to learn, really, about your government.

"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."
He is disgusted with me. Thinks I am crazy to strike out on my own. He knows more than me because he can keep his mouth shut... still, I just write him off and move on.  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 mullato.  Get over it.  

He fell back on some contingency plan to burn me...  gave me a rehearsed speech that referred to 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, even though they had me in a straight jacket of pain speedy drugs that kept me awake for days, something I heard from others they had been putting in my water bottles that I kept in the fridge.      I was more amazed that he didn't know what I had gone through than I let on.

He 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... 

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...  

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).    

I see what happened to me as a weapon to be used against my oppressors.  Would be if we had honest courts.  I do not think there is much hope left in the states today, as the right wing makes their small victory in the congress out to be some Reagan Revolution (if ever they propped up a puppet after the revolt, a trained actor who could sound convincing selling Borax soap, let alone spin Fictions of TAKING BACK AMERICA, as he went about destroying COLLECTIVE BARGAINING in this country, and sent armies of death squads out through South America.  

I have a lot on my plate to get to.  I have been so focused on my fiction, and my life, that I have let go of things...  a common problem for a writer, and a blessing at times.  Sometimes throwing my mind into a fictional fantasy is the only escape from haunted thoughts.  Sometimes.. forgetting, for awhile, is the only way to go on.

I am not writing all of this is in a woe is me context.  Just trying to set the record straight...   the spin of everything I do will always be in others hands, to some degree.

I can say what I want... does that make it true?  Not to all of my readers, but to some.   I write enough fiction that I know my work is confusing, to say the least, on line.  Trying to figure out who a writer is by reading their characters is a dangerous game.  Listening to only side of a story is dangerous, too.  This is why I try to stick to the facts, even if sometimes I am just showing people images of what happened, and hoping they are better equipped to make sense of them than I am.

Right now part of Obama's Non-Aggression Pact with the Neo-Cons means no one is going after Bush for anything that was done to me, or others... and he certainly treated many worse than me.  We will never hear their names here because they fall under the vague classification of Civilian Casualties on the news..  

 argue with God.
Try to tell Him
What He should do.
He laughs at me.
Knows i wouldn't really want to be in charge,
That this realm is a burden
Only He can handle.

Brainwashed Boy Went Awry

gun went off on it's own one day
He wasn't no starter pistol
He wasn't aimed
didn't have no big purpose
a manufactured weapon
that doesn't even understand
why it's fired

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