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.


Bigger Than Life

Fiction writers make a living out of crying Wolf...
then when the big bad pack comes around no one wants to believe
they are surrounded by a violence without mercy

I want to end all associations
stop being connected to anything
a drunk in a flop house without nothing to do ever again

I want to plan and prod and push
for a utopia
that has too many steps
for our obese populace to waddle up

started trying to see if the system might work for awhile
came out of shadows into a spotlight their money had no control over

a thin mad man telling the world
after that you live by His Commands/not man's

a pathfinder
slowly awakening again in the flesh
a spirit beckoned by prayers primitive and sublime
a speck of God to lead you home

a myth in life/a myth in books/a myth in minds

some days there is only the waiting
what can I do against the onslaughts of God?
Nothing.  God wants to end the earth well that is that...
man is another thing altogether....

I can tell the truth no matter how popular the lies are....
how easy the lies are to believe...
how easy the lies are to sell

I do My Duty For My Deity
and Trust as I always have
that He will keep me around
as long as He needs me


  • You are a spark in dry timber, stopped from becoming a roaring flame
      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 everyONE... or enough, at least... FOR A SMALL cabal to gain CONTROL OF THE WORLD, PRETTY MUCH.

    We must begin to feel challenged 
    to stop them. 

    No more hyper-reality for us... you have spent too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong, folks... 
    we must face this is all 
    a mirage.


diaries of gangsta general x

Starting to think it will take a river of blood to TAKE BACK WHAT HAS BEEN STOLEN FROM THE MOST FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE FEW, but when the few control all the arsenals of biological weapons, nukes, etc. I fear if we try, they will let loose an ocean of blood. Should I let the odds being against me stop me this time? Once in awhile... I beat the hell out of them odds. 

Gangsta General X

The politics in the states is at a tipping point.... the rape of the masses almost complete.  The people I work with were impatient with me years ago, let alone now.  I have always said I would exhaust all peaceful avenues, and never run head-long into some stupid losing war -- PERIOD.  No terrorist in me. A revolution is one thing, striking any kind of blow that harms people is beyond my pay -grade/morality.  There is never going to be a crime like that associated with me.  

 The peaceful sometimes are just afraid to act . . .  if they ever decide to show the ELITE just who is in the majority  and that our needs matter JUST AS MUCH AS THEIRS.  . .  if they would just .  .  .  act...


two jokes...

  • Today is really not going anywhere.  I went for a long walk with the dog and wrote a few small entries.   I need to focus on certain projects and do nothing else now.  I have been way too scattered.  That is the problem.   

    I will go first to the new stuff, gather the various narratives, poetry, and attempts at jokes.... file them where they go, then begin to transform them into documents..   Also the manuscripts I put off editing all this time are not going to finish themselves.  So much to do.    I can do it as I always do... same old method works for me.  gather, the poetry and essay that tell the story, 

    I am retreating from something with this work... but I am not even sure what.  God has made certain weird decisions for me that proved right or wrong, but one that is right...  i made it to the other side of this.   Now, the question is who do I target with my fury?   I do not want to get people hurt, politicians threatened, any of that crap.   How can I trust people to do this right when they did not before?  How can I even know for sure what the hell we are doing, who I am working with, who is against (i cannot even figure out why I am alive half the time?   Maybe they really do not give a damn what I say.   They tried to get me not to write and I said fuck you....  

    the guy is a foot taller than me
    burly with a beard and an academic air
    comes up to me on the beach where a cop once showed me a bag of stun guns and clubs
    says .he writes all his books n his head and then never has to write them down
    then. he adds... "or you should write children's books."  

    I recognize the threat
    and raise them a FUCK YOU

    WHAT THE ALIENS WILL SAY OF HUMANS WHEN WE ARE GONE: " They became addicted to the temporary excitement of purchasing new items, and used up every resource on the planet making new objects to buy and sell to each other.'
    3 minutes ago ·  · 

  • They say Moses issued the edict that Jewish men have to cover their heads only AFTER losing his once luxurious locks to male pattern baldness... or I do, I guess... especially when I see guys in their forties go thru the 'I am wearing a hat until the denial wears off' phase of losing their hair. They also say Moses had a small dick and that's where all this chopping them off comes from. Or I do... one of us.
    19 minutes ago ·  · 
God in His Wisdom gave us a yearning for freedom 
no whip can lash out
no brutal words can drive off

a desire we drug out/work out
repress/bury and buy off with temporary excitement over the objects/

Do you live for the temporary excitement of purchasing new items?

They lived for the temporary excitement of purchasing new items.   Used every resource on the planet making up new stuff to buy and sell to each other.


They say Moses issued the edict that Jewish men have to cover their heads only AFTER losing his once luxurious locks to male pattern baldness...  or I do, I guess... especially when I see guys in their forties go thru the 'I am wearing a hat until the denial wears off'  phase of losing their hair


God in His Wisdom gave us a yearning for freedom 
no whip can lash out
no brutal words can drive off

I charged too far out into the battlefield to retreat... now it is win or die.

I wrote this line a few weeks ago.   I want to expand on this, bring out the fuller context of what I mean by such lines.... fill in all the facts that are unseen between the words, and without them the context seems jumbled, the narrative almost unbelievable.

I am so sick of me though.  Art is supposed to be getting me outside of myself.  I don't care nearly as much for writing about my own life.  I suppose it would be easy with a normal story ,  but what I witnessed was too bizarre.   Leads to all kinds of conclusions that most people will not want to accept, and I do not know really if even knowing about the events will matter in the over-all world.

There is a mental block in my mind about this too..  I get so distraught and depressed over this shit unless I am just plain out angry -- which is emotionally speaking, better than the others at least.

About when most people you meet have you figured for crazy, your opinions are closest to the truth.

Not always true of course.

the radio sings a song about How I Used to Rule the World....  which is too true.   Though this was never my intent..  Chosen one.  Me of all people.  Too many take this too seriously for me to ignore the implications.  None of them to seem to care what I really give a damn about now -- but that is better than what I would have been.. puppet.

They drugged me, played my mind....  all I could do was try to stop what they started.   Bow out as soon as I regained my sanity enough to do so.  This was no game for the pain wracked body that I live within/in the horrible screams that filled my mind for months...  the beliefs sublime and horrifying that kept me awake days on end, dazed by implications, convinced that anything was possible for awhile...  which is not true.    A little bit of magic goes a long way in this world.

I hear the games played now on the radio/see them clearly on tv.  Becoming witting is a depressing thing to do..  Really is.  Too many Santa's on too many crosses.  Too many cults.  Religion is a political game.  Now that is a sin even to the most hardened atheist.

Assembling Order

I am going to switch gears in my writing back to the  blogs. Facebook is beginning to feel like a project with no closure.  Like a huge manufacturing plant that has thousands of workers and intricate bells and whistles and computer screens and in  the end of the process....  nothing is produced at all... except a hard days work.

I am so pressured by the current events that every moment to myself is stolen.   If I am not doing something that is advancing my work, I feel like I am letting people down.   I have done that enough in this life.  Often not by my own design, but often enough.

I have been gaining more perspective on how to tell my tale in a way that documents the phenomena.  I am not sure why I continue to do this, really.  I am not hopeful about my writing.  I used to have every reason to be before a factor I never considered entered into my career track and put up an armed roadblock.  Repression.   I should have expected scrutiny,  but I also expected to be asked about intentions, and to be able to clarify my beliefs within the laws of my land    I would never promote terrorism.   Or murder.  Or assassination.  Or robbery.   I don't have any romantic notions about any of those things.   They haunt my comedy as a defensive mechanism,, to keep from feeling so much empathy with the victimized that I curl up and die....  which I thought was going to happen to me from time to time in my over-dramatic way.

They have the reverse of a spotlight on me... and plenty of cameras to catch every shadow.   That is the life that became real....  came out of nightmares worse than any I ever had -- pollyanna raised and born enough to write any kind of bad poetry for any occasion with actual heart felt words.   A hallmark card attribute I use too often.

I am ready to compile the writing from facebook into a couple new files, and sort through and think about the prose I will use between them, what to expand.   The phrases by the Elite I am going to keep up.


Field Reports/blabbering mostly

      The life has been going strange places since I started writing about what happened to me....  not as strange as the goings on of 06/07/08...  milder.  Subtle games have replaced the brutality of the first years of my entry into the ONE WAR as a freelance spy/psy-op operative working only for my little perspective.

There has never been a movement of an obsession to come along to make me ever think that I should change my life to change the world.  Protesters usually lose if they work for the kind of unpopular issues I have worked on -- like the environment and hand gun control in California.  Important issues, but nothing that could really change the earth.

Sad break up songs are playing on the radio/ summer's coming has the windows open.  My mind has been all over the planet for the last few months, trying to make such of so much that no one ever taught me in school.  And some that they did.

The feeling that I am getting something important done comes and goes.  There is always going to be a part of me that thinks no matter what I do, it amounts to nothing. ... at times.  I have been thinking a lot about writing stories and books and really pretty much thinking that any career in this field I ever wanted is pretty much fucked at this point.  My work has grown so controversial, my  conclusions so radical, that I would cause them trouble if they let me just go out and be an artist in a free market.  I do not want to quit writing just to spite them.  That is part of their goal with all the harassment.

Still... I could do much better financially if I concentrated on just painting.  They sell easily.   At present I have nothing I am willing to part with.

The update of the story is pretty much out on Facebook.  the drugging, brain washing, getting tricked into jail so sleazy that it doesn't even show up as resolved to the Secret Service... they could not find the court records, big fucking surprise.  Set up.   I have so much to hate over.. that is the hardest thing at times.  hating this world is easy.  Loving this world is hard.

ELECTION TIME AGAIN....all the little Hitler's are circling their masters bearing their asses.

This is about how cynical I have become of late.   I am sure that the present system is beyond any repair.  Thee is no savior who will rise in our present two party system.   This leads me to think that the old ways of swaying the populace are all out of date.   I mean, the old way was to revolt against the state.  That though takes a lot of factors that are simply not here, and I THANK GOD FOR THAT.  I could only commit to a movement that was going to work non-violently.   I would never want to be involved in a plan that required any kind violence that was not defensive.   The revolt would have to be popular enough that the politicians would be abandoned by the armed forces and the police, because those factions will feel the same way as the populace.

Now, that is in the world of the surface.  this voting business.  There is another layer to this whole thing, where voting simply does not mean a damn.   The system is askewed toward the vastly  wealthy and face it, that part of history is over, folks.  You have to share.  What was once eccentricity is quickly becoming appalling and criminal

The hardest part is coming to an understanding that I am forever changed.  No remaking myself again, no treatment is going to improve on what is here at this point.   I cannot forget that I have placed myself in a position of power, however underground.  The damning security of this life.  In danger.  Last thing I ever expected from my work.   Oh, well.  I have to follow my vision, or what is the point of becoming a writer at all?  Part of what appealed to me about the profession was that you could be wildly different than everyone else, really say what you wanted with your idiom, your thoughts.... not like most things, where there is only one right way.  With writing there are NEW RIGHT WAYS to discover (or more correctly, more often than not, re-discover).  Poetry especially takes you into all the various ways of using words.

Now, I guess I am still writing, pounding out new rather experimental stuff on Facebook.   A lot of phrases I am making up.  Sort of prose poetry, and sometimes with formal line breaks.   All leading up to something like a book of poetry I suppose.  Some of it.  Another strain is statements from the elite.  Which would fit good within a book of comedy with bite.... more bite than laugh, perhaps....  I guess I now offer bite with a few laughs...  that equation has switched since my more comedic days.



a mouse in a maze
wandering around in a stoney haze
laughing at the fools 
who run by me in a sweat
who think 
there is
some reason
to play along
with the masters
... some
treat at the end
President Obama is celebrating A budget that extends the Bush tax cuts and cuts spending on programs for the most needy in America. WE ELECTED HIM WHY???

I WENT ALONG.... the epitaph of Humanity?

He/she would not be allowed on TELEVISION if he/she is not throughly controlled by ignorance or design.

Whatever is unpopular with THE ELITE is labelled criminal or insane, and whenever possible both.



fighting for the freedom and justice
of our fellow humyns is what we sign up for
offer us a rightious path or we walk away
go off and fight our wars...

not your made up wars

we will go wherever blood is spilled unchallanged
we will circle the children and animals and forests
prepare to defend them
against all comers

Television is a friendly enemy. . . the most dangerous kind. You don't even know they are hiding dark intentions until IT IS TOO LATE.

  • Unless you know how you are being assaulted, you have no idea how to fight. This is the true reason they hide HAARP, the Elite's Agenda's, etc... not because they are afraid of being caught -- what the hell can we do? -- it is because they know if you knew how, YOU WOULD CHANGE THIS SYSTEM.
    Yesterday at 8:28am ·  · 
    I LEARNED THE WAYS OF BLACK PSY-OP'S to try to counter their use against the Left. Unless you know how you are being assaulted, you have no idea how to fight.


    Oh, well, that sure explains a lot of things....
    Yesterday at 9:38am ·  · 
  • Thomas Paine's revolution was hijacked by slave traders and speculators...


The Intelligence coming out on World Wide Radiation levels being at Dangerous Levels are Being Repressed. This is the kind of sentence your hear uttered at the beginning of a very bad disaster movie...

one of my very sorry little attempts to show my oil paintings, pets, girl...

a new mural in rodgers park... and picking up poo and sniffing pee

m and i take a trip down to the bean sculpture... here in Chicago...

Click on the side of the videos and it should take you to utube, where you can view the entire video.

Ruby dog fights the mighty dash... click on video to watch at utube

Thank YOU for over a half million hits at my various sites ... new counter.

one war

The collected john scott ridgway

The collected john scott ridgway
a demented little entry into philosophy, humour and redemption.,

the elves attic

AddThis Feed Button