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.


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.


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