Welcome to the mind of John Scott Ridgway. Beware falling rocks and angels.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER WHAT THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY CALLS THE 'WITTING.' The implication being anyone who doesn't know what is truly going on in the world is 'unwitting.' I have an academic/artist background that includes three books, oil painting, radio and tv... though mostly, I write on the web and give the words away. Better read than dead, I always say. I studyied military intelligence, cults, english, history, and philosophy, among other subjects that I took in my quest to have something to say in my work.... I am proud to say I studied under peaceful warriors, like Dr. Danial Stern, an icon in the sixties who hung out with the panthers, dealt with agent provocaters, spies.


Find me on facebook at john scott ridgway... there are two of me... one is active. I trust you can figure it out. Doing a lot of stuff there. Basically showing my daily trek throughout the dozens of papers I peruse while waiting in some bush, pr parked somewhere, you know, out stalking, or whatever, you know... hunting humans, maybe... but not in an illegal way. Really.

I urge you to try out my new Jesus, blog, too. He is nothing like you have read before. This creature from the planet Heaven is mistaken for an alien, a cult leader, a terrorist.... Military intelligence agents and secrets are thrown all over in this blog.... please spread my writing whereever forfree... The book is not just for Christians. I am almost an agnostic... I, Christ... will lead you to heaven, or at least give you a lot to think about. After years of getting mostly a's in college, I can at least parrot a few things you have not heard.

Friday, April 08, 2005

What To Say???

Amazing how many words are generated from people who never adequatly answer this question, eh?

I am having a day... sort of a too cold and painful day. Woke up late, walked the dog and petted the kitty for a bit, turned on the noon news and watched pope parades and Billy Corigan talking about how happy he was that he was at the opening day for the cubs. That whole neighborhood goes nuts during the games. I used to live a couple blocks from there, and with the back door open you could hear them cheering this and that. A big drinking thing, for sure. I have never gone to a game, which is a shame, I suppose. I have enjoyed most baseball games that I have seen, but spending fifty bucks on baseball? I'll to to movies or a blues concert or something, you know?

I won't go so far as to say that I hate jocks, because that is silly, but there is a mentality there that suits american business better than my temperement.

I am reading a book of very early joyce carol oates short stories. They are fascinating in a train wreck kind of way. Being a bit of a prole, her constant references to people with 160 plus IQ's and whatever strikes me as kind of silly and young. She is stuck in an academic world at this point in her career. I was kind of surprised to find this material, after first reading her books bad girls and then one that was based of jefferey dalmer and a few short stories, I would have never expected this from her. One of the stories is dedicated to Bob Dylan. That was sad for some reason.

Anyways, this is just a little shot of words in the dark, written for no other reason than to pretend that I am not watching the A Team....

M is home... time to go.... kill yourself and others, please.

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