THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST

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.

A BASTOON OF TRUE FREEDOM IN A WORLD CONDENSED INTO POLITE CONVERSATIONS. I HAVE SITES ALL OVER THE PLACE THAT YOU CAN SEE MY OTHER SIDES WITHIN.
http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com/
http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com/

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.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

THE PAIN KILLER.... some thought he was the second coming...at first...not after awhile though.

He walked into the world with the lining of his overcoat filled with pocket after thin pocket of filled syringes. Most held herion and coke, eight balls. His job, as he saw it, was to liberate the masses from their terrible, hum drum lives. He was out there day after day, running down joggers and injecting them, forcing them to really, really listen to lou reed's herion and other cooler than ever high songs...

Of course his tactic worked, and soon most of the town was sick of washing toilets and making idle chit chat and watching the sunset and shit... in fact, the whole urban landscape was soon over run with addicts who not long before had been just pretty much like the rest of us. The addicts he created were always following him around asking for more herion and what not.

He tried to explain to them that what once got them high, now would cost them a couple hundred bucks. Well, as you can imagine, after once having merely gave this gent ten dollars for a buzz that first came free, and now having to start lives of crime to support their habits... well, the people were not happy. They took this guy, and they tied his arms to a chevy blazer, and his feet to a tree. When they pulled him apart, his guts went shooting up into the tree and his entrails hang there to this day... no shit.

Ah, but who am I to judge.... JOHNNY FUCKING PAIN, THAT'S WHO!!!!Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.

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