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.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

the pain train

A most unusual and typical train ride tonight; I took a seat right in front of a young, very attractive black woman LOUD TALKING rudely into her cell phone. People do this. For a few seconds, fine. It happens. But Loud Talking???? What the hell is that about??? LOUD TALKING LIKE DOUBLES THE ANNOYANCE LEVEL of having to listen to someone talk -- whether we have said to them we want to hear them or not. This is unusual in life. Mostly, people will choose who they have to listen to. Some just choose music, and I was like that for years. Kept me shielded from the sounds of the city, wafted me away from the every day, bringing otherwise non-existent drama to my commute to work, trips to spikes, and adventures with hamsters.

Back to the train. The el in Chicago looks old, is made decrepit by the NICE, NEW buildings surrounding its rusting metal sides; I feel like the old trains with their stench and seventies industrial look are a part of the past already? then I remember that somehow Chicago never has enough money for mass transit? hey, mayor, if you love the environment, get people riding the dam strange trains. Think San Fransisco?s BART, okay?

I should add, getting back to this loud talking on the cell phone? There are different types who are just as self-absorbed as young girls trying to fend off every bit of boredom in their average, average day. The other that comes to mind smell heavily of cologne, clean cut white guys with ties nice suits, shiny shoes and brand new hairdos. They look all dramatic as they LOUD TALK about their serious ?business.? They are like rouge microcosms, oblivious to the feelings of others. People like this see others as hollow; the other commuters on the train as dolls devoid of feelings and thoughts and annoyance at people totally intruding on my space. Kill them without pity.

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. Or sued or something bad like that...

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