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.

Friday, September 30, 2005

GOD HATES ME. ME, SPECIFICALLY.

God has had it in for me forever. I mean, he hated me before I was even born.... He knew I would have a relationship with Jesus that would end bad. God is one mean, snide old bastard. He gets off on that shit.

Now he has given me a bunch of hamsters, all who seem -- surprise, surprise -- to be lacking in the skills that hamsters are famous for, like hand to hand combat...

You know, God told me once, when he was in one of his 'holier than thou' moods, that he does indeed know where every sparrow falls and all that shit, but he hates most of them, and is secretly glad their lives are over, so he can quit pretending he loves them.

He makes no pretense toward liking the angels who make their way through the pearly gates. No. He just kind of listens to whatever you say, then throws up some stupid pseudo psychological euphamism like, "Ask a cloud, my son, and remain quiet for ten years."






God first mounted me when I was five years old. I was sleeping in my parents bed, in between them, and I woke up and could not get my legs to work. My lower half had just stopped working. Scary stuff. This went on for a year. Yea, that old bastard had those nurses stabbing me with huge needles that seemed about the size of jack hammers in my memory. Of course, he put me in a poor family out in the middle of bum fuck, and then he gave me a brain that has about as much chance of living a normal life as a toad has of becoming a mercedes (Inever claimed to write great metaphors, alright?).

At eighteen, the bastard struck again. First he cursed me with alcoholism, thinking that would keep jesus away from me... he is always trying to change the future, but he is as trapped as us, I guess. That's what pisses him off the most... he lost the ability to be surprised or filled with wonder and all that kind of rainbow colored unicorn crap. Talk about a cynic. His little creatures just disappointed the hell out of him, of course. Not all animals -- he was quite pleased wih Kiwis.

Anyways, while I was in treatment for drinking, I met a girl whose mother introduced us . . . a pretty little princess who I ended up marrying, just two years before she had her coming out party as a lesbian. I could have saved the matrriage but that surgery was just a bit much. I like my penis. My penis is my freind and yours.


Yeah, that God, had to curse me for all eternity. The evidence is so clear. I mean, once I even walked in on him and Jesus when they were talking and overheard God say, "I think you should break up with him. He's trouble. Forsake him. Forsake him I say!! If you want, I can curse the hell out of him?"


That's when they noticed me and kind of stared down into their whisky glasses (of course they are drunks, we are made in their image, you know) and after a few minutes of quiet they changed the subject to sports or something.




Anyways, back to this curse....

At eighteen, the height of my sexual potency, he made my spine fall apart and a body caste my second skin for a year. Picture a long haired turle. By the time this little curse ended, I weighed a hundred and twenty pounds and needed narcotics so bad that I cried when I was taken off of them... that masochistic freak just loves my pain, too -- he has this whole Job rap about my suffering, but he can barely say his with a straight face.

After this, then the silly marriage... something remarkable happened.... I figured I must have gotten drunk and said a prayer or something, because he pretty much left me alone all through my late twenties and thirties. While I was going on my forever journey through college, I really thought I was finally getting somewhere... but, no . . . That God, he is smart, and so he waited until I was one class away from graduating, then he reached into my spine and crushed two vertebrates so badly that the nerves are constantly on fire. Now I am always, 24 7, in pain bad enough to make you puke. And the future holds more and more knives cutting into my flesh.

God has a very strange sense of humor based on tricking people. I once saw him kill three babies for a practical joke on the parents and the doctors. He laughed maniacally at that. The angels are no better. None of them really like humans. Our name, in their language, roughly translates into 'Those Who Excrete Shit All The Time.' They don't want people to know this, but hell, they're just going to have to deal.

I learned a lot when I was dating Jesus. Went to their house for dinner and all. Angels were serving us and one of them dropped a glass of water and jesus was all like, "You are going to hell for that, bitch. I hope you learn to like hot posers in your ass, for your sake."



I tried to intervene, "Hey, where's your forgiveness man? Didn't you ever work in the service industry?"



This made them both laugh. Then god said, "Jesus work? Yea, right... a long, haired peacenik work? Hell no. I asked him to give an extra fin to the puff fish, a light blue one, and he puts it off all fucking week, says he is 'dealing with sins and shit.''

Jesus raised his hands and goes, "It is done."

I guess that was all it took to make the fin,but afterwards jesus did look kind of exhausted. Hell, I bet he couldn't run around the block without divine intervention. He smoke 96 packs of cigarettes a day, and only lord knows how much weed -- he rolls these huge bombs and hangs out down by he pearly gates greeting stoners. People think he is being followed by a miraculous cloud, but no, that is just the weed and cigs. This is the kind of thing that made me fall for him, before I knew he was a lying war monger.

I am sure god is reading this over my shoulder -- jesus too. They have no boundaries when it comes to looking at other people and reading their thoughts. I think this is something they use in indecent ways that violate any little bit of privacy you think you have. I mean, Jesus was always using his x ray vision to check out hot bods (he swings both ways of course, and sometimes he would tell me the penis sizes of all the men walking by -- and it was true, the ones who dressed the best had the smallest peckers). He can always tell fake boobs though, and this is good because I hate the way those fake ones feel.




Some days I think it would be better to die than have to take all these pills and suffer all this pain. Who wouldn't? I am totally worthless as a human being. This is because I am crippled, mostly. I guess a lot of writers fight these darker ghosts. Everyone wakes up and wonders if the pain of another day is worth trudging through, and even writing this is whiny. But I wasn't kidding, god does hate me specically. I broke up with his son who is so 'perfect' and all. Well, fuck those deities. Fuck them with satan's long, hard one...







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