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.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

THE TELLING SCENT OF URINE.

A Tale of Dog Walking In The Big City...

The gorgeous husky, with her perfect markings and apparently smiling white face with sky blue eyes, makes about 30 % of the people we pass smile. The neighborhood is about populate enough that you may or may not walk a couple blocks without meeting anyone. So, saying hello to everyone isn't a problem, like downtown, where people are passing by in mass, and where only a psycho would try to say hello to everyone (for the sake of the honesty that this blog might as well have, if it is to have any meaning at all, I might as well write that yes, I did get drunk and try this, but it was out of love, man... ). Today, I was out with her and we passed this corner where someone was just gardening the hell out of their little patch of earth. Flowers color co-ordinated, stunning... Ruby happily pulls me over to the flowers and shoves her nose into a yellow rose glistening with large, glittering drops of morning dew. A hot youngster all in black with a red baseball cap passes by and laughs, tells me, "I can't believe that dog loves smelling flowers so much. That is so cool."

Naturally smooth dude that I am, I unconsciously caught myself having the impulse to flirt with the girl. After a split second of reflection, I allowed myself the digression, merely for the benefit of the young child's ego, of course, because and let me just state this once more in writing, I will never break the sanctity of my commitment to the woman who pays the bills... That doesn't sound right. I'll have to remember to rewrite this before I put it on the blog, change it to something about my lovely M. Or something.

Anyways, back to my chance encounter with this model level hotster this morning on the street corner, beside the flowers. Once I was in seductive mode, nothing could have stopped me from being charming I suppose. She had just commented on how the dog loved smelling flowers, so I decided to respond, in a confident and somewhat scholarly voice, telling the creamy lass, "No, she is not actually smelling the flowers. Indeed, she is after the wondrously rich scent of urine."

I was about to add how much Ruby could decipher from the scent of urine, but the girl must have been really, really dum or something because she looked at me like I had said something rude, or weird or something, and then just walked off...

That's all.



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