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.

Monday, May 30, 2005

review of the play, THE KENTUCKY CIRCLE

My Birthday weekend was made very special by M.'s good planning and time management skills. We went to a play, seven hours of drama... one could see it all in one day, or split it up, as we did, going both saturday and sunday and seeing two, three hour halves. The play won a pulitzer. The theater was small and the front row was within feet of the actors. I love that feeling. The story itself is from 92, and it shows. There was the deconstruction of the settler myths -- indian raping killers, the land grabbing after the civil war and by the mining companies, then the rise and fall into disrepair of the unions. The play spanned generations, and was supposed to be, according to one positive review, "attempting to do nothing less than tell the story of america." One could argue that the playwrite's vision was just a tad myopic for such granduer... were one a boof like me.There was, silly as it sounds coming from me, no love. Usually there is way too much love in drama for me -- the strictures of genre almost require a love interest, no matter how pasted into the picture it looks, and this particular subplot is usually the least interesting to me (at least since my adolescent horned-toadedness passed). No worries about too much mush in this Kentucky of the mind, though. Rapes of indians and slaves and kids impregnating whoever grows up closest, yes -- obligatory kisses? No. But there were good impulses admidst the craziness, and without them... history is incomplete.This kind of 'taking back that revisionist history' has already been taken back too many times for me to care too much. For me... of course, most of you boofs don't know half of what I do, and some of you are even too young to be expected to, so... ???The first half dealt with this take over by the whites of the america's, and then the wars fought to identify what laws we were going to live by, and on into the battles of the unions with the industrialists in the thirties and 1970's. The events were played out on the stage of a front porch of a ramshackle house on a kentucky mountain. The actor's were all actorly and playing for a stage -- all sweeping gestures and what would be seen in a movie as serious over acting... In fact, if I had to say there was something I would change about this thing, and of course, I do... which is my way of offering criticism that is not meant to imply that I know better, just think and feel differently --okay????I would have the actors do a lot more subtle acting. The small gestues that are the stuff of realism. Instead, this production was acted with the enthusiasm of a comedic musical. I believe director's are at the root of this kind of fake enthusiam for each and every word. Maybe I long to see realism where it isn't meant to be? I am a boof, and the dude who wrote the play knows a hell of a lot more about drama than me...M. and I both loved the show, though. I particularly liked all the gunshots. The guns were all those flintlocks like you saw on Danial Boone (who was a man, a big man, and in his early days he shot the porno's to prove it; i guess mike jackoffyourson owns the rights and only allows his very his closest inner circle of monekys to view them). BANG!!!A sign on the door going into the theater warned LIVE GUNSHOTS!!! I read those lovely words and was pretty damned happy I'm always armed and just wasted enough to use a gun. Of course, wet blanket M. did get kind of pissed when I pulled the smoking .38... when that first indian shot off an earsplintering blank. How was I to know, for sure, that those were blanks? I'm fucking glad M. grabbed my shooting arm or I would have had another manslaughter to buy off. Anyways, they still let us stay for the show, after our buddy who was in the show, Arch the Actor, vouched for us and promised to make sure I paid to get the hole in the stage fixed. Then they wanted me to check the gun... as you can imagine, that held up the production for a few minutes... finally they let me keep the .38 as long as the bullets were emptied out (you think I told him about my extra shells in my socks?).Anyways, to make a long story short... I loved the play, everyone should see it..


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...

how i responded to a blog asking the burning question: How Do You Get To Heaven?

I haven't baited any Christians in a long time, since they stopped coming to my sight all together or were converted to my sane, humanistic manner of thinking (praise Satan!!).
Today, I wandered over to write something in a forum I started, a theme or something, in the help forum, about what a blog is... I want to write more about this, maybe even give some talks, or even write a grant proposal to grab a few bucks for my efforts here (my friend Jason Pettus was awarded the first Chicago area grant for blogging, opening the way for the rest of us unknown wordsmiths to get a little weed money or hamsters or munchies or whatever the hell.


After writing my bit about blogs in the forum, which I hope will generate some discussion from all the excellent writers who are always clogging up the steps to this Elves Attic and taking a wordy piss on my site (I reluctantly admit that, like my Husky, I love a good whiff--so much can be learned...).

When I told M that I was going to leave an entry on a blog that asked the question:
HOW DO YOU GET TO HEAVEN?

She groaningly muttered from behind her book, ?Ohhh, Scott, you are just like Satan... I'm sure that you are writing something evil."

"Well, yea... I was kind to them, though. I didn't bring up the whole thing I want to do with the coliseums and the lions. I am telling you, in the weeks after I take power, I will throw celebrations where the people can actually see Christians thrown to the lions. This way, they will love me no matter how brutal I have to be while consolidating my power. I don't expect there to be a wombat alive when this is over, though the zoos will be less for it. This worked for the Roman Tyrants, and by god that is good enough for me."
"The Romans killed wombats?"
"Who wouldn't?"
"The Romans were not in Australia. You didn't write any of that?"
"No,no... I told you, my new strategy is to trick Christians into thinking I am tolerant, to get them to let their guards down, and then I am going to slowly deprogram them, by showing bits and bigger bits of the truths of the world. I know they can't handle much at a time without being scared off, so..."
"Okay, okay.... it's been a long weekend. I need a nap."
"Wait, I have to tell you the best part. I then went on to read the comments from other people, and they were all like, 'Oh, come on, get over this god infestation! Think, man, think!!' Reading one after another of these good minds telling the christo's to stop acting like asses, basically reminding them that they have been looking silly for hundreds of years and do more so every damn day, with each and every step we take closer to the truths of the universe...."
"Yes?"

"Well, it made me damn proud to be an American." For some reason, as I teared up and felt at one with all my non god fearing bro's and sis's, she just laughed and laughed....

ENOUGH REALITY BLOGGING:

here is how I responded to question of how I was going to attain an infinite life of luxury by following a bunch of silly rules?



Oh, come on, there isn't any heaven. Next thing you'll be saying the kids get streets of gold if they go off and die in combat with the Muslims.... no, wait, you fools already do say that.

I think your belief in god is a mask for your hatred of life, and your own impulses toward mammalian behavior, but what do I know... science is all, and you christo's are trying to throw that out too. What an exciting time to get brain washed for bush.... and I don't mean like adolescent boys get, either....

Have a wonderful day, really.... nothing personal. I am usually kind to those infected with mental viruses like this. Really.

The founder of Burn Your Bible Day, May 29th, John Pain

DISCLAIMER FROM THE SMALL PART OF MY MIND CLINGING TO CRUMBS OF SANITY AND DECORUM:

Hey, duder's, if religion is the only opiate you can afford or handle (snicker, snicker), than who am I to judge? Really. I have nothing against people who have contracted the religious virus due to an infected childhood domicile.

Like the t shirt's I will soon be making read:

HEY, I DON'T HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE INFLICTED WITH THE DISEASE OF RELIGION. I'M NOT A MONSTER...AT LEAST NOT THAT KIND. NO, I MERELY HATE THE DISEASE!!!