tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18466897858778070532024-02-06T22:14:22.040-08:00the religious psycho killer's shit listThe tales of Johnny Pain... artist, slap stick serial killer, lover of many a woman and a few men... writing comedy for your pleasure and pain. To hear podcastes of our old radio show peace and pipedreams...google it.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-38191256433958900102010-05-15T07:15:00.001-07:002010-05-15T07:18:15.125-07:00LET'S CONVINCE JOHNATHON JACKSON TO RUN FOR THE MAYOR OF CHICAGO<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px;"></span><br />
<h1 class="page-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 2.75em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">LET'S CONVINCE JOHNATHON JACKSON TO RUN FOR THE MAYOR OF CHICAGO</span></h1><div id="background-text" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img class="photo" src="http://change-production.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/4/mh/jy/DVMHJyMKNlZnLuu-250.jpg?1273930265" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(236, 236, 236); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(241, 241, 241); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(236, 236, 236); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-color: rgb(250, 250, 250); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; display: block; float: left; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px; vertical-align: baseline;" /><br />
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outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Targeting:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> Johnathon Jackson (Rainbow Push)</span></div><div class="author" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Started by:</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"> </span><a class="light" href="http://www.change.org/profile/view/854799" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">John Scott Ridgway</span></a></div></div><div class="summary" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; 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He is a Finance Major who knows more about the crises we are in than any expert you talk to. In 2012, the same balloon payments that bankrupted the middle class and stole their houses, is going to come due for Commercial Loans. They cannot meet the balloon payments anymore than the housing community could. Thousands of businesses are supposed to tank. Johnathon is the man we are going to need to survive this -- Daley and his cronies will just figure out a way to make a few bucks off of this, or sell off the sidewalks to a private concern, or.... well, we all know how they operate. I urge you to watch Operation Rainbow Push on Saturday mornings at 10am on their site, live, or on television. Johnathon's astute lectures will convince you I am right.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">For too long, the racists have hated the Jacksons', and many in the black community do not think they are radical enough... well, Johnathon is radical enough to make some serious changes. The hundreds of children killed in our city every year -- more this year than the soldiers who died in Afganistan and Iraq combined, would have the Marines going door to door if this happened in a white hood. I know only an afra-american mayor will take this as seriously as it should be. The national guards should have been brought in, if for no other reason than to show the kids that their society cares.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">So, please, sign the petition and help Chicago move away from the Machine. AND add a message for Johnathon. To learn about his astute mind and sweeping heart and fire, watch him at 10am central time on Rainbow Push. They are on their website, local tv channels, etc... You will hear a professorial explanation of current history spoken in the words of a dynamic poet, and probably the best band in Chicago. Going down to the actual event on 51st is like seeing Martin Luther King with a great soundtrack. </span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 1.1em; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.4; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.change.org/petitions/view/lets_convince_johnathon_jackson_to_run_for_the_mayor_of_chicago"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">http://www.change.org/petitions/view/lets_convince_johnathon_jackson_to_run_for_the_mayor_of_chicago</span></a>scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-15460963960307064332009-06-02T10:34:00.001-07:002009-06-02T10:34:25.943-07:00CHICAGO LOSES 5 million a year to corruption....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div>This from a study of local corruption by UIC's political science department. The belt strapping that I told you was going to finally force people to clean out politics is here, and paying a 500 million dollar a year price to keep Daly and his corrupt Machine in power is a luxury that we can no longer afford.</div><div><br /></div><div>500 million. I guess he could give the cops their raise if he was not corrupt. Interesting Irony there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today, we are hearing that his nephew joins his son in being exposed as sleazily making his way through life with his criminal connections to the Machine. This time, the Daly faction took money out of retirement accounts and spent it wildly, losing millions... makes me think that 500 million figure is low balling -- especially when you consider the sale of the cities parking meters for a price that was much lower than it would have been if Daly insiders had not set themselves with a sweethear deal.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>DALY IS SELLING PUBLIC PROPERTY BEHIND OUR BACKS, BECAUSE HE CONSIDERS THE CITY HIS PROPERTY. HE THINKS HE OWNS THIS TOWN. TIME TO SHOW DALY THAT WE OWN HIM. AS WE DO ALL POLITICIANS...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>PEOPLE ARE BUYING THE PUBLIC'S PROPERTY, BUT DALY THINKS THAT IT IS HIS... The city has already been shown to be losing money on the deal with the parking meters -- they could have been sold for a lot more, but Daly wanted to keep the issue from being discussed by anyone before he shoved it down our throats. If he was serving the Public, he would have wanted a discussion of what he was doing, so he could get the best intelligence possible together to make a decision.</div><div><br /></div><div>That kind of logical, round table logic bounces off dictators. Daly is as close to a king as this country has seen. Runs Chicago like a fiefdom. Since this is a Democratic terroritory in the states, his power base has proven vital in national politics. His power is our power, we think... if he is a little corrupt, oh well... he inherited that mess and had to deal with it best he could.</div><div><br /></div><div>We forget that we pay for his standing army. Pay in getting officials in city positions that they are not qualified for. Pay in losing the representation that would be ours if the Alderman were not afraid to piss off Daly. We need a Mayor who you can hate or love without fear that you will not get what you want from the city unless you go along with da king.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As we continue our study of public corruption, we have discovered that our</div><div>original findings underestimated the level of corruption in recent years. We now know</div><div>that more than 1500 individuals have been convicted of myriad forms of public</div><div>corruption since 1970. Based upon the testimony before the Illinois Reform Commission</div><div>and our own research, we now believe that the cost of corruption, or “corruption tax,” for</div><div>the Chicago and Illinois taxpayer is at least $500 million a year. This is based upon</div><div>testimony before the commission that about 5% of state government contracts are given</div><div>out to political cronies and campaign contributors and on our own tallies of the costs of</div><div>the major scandals over the last four decades.</div><div>In our last report we provided a detailed analysis of the 30 aldermen and former</div><div>aldermen convicted of public corruption since 1970. In this report we describe some of</div><div>the major scandals of the last four decades, a timeline of more than 375 convicted</div><div>individuals at all levels of government, and a further analysis of some of the costs of</div><div>corruption which have caused us to revise our estimate of the corruption tax. The details</div><div>of these scandals and their costs are included in the appendices of this report.</div><div>Our research on all aspects of corruption is continuing. But we provide this</div><div>update to support the report of the Illinois Reform Commission and to contribute to the</div><div>ongoing debate in the state legislature. Only comprehensive reforms can lessen the level</div><div>of corruption in Chicago and Illinois, currently the capitals of corruption in the United</div><div>States.</div><div>Given the high cost of corruption, we cannot hope to adopt a prudent city, county,</div><div>or state budget without reform. Otherwise we will continue to pay too much for</div><div>government services; we will keep honest businesses from locating here; and we will</div><div>slow economic recovery from the current recession. Citizens will continue to distrust</div><div>government at all levels and consider tax increases unfair.</div><div>Here are a few examples of some of the costs of co</div></div></span>scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-34257523171094569002009-06-01T19:34:00.001-07:002009-06-02T11:19:50.683-07:00DALY TOOK A CRITICAL ENTRY OFF MY WAKING UP JESUS SITE.. BRING IT ON, ASSHOLE<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>THIS ENTRY WAS ORIGINALLY written for my Waking Up Jesus site, and is written in the character of the Christ.... http"//wakingupjesus.blogspot.com </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I just discovered that someone took a post down from this blog. One that was critical of Mayor Daly. The first of two I wrote just before my computer mysteriously could no longer access my internet account. When I called to tell Comcast the problem, they snottily told me that the problem was with my computer, and not theirs. Nothing showed that to be true on my end. I was suspicious at the timing, since I have been knocked off line before by the government and the other forces that oppose me. After writing this critical article, I saw people protesting downtown that Daly needed to be removed, and the two newspapers in town started a clean government campaign.</div><div><br /></div><div>I forget sometimes that my words are so potent. They make an enemy of me at their own peril. The Daly administration is now on my list of entractable powers that need to be kicked the hell out of politics.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do not care how strong they think they are... a simple, unending litany of the sins of this administration should be enough to drive the king con out of power.</div><div><br /></div><div>The audacity of these people is matched only by their short sightedness; this is a system of law we live in that despite its faults, is ever-evolving. And we are evolving toward fairness -- the more people who demand it, the sooner it happens. The inter-net generation is not going to fall for the usual scams, simply because they will access to a diverse set of opinions to take their own from.</div><div><br /></div><div>And people will look for other people to treat them fairly, and will act adversly to those who do not. Daly has set about launching a hell of a lot of unfair agreements with developers and god knows who else -- the most recent being the selling off of the parking meters in Chicago to an inside group for a huge discount that would not have survived being played out in the free market. He hid what he was doing until the lastt minute, then shoved it through.</div><div><br /></div><div>He needs secrecy to survive. He can blow off all the reporters he wants at press conferences, but he cannot so easily blow off the voters.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Democrats have to be ready to replace him with someone who is nationally known, and respected. Jessie or Johnathon Jackson should take a stab at the fat round baffoon. Sooner or later, someone is going to knock him out of power.., and since he has decided to fight me, you should expect this to be sooner rather than later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cleaning up the world has been my concern. Now I AM ready to put a razor focus on this Criminal. He rose from a family that bestows rights without qualifications. Think about that. Chicago politics, for most of their existence, have been run by people who looked at their core constituents as people who they had bought with jobs. You do not necessarily get the best people when any chump off the street who likes to take the easy way out is hired. This is part of why they are always ending up in jail.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daly wants to come on my site and take down my criticism of him, ... that is a drum roll from their side that we at war. WITH A HEAVY HEART, I HAVE GATHERED MY WEAPONS FOR WAR AND RODE OUT TO MEET THE ONE WHO OPPRESSORS MYPEOPLE.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am always sad to see someone is my enemy, though I knew as much when he double dealed with the cops on their raise. Chicago cops have a hellish job at times. They have made a lot of mistakes, as humans do, but like soldiers, they deserve every forgiveness for cracking under the pressure of protecting the public -- that is a natural reaction to having to do shit people would otherwise prefer to avoid all to hell. I do not want to romanticize cops. TV does that enough. Still, they deserve some respect for putting their lives on the line to protect society from predators. I am not saying they should be let off for crimes -- indeed, they should prosecuted to the full extent off the law, because part of your oath as a cop is to the law. When they break the law, they are no longer a cop. They may have the badge, etc... but then they are just another enemy of the people. Like Burge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Torture is in right now in the highest rooms of this country, and in a lot of countries getting beat up by the cops and tortured into a confession is routine. I can understand the impulse. I also know that I would never give in to it. I have left JOBS where they asked me tell lies -- because I will lie for my own purposes, like everyone does, but when I am asked to lie for someone else, I am entering a conspiracy to protect another from what is obviously going to be criminal behavior, and that is uncompatible with most of my ethics (God knows I break unfair laws, but stealing from people, etc... is beyond my moral understanding -- I could not live with myself when I am acting immoral. My depressive side takes over. This is why I gave up the drinking.).</div><div><br /></div><div>I need people like cops more than I need a Daly. I have a vast capacity to rally people, unprecedented in human history... which is exactly what has been prepared for the RETURN OF CHRIST. Like the people who immediatly left office when I wrote a poem about how the mighty will fall before this Christ.... Daly would be better off planning on getting out at his next attempt at re-election, though I suspect he is like Cheney, and will defy the people's rights to a choice in what their politicians do until the very end... when he learns that the people usually get what they want in the end, simply because there are more of them and time and society tend to work like that, or there never would have been such a thing as Democracy, and the entire world would by now be run by one king, who if he were a Hitler, would gas his enemies. Or a Cheney, who would send out his hit squad.</div><div><br /></div><div>Daly is the face on a vast conspiracy of crime that has invaded politics and found a welcome home in a club that only the vastly wealthy or influential can even enter. Politics in this city has become a means of passing along a corrupt dynasty. We should be better people than this... we can be. The choice truly is ours, not Daly's..</div><div><br /></div><div>Bring it on Dick, I will defeat you and take your soul to Hell. Ready to take the great gamble?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-11936480840761463542009-05-27T11:51:00.000-07:002009-05-27T12:28:32.859-07:00Johnny Pain Mocks Again!!!!!!!!!!THE STATE OF COMEDY IN THESE UNITED STATES<br /><br /><br />This essay is seeking to show that a very real line can be shown between what is used in the comedy in a society, and that which is discussed. As was shown during the media alignment that sparked the Obama Shift.<br /><br />A media is the most powerful tool presently in existence. More people can be manipulated at once than ever before. As mankind hurdles toward his inevitable end, there are a few concerns that most share. Pure common sense says that most people want to make a living... when making a living in comedy requires avoiding politics, the price is just too high. We can pretend that we are not doing something political, but that is like pretending an affair will not effect a marriage; our comedy is going to add or subtract from the problems of the world. There is a lot to criticize about the movies, especially. I hate the big blockbusters that suck up enough money to shoot <br /><br />I saw a debate on the topic of whether or not good comedy needed to be a political weapon. Almost twenty years ago, when I was studying Improv. There were quite a few famous people there from the Annoyance Theater, Second City, Saturday Night Live, etc... legends in the comedy business. I was there as a student of David Sheperd, who looked at improv as the ultimate weapon of the working man, a way to subvert the easily digested myths in the newspapers and confront people with what we are, and can be.... etc.... <br /><br />I found this debate to be more interesting as time passed. John Stewart notably went out to fight the good fight on his show, but a lot of politics has been played down by comedians. They were naturally worried about how to succeed in their career, and being didactic, supporting one side or the other, alienates fans. It is easy for me to sit here in Chicago and say that I never sold out. My stories though, are often less focused unraveling the news of the day, than mapping out my own unconscious mind.<br /><br />I used to be wrapped up in what philosophy I should espouse, to give a nice, cohesive paradigm for readers to make sense of my work with. I then realized, in college, that a writer's mentality itself was the source of his paradigm... and reading a few of someone's books will tell you where they are coming from. If they want that there. My politics are on my face, in my rages and loves, and in my stories. I cringe a little when I think about the kind of writer that I must conjour up in people's minds when they think of me.<br /><br /><br />The characters I have played in this grand charade are shadowy reflections of my beastly and saintly impulses. I have pissed off so many people. I am proud to have flashed a big fuck you in the face of the pompous, criminal and conservative. This is my comedy at it's base... taunting the powers that b., yelling at the king that he ain't such a big shit after-all. <br /><br />All this said, back to comedy... I want to write more, but my mindset is just so damn serious all the time that I barely let my hair down, so to speak. I am not saying that the seriousness of the times requires people to just fucking stop laughing. Comedy sometimes, to me, is doing enough just to make me laugh. In the end, I like comedy best when it makes me laugh and think. I prefer to let people know what I think at this point in my life, since I have a lot of people who show almost too much interest in what I write.<br /><br />If I did not believe that you are there<br />If I did not believe the world still awaits the words of change<br />If I did not believe the battle has just begun<br /><br />I would be able to easily throw myself into silly comedy<br />make em laugh until the cough up blood....scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-58565349472152115152008-10-26T05:44:00.000-07:002008-10-26T10:51:57.342-07:00THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLER;S SHIT LIST<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jz1cthlzuh3DPCskXy-Nb2IAz-5SakoKczrgxf-cd4BvcPC8kK6ne9HK0N8IGmv7ocQaj7MNbiBQEniq_iydrrgxE0_27hdH684Io1rTJejoesWrZx1eWCl8hN5Swm4yZfKqLxyUvkyG/s1600-h/dali+lamma.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 75px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7jz1cthlzuh3DPCskXy-Nb2IAz-5SakoKczrgxf-cd4BvcPC8kK6ne9HK0N8IGmv7ocQaj7MNbiBQEniq_iydrrgxE0_27hdH684Io1rTJejoesWrZx1eWCl8hN5Swm4yZfKqLxyUvkyG/s400/dali+lamma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261469959370520034" /></a><br />i HAVE FINALLY got the the rhythm of the books finally ready to spend today working on One War and psycho killer. The Collection of my work.<br /><br />I have been waiting for inspiration, which is a flaw I heard about the writer of Winesburg Ohio, which really is true to his inspirational moments. Bukowski drank for this, RImbaud started swilling wine at 12 after trying to join the french revolution, and getting raped all night by drunken soldiers. His perfect little life of a great education, riches and genius effected his entire life. I wrote a p0or manuscript about the poet appearing between classes.<br /><br />I have been taking little battle naps on the couch. Getting up and writing and painting whenever I can. I have the life artists kind of dream of. I do nothing but art, but I got this way by having seven back surgeries' I am either in pain . <br /><br />I cannot wait to start editing the footage. The dog raising the Kitten is cute as hell. I am writing a Johnny Pain script where he once more tries to teach Ruby, the loving husky to kill. I set it up like she is going to eat husky, <br /><br />We took a lot of monster footage at the party and will go down to Halsted in Bous lost soo . ON Halloween, in boys town, the gayest distinct in the city, has a parade and dress up all.... we are going to film that too.<br /><br />Among the projects I want to do is a site based on the different Chicago neighborhoods, and their bands, painters and poets regular folk, who are often the most trued hearted poets. <br /><br /><br />November fifth will be a big day. I am filming a band and a spoken word poetry --me amd a woman called cookie who also teacher of yoga and belly dancing; I am going to teach the elderly folk at the Peer House. I am doing it for free, because b they will the search options, and.... well, I am still putting together the class. If you have any suggestions I can use. I wrote how my family history of these monks and kings and arthur's round table. If the Hapsburgs has not changed their name to English and taken over... They only told me this when I was 30 something. I see my genes in the way that I always ready to fight for justice. Tonighton the train it was totaly filled. One guy, black and in his thirties, had his bag on a seat. I could see he was scaring everyone so I went up tpo him. Pointed at the bag and said I was going to sit there. He made no move to take his back pack off the seat, so I picked it up and tossed it is his lap. He got so so pissed, but he was was a bitch and I would have slapped him silly if he meade a fuss and I wanted him to. He barely moved to give me room, so I did the same to him, keeping my elbow in his ribs.... M. moved to the other side of the train, thinking there was going to be a a fight.<br /><br />Man, I have confronted so many gang bangers in my life. Once some kids knocked me off my bike with a pipe and I kicked their ass something good, and tortured one until he told me where they stashed my back by practically braking his arm. I also made mim find a lens he knocked off, pushing him down on his knees. I had already kicked the others ass easily so they stood back///<br /><br />Then walked up a tattooed, prison seasoned gang banger who was packing. he told the kids to give me back MY bike; they did, and I left. The tough guy stopped a few blocks away and sat there feeling the serotonin and my hatred for violence and I started crying. An officer stopped <br /><br />votes FOLKS... get Sen. Barrack Obama into the white house. I will never believe tha the Republicans did not steal this election. I will instigate all who follow me to hot the streets to take this country back. This will be Gore times One Million. We will fight them in the courts, the streets, the churches, the unions, and world wide (where Obama is wildly popular as a symbol of the States finally trying to get over the biggest mistake this experiment ever made -- slavery. As you might know, Thomas Paine is my hero. He lent his poetic and propaganda to get the revolution started, but when they went with Slavery, he turned against Washington, making hims suddenly upopulare). He died a drunken, broke man... at his funeral, only two unidentified black men were the only ones to attend. I feel like I was him in another life. Certainly I will not lend my literary talent to attack any religion, merely issues that are brought up by those religions.<br /><br />Like Hitchens, I fear the Taliban could destroy life as we know it. Women's hard f0ought fight for independence, the gay movements, the artists movements, philosophical and scientific. The Muslim people are known are the last people who would destroy history. They damned well invented science, and math, and etc... <br /><br />I want you to know, once again, that I am attacking the lack of liberty in your press. I write a blog called http://wakingupjesus.blogspot.com that explains how my philosophy, military intelligence, classes on cults and brain washing and History all come together when Christ returns. He is is disgusted with Machiavellian politics, neo cons pot laws, and the religions that turn people away from salvation based on homophobia, drug use, etc...<br /><br />No one is beyond salvation. I learned this in AA when I quit drinking after trying and trying and failing and ending up in hospitals... Talking out all my problems with my peers for almost twenty years taught me as much as the cab and school and mother and dad and teachers and lovers past and present...<br /><br /><br />I also got a commissioned painting set up a the party. The mom was at the party, and she was very cute in a lady bug costume. <br /><br />M. looked really hot too. I got her tjos sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssrrrrr9999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaascott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-469386682901412252008-10-23T20:25:00.000-07:002008-10-23T23:17:52.853-07:00The Velvet Room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76EXFWQ4xA29RZkRPxQGEexNkKE_BFga-EqDwU1-NKDaL84ETZNjqBG4dyfMXyaqYAemIfhA4-EHrERG6NET2Kgn9pTY0Bme7689s-1ZAZ26K275jaZ3zem3hv0GdYdF5URtTgJBf9w96/s1600-h/purple+me.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76EXFWQ4xA29RZkRPxQGEexNkKE_BFga-EqDwU1-NKDaL84ETZNjqBG4dyfMXyaqYAemIfhA4-EHrERG6NET2Kgn9pTY0Bme7689s-1ZAZ26K275jaZ3zem3hv0GdYdF5URtTgJBf9w96/s400/purple+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260600779882758274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitvoEJz8n-pl2SM1r2ju7pLZJvrznU-LPXVrRKN1wbxYwj2BaAwZE1jGePPphTapq9uaLZ_z5hwiK_R5enhe3c5MKmINyLpaf1aiK9dZoeoYSF46ULGpKeElMSP2DG16K3oDN88v9MQm9/s1600-h/destroyed+castle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjitvoEJz8n-pl2SM1r2ju7pLZJvrznU-LPXVrRKN1wbxYwj2BaAwZE1jGePPphTapq9uaLZ_z5hwiK_R5enhe3c5MKmINyLpaf1aiK9dZoeoYSF46ULGpKeElMSP2DG16K3oDN88v9MQm9/s400/destroyed+castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260600398864417154" /></a><br />I have been so obsessed with my enraged side after reading about the upcoming election, that I have failed to write some of the positive side of the Chicago.<br /><br />Last weekend we went to the near south side, to the Velvet Room; our purpose was to film a belly dancer for our show, but the evening turned into a lot more. The band was transcendent. Jazz played light and smooth, with a lot of different types of drumming, saxes, guitars... They call themselves The Magic Carpet Ride, and you understand when you hear how far from the world they take your mind.<br /><br />We met a woman down there named Cookie, who lived in LA for years and worked on some cbs shows. She also teaches yoga and belly dancing and acting. Very hot, late fifties maybe early sixties black woman with the body of a dancer. We agreed that I would come down to her show on November fifth and video tape the show, as well as read one of my poems for the show. We will probably highlight the best few minutes for most, and then offer the entire cd for the very interested.<br /><br />So, there is your chance to kill me. The velvet lounge, somewhere along the lines of 700 east 22nd, just down from China Town.<br /><br />No, it should be fun. At the last show, they had free ethiopian food of all varaities.<br /><br />I should also add that the atmosphere, from shaking the hand of the elderly jazz man who runs to club, to chatting to the musicians about how much talent was going to waste in Chicago, to meeting Cookie (who took us in as family).... this is a real jazz club in the old tradition.<br /><br />What else? Well, I have been slowly working on my books. Google has put up the first twenty pages of One War, which is cool, since it is basically finished, though I did add a better addition tonight of One War. The tough part is the religious psycho killers shit list, which has an addition five hundred and some pages. The collection is basically done....<br /><br />Oh, well... please keep trying to fuck with the shit heads, and nurture the seeds that you know are sane enough to sprout something worthy of the SON.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-9293947904757679062008-10-17T11:04:00.000-07:002008-10-17T11:10:35.372-07:00the bravest folk in the world; the greatest journalism you will read this year...I took this blog post from an excellent site, which has independent chinese bloggers writing. You will be so blown away by what these guys went through to get these stories -- they were beaten, and still refused to leave a secret prison where petitioners were being kept. They kept going back until they got her out. If this story does not inspire you to hit the streets and take some of the wealth back from the elite, as well as our shrinking human rights, then you are an enemy to my way of thinking (passively letting the black helicopters take your neighbors away is the american way... look at how we ignored what the Nazi's were doing to the jews... and remember they were being persecuted here quite a bit as well at the time; our high moral stance about helping the Jews is deserved, but came way too late.<br /><br />I was encouraged to hear Obama say that he at least wants to send some troops into Darfur, even if we stretched too thin by the Iraq war. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />China: Co-operation 2.0 on Beijing’s Black Jails<br />A small portrait of the translator<br />Friday, October 17th, 2008 @ 10:38 UTC<br />by Meng Zhang<br />Photos<br />This is a Photos post<br /><br />Countries:<br /> China<br />Topics:<br /> Freedom of Speech, Governance, Human Rights, Law, Media<br />Languages:<br /> Chinese, English<br /><br />Full Category List<br /><br /> * China<br /> * Chinese<br /> * East Asia<br /> * English<br /> * Feature<br /> * Freedom of Speech<br /> * Governance<br /> * Human Rights<br /> * Law<br /> * Media<br /> * Photos<br /> * Weblog<br /> * press<br /><br />Excerpt<br />In cooperation with citizen reporter Zhou Shuguang (Zola) and other two journalists Chen Er (Doubleaf) and Guo Jiannong, Xu Zhiyong, who firstly blogged Beijing’s black jails in the end of September, went to visit one of the unlawful prisons again on Monday, attacked by a group of thugs who were allegedly hired by the authorities.<br />Post-Thumbnail<br />http://globalvoicesonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/black_jail.jpg<br />copy this link<br />[see all categories]<br /><br />With the abolition of custody and repatriation (C&R) system in 2003, it seems the Chinese petitioners no longer have to worry about being detained as illegal residents when they leave for a strange city to petition a higher governmental institution. However, according to blogger Xu Zhiyong, a young professor of law and strong advocate for human rights, those supplicants are actually still being intercepted by the local officials from the way to the State Bureau for Letters and Calls, the Supreme People’s Court or other departments, and forcedly taken to some makeshift house of detention, being lock up without any legal process. As the places which confined the petitioners are always hidden among the ordinary buildings, people call them “Black Jails”.<br /><br />In cooperation with citizen reporter Zhou Shuguang (Zola) and other two journalists Chen Er (Doubleaf) and Guo Jiannong, Xu Zhiyong, who firstly blogged Beijing’s black jails in the end of September, went to visit one of the unlawful prisons again on Monday, attacked by a group of thugs who were allegedly hired by the authorities.<br /><br />Xu introduced the background of the operation in his blog:<br /><br /> 昨天接到一个短信,“我是河南马喜荣现在关在北京市虎坊路青年宾馆后院黑监狱里你能解救这里的二十多个人吗紧急求救”。我因为当时在上课,这两天又特别忙,就答应今天去。上午十一点多最后一次发短信确认她还在里面,决定下午四点过去。<br /><br /> 和周曙光约好,四点在青年宾馆见面,他还约了另外两个媒体的朋友。四点一刻,我们三个来到黑监狱门口,周曙光在远处拍摄。马喜荣来到窗口要求出来,看守不让出,一边和当地驻京办联系。我们在窗外和她聊天,她说是走在王府井大街上被警察盘问,查出了上访材料被带到派出所,然后被关押到这里。越来越多的上访者聚集到窗前,这时马喜荣被看守推到里面,听到她对看守大声说,我是一个合法公民,你是什么身份,凭什么阻拦我在这里?<br /> ……<br /><br />Yesterday I received an SMS, “This is Henan’s Ma Xirong, being confined with more than twenty people in the black jail behind the Youth Hotel on the Beijing Hufang road. Can you save us? Emergency!”. Because I was at class and tied up with my work at that moment, I promised to go there today. After the last SMS contact at about 11:00 am, making sure Ma was still there, I decided to start off at 4:00 pm.<br />.<br />I arranged with Zhou Shuguang and his two journalist friends to meet at the Youth Hotel. Three of us reached the door of black jail at 4:15 pm, leaving Zhou to shoot videos from a safe distance. Ma Xirong came to the window and asked to let her out, but the guard rejected her request while calling the Beijing Office of Henan Province. So she talked with us through the window, saying that she was questioned by the police while walking in Wangfujing Street. After finding her petition materials, the police arrested her and then locked her up in this place. When more and more petitioners assembled at the window, Ma Xirong was forced into the inner room by the guard and I could still hear she shouted, “I am a citizen. Who are you to stop me here?”<br />…<br /><br />Doubleaf, a well-known blogger in China, from his unique angle promptly blogged the situation at that time :<br /><br /> 许志永和郭建龙在黑监狱门口<br /><br />Xu Zhiyong and Guo Jianlong at the gate of black jail<br /><br /> 黑监狱所在巷子<br /><br />The alley where the black jail is located<br /><br /> ……<br /> 黑监狱实际上是一所名叫“温馨青年宾馆”的旅社,在天坛西面、陶然亭附近太平街一条很逼仄的巷子内,往来的人很少,只能容一辆车经过的地上积了许多落叶。从外面看,这座破旧的建筑和黑监狱没什么关系,但这里却关押了20多名被非法拘禁的访民,都是河南人。这座宾馆实际也是河南信访办租来,专门关押访民的地方。<br /><br /> 到了黑监狱门口后,郭建龙和许志永二人负责与里面沟通,我在边上察看动静。经过一番口舌后,我们想要的人终于出来,与我们隔着一扇防盗门进行了简短的对话。我们今天要的人是一名五十多岁的妇女,据说还没有来得及上访就被关了进来。<br /><br /> 后来,又有一位自称是家属、实际是截访人员的男子来到黑监狱门口敲门,但由于我们在的缘故,里面的人并没有立即给他开门。我们又与此人聊了一会,得知了一些情况。<br /><br /> 该男子等了20多分钟才进去,我们后来又与要找的人进行了简单的对话,我不停听到她说“不就是说几句话嘛”,可以推断当时里面的人极力阻止我们的对话。<br /><br /> 在此过程中,巷子的拐弯处、以及另外一头有3、4个彪形大汉远远张望,许志永说这就是黑监狱的打手。其中一名打手还抱着孩子经过。听zuola说,该打手称要“抱着孩子过来踹他们几脚”。然后,我们又与一名隔窗的女访民说了几句话,她自称是“自愿”到这里的。<br /><br /> 就这样过了一个多小时,大概5点20左右,一辆牌号为京MG8490的面包车开进巷子,下来3、4个大汉,骂骂咧咧的揪住郭建龙问是干嘛的。郭说接人,一名大汉很不耐烦的说“接谁接谁”。没几句话之后,几名大汉开始动手打人,我们赶紧叫几十米外的zuola跑。这时,开始监视我们的打手也陆续过来了,一共在6、7人左右。开始在巷子另外一头监视我们的操北京口音的胖子打许志永最狠,一边打还一边骂脏话,说“你丫不是律师嘛”。也许是因为刚来的时候主要是郭建龙和许志永与他们沟通、我基本不说话的缘故,他们没有打我,而我也有点吓蒙了,既没有逃跑,也没有动手反击,做了可耻的看客,连暴喝一声“住手”的勇气也没有。<br /><br /> 这帮打手边打边骂,还很嚣张的说,边上就是派出所,去报警啊。大约打了5分钟后,他们终于住手了,但我们并没有离开。这个时候,一名打手指着我说,他也是一起的。但是边上的几位打手并没有动手打我。<br /><br /> 整个过程中,许志永和郭建龙没有进行任何的还手。<br /><br /> 坚持了一会,大约17:45左右,我们要找的人终于在她家乡信访办官员的陪同下出来了。我赶紧和许志永、郭建龙一起往外走。在走到巷子拐弯处的时候,另外一名打人最狠的打手又冲出来,叫嚷着要开车把许志永撞死。许志永站在路中没动,我于是赶紧拉起他说人已经救出来了,我们快走吧。许志永对这帮打手说:我们还会再来的。<br /> ……<br /><br />…<br />The black jail is actually a hostel named “Cozy Youth Hotel”, west to the Temple of Heaven, in a small alley on Taiping Street near Taoranting Park, where very few people pass by. The path fully covered by fallen leaves is so narrow that only one car can fit in. Looked from the outside, this dilapidated building has nothing to relate to the black jails, although more than 20 petitioners, all from Henan, are illegally imprisoned here. In fact, the hostel is rented by the Office for Letters and Calls of Henan Province, used especially to lock up the petitioners.<br />.<br />At the door of black jail, Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong were responsible for communicating to the people inside while I was watching the outside circumstances. After a lengthy dispute, the person we wanted to meet finally came out, briefly talking with us behind a closed security door. The one we tried to save was a woman in her fifties, who was allegedly detained before getting a chance to petition.<br />.<br />Subsequently, an interception officer who pretended as a petitioner’s relative came to knock at the black jail’s door, but the guard inside didn’t let him in immediately because of our visit. We talked with him for a while, learning some information.<br />.<br />The man didn’t get in until 20 minutes later. Then we again had a short conversation with the person we wanted. I heard she was incessantly saying, “We are just talking”, which was assumed that someone inside was attempting to stop our dialog.<br />.<br />In the meantime, 3 or 4 strappers stared at us from the corner and the other side of the alley. Xu Zhiyong indicated they were the black jail’s thugs, one of which even passed us with a kid in his arms. According to Zola, that man had planned “holding the kid to kick them”. After that, we had a word with another female petitioner who professed to come here of “her own volition” through the window.<br />.<br />About one hour later, nearly 5:20 pm, a mini-bus with the license of “京 MG8490” drove into the alley, from which got off 3 or 4 big men. They abusively seized Guo Jianlong, asking why he was there. “To receive someone,” Guo replied. “Whom?! Whom?!” one of them impatiently shouted. Without surplus words, the big men started hitting us. We hastened to ask Zola staying tens of meters out run away. At the time, the thugs who watched us from the beginning came up one by one, about 6 or 7 in all. A fat guy of Beijing accent beat Xu Zhiyong the most brutally, while swearing, “You are the f*** lawyer, right?!” Maybe because it’s mainly Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong that negotiated with them just now and I almost kept silent, they didn’t punch me. Even though, I was still a little scared. Without running off or fighting back, I acted as a shameful onlooker. I even got no courage to yell “stoppage”.<br />.<br />“Go to the police station. It’s very close,” those thugs provocatively said, while hitting and cursing. About 5 minutes later, they stopped, but we didn’t leave. “He is one of them,” one of the thugs pointed at me, though no one lifted hands against my face.<br />.<br />During the entire process, Xu Zhiyong and Guo Jianlong didn’t strike back in any way.<br />.<br />Around 17:45, the woman we expected finally came out of the jail, accompanied with the officer from the Office for Letters and Calls of her hometown. So Xu Yongzhi, Guo Jianlong and I quickly moved out of the alley. As we arrived at the corner, another brutal thug rushed into the way, threatening to bump Xu to death by car. Since Xu continued standing on the way, I hurried to draw him aside, saying, “The person has been saved. Let’s get out of here.” Xu Zhiyong then said to the thugs: “We will be back. “<br />…<br /><br />Zola gave an outline of the whole thing and had more materials in his blog:<br /><br /> ……<br /> 10月13号,我中午在twitter上发消息,找人一起去看黑监狱,doubleaf正好休假,21世纪经济报道的郭建龙正好也有空,于是约了四点在青年宾馆见面。见面后分工是,我在路口把风并记录,他们三个人去门口要人。<br /><br /> 我于是在下图的B点的北京市六十二中学的门口远远地看着A点,他们三个人在A点交涉要人。<br /><br />…<br />At noon of October 13,I published information in twitter, seeking for people who wanted to go to the black jail together. Doubleaf was on vacation and Guo Jianlong working at the Economy Report of 21 Century was also free, so we decided to meet before Youth Hotel at 4:00 pm. The plan was I watched and recorded at the intersection while the other three men went to the door to ask for the petitioner.<br />.<br />The following map shows our positions that I watch A where the other three men negotiate with the guards to ask for the petitioner from B where the gate of Beijing No. 62 High School is located.<br /><br /> 从http://log.zuo.la/ 可以看到我的零碎记录,我们约是四点半开始,五点半结束。一个小时里,黑监狱的看守没有采取行动,到五点二十左右,京M G8790 的小面包车进来,下来四五个人,开始打人。打人的录音在这里,是郭建龙和许志永以挨打为代价换来的现场录音。欢迎下载收听.<br /> ……<br /><br />You may check my short records from http://log.zuo.la/. We started at about 4:00 pm and finished at 5:30 pm. During the one-hour operation, the guards of the black jail didn’t take action until about 5:20 pm. Four or three men jumped out of a mini-bus with a number of “京MG8790”, and began to attack us. Here is the audio record which is at the great expense of Guo Jianlong and Xu Zhiyong. Welcome to download.<br />…<br /><br /> 下图是当时打人的情况,我只拍到几秒种,隔得太远,不清晰。<br /><br />The following shot was taken when the conflict occurred. I only got a video for seconds in the distance, so it’s not clear enough.<br /><br /> 下图是刚到黑监狱的时候,郭建龙和陈二在打电话,许志永在敲门要人。<br /><br />The following picture was taken as we just reached the black jail. Guo Jianlong and Chen Er are talking on cell phones while Xu Zhiyong is knocking at the door.<br /><br /><<br /><br />blockquote>我自拍,我的西面是六十二中学的校门,北面是许志永他们在要人,东面是青年宾馆的侧门,有几个打手在那里,我身后是南面,也有两个人站在那里,身份不明。<br />This is my self-shot. To my west is the gate of No. 62 High School, the north is Xu Zhiyong group, the east is the side door of the Youth Hotel, where several thugs are gathered, and to my south also stands two men, who are unidentified.<br /><br /> 下图是朝东面拍的,三个男人里有一个是抱了小孩的,三个男人是打手,骑单车买来啤酒,喝酒后打人的那个没拍到,那个人是最凶的,还掐许志永的脖子,把许志永的衬衫钮扣都揪掉一个。<br /><br />The following picture was taken from the east. The three men are thugs, one of which holds a kid. I didn’t catch the most brutal men who rode bike to buy bears and then got drunk. He ripped off a button from Xu Yongzhi’s shirt while throttled Xu’s neck.<br /><br /> 下图的黑荚克曾对棕荚克说:“过去,踹上两脚”<br /><br />In the following picture, the black jacket says to the brown jacket, “Go and kick their ass.”<br /><br /> 下面是10月5号去黑监狱的照片,从这次打人来看,后面的京M G8790 是黑监狱的车.<br /><br />The following picture was taken during the visit to black jail on October 5. According to the conflict this time, the car of “京 MG8970” behind must belong to the black jail.<br /><br />Besides the four men’s admirable courage and omni-directional blogging afterwards, another stunning knockout of the black jail operation is Doubleaf and Zola’s live report on the event by Twitter, which, as Isaac Mao commented, “has showed the social media’s potential routes of transmission and power.”<br />Posted by Meng Zhang<br />Print Version Print Version<br /><br />Share This Share this article<br />Share this article with social bookmarking<br /><br /> * del.icio.us<br /> * Digg<br /> * Facebook<br /> * StumbleUpon<br /> * Google Bookmarks<br /> * Technorati<br /> * reddit<br /><br />email Send this by E-mail<br />E-mail It<br /><br /> * Recipient's Address:<br /> * Your Name:<br /> * Your Address:<br /> *<br /><br />No Responses to<br />“China: Co-operation 2.0 on Beijing’s Black Jails”<br /><br /> 1.<br /> October 17th, 2008 at 17:58 pm<br /> John Scott Ridgway:<br /><br /> Your comment is awaiting moderation: Please be patient, we moderate all comments by hand, so it may take some time.<br /> 1<br /><br /> I am honored to contact such courageous souls. You are very inspiriting. To be actually attacked by thugs, and continue your journalistic work makes me proud to be alive. Your inspiration is sorely needed here in the States, where our government’s passively ignoring the needs of the poor and disenfranchised and the veterans, while catering to the greed of the top few percent who hold 90 percent of The United States wealth, has driven us to the brink of falling apart. Americans have for way too long looked to China as an enemy, rather than an inspiration. I find much of your government to be the most logical form of government, and with youth like you I am sure your problems with human rights will be worked out.<br /><br /> If I can ever be assistance to any of you, I am a blogger, novelist, tv writer and a film-maker, as well as a radio show host… and a military intelligence major from a famous military family; the history of my families heriocs are recorded back to the early three hundreds… I am sure that one day, your ancestors, will look on all of you with the same pride I do my own; this is one writer who will never forget the lesson of this entry.<br /><br /> I am placing it on my well read blogs, along with an address to this site.<br /><br /> Thank you again; God bless.<br /><br /> John Scott Ridgway<br /><br /> johnnyapain@gmail<br /><br /> We live in the proud traditions of our forefathers, yet must bring the new knowledge of the sciences to the ruling classes, whereever they are.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-12269617311435333342008-10-14T19:23:00.001-07:002008-10-14T19:23:45.575-07:00people used to think I was crazy when I told them I was being bugged. That military intelligence training don't lie, buddyNSA Caught Spying on Our Own Military<br /> <br /> Inbox X <br /> <br />Reply to all<br />Forward<br />Reply by chat<br />Filter messages like this<br />Print<br />Add to Contacts list<br />Delete this message<br />Report phishing<br />Report not phishing<br />Show original<br />Show in fixed width font<br />Show in variable width font<br />Message text garbled?<br />Why is this spam/nonspam?<br />Anthony D. Romero, ACLU<br /> to me<br /> <br />show details 8:47 AM (12 hours ago)<br /> <br /> <br />Reply<br /> <br /> <br />Images are not displayed.<br />Display images below - Always display images from Executive_Director@aclu.org<br /><br /> We are Constitution Voters <br /> <br /><br /><br />It’s time...<br /><br />...candidates talk<br />about warrantless NSA spying on innocent Americans, including military personnel<br />and international<br />relief workers.<br /><br />Email debate moderator Bob Schieffer, and tell him to ask the candidates about warrantless NSA spying on innocent Americans, including military personnel and international relief workers.<br /> <br /><br />Dear ACLU Supporter,<br /><br />Tomorrow night, at the last debate, one thing we can be sure of is that Barack Obama and John McCain will go out of their way to tell us how much they respect America's fighting men and women. There's a simple test that moderator Bob Schieffer can use to see if they mean it.<br /><br />He can ask them how and when they plan to put an end to our government's ineffective and unnecessary spying on the personal phone calls of innocent Americans, including the phone calls of military personnel serving far away from home.<br /><br />Late last week, two whistle-blowers -- former National Security Agency (NSA) military intercept operators -- the people who actually listen in on phone calls -- revealed that hundreds of innocent Americans, including soldiers and humanitarian workers for the Red Cross and Doctors Without Borders, were routinely and intentionally eavesdropped on.<br /><br />It's hard to think of a more insulting way to disrespect those serving our nation and the world overseas than intruding on their personal, sometimes intimate, phone calls back home.<br /><br />Email Bob Schieffer, and tell him to ask the candidates about warrantless NSA spying on innocent Americans, including military personnel and international relief workers. (Clicking on this link will open up a new window in your browser.)<br /><br />Anyone vying to be our next Commander in Chief should have a ready answer. The only way to stop this reckless spying is to make sure the NSA does not have unchecked spying power. That is why the ACLU is challenging the FISA Amendments Act with our Amnesty International v. McConnell lawsuit brought on behalf of an impressive array of journalists, human rights organizations and lawyers.<br /><br />This misguided law -- rushed through a timid pre-election Congress -- gives the government nearly unfettered access to the international phone calls of Americans without any meaningful judicial oversight. Such unchecked and unaccountable power is an outrage and essentially authorizes mass, suspicionless, warrantless spying -- exactly what the ACLU has been fighting to undo since the Bush administration began its illegal warrantless spying program in 2005. Last week’s revelations about NSA spying on our troops and international relief workers makes painfully clear that our government has run amok, spying on innocent Americans while claiming to be spying only on suspected terrorists.<br /><br />The American people deserve to know whether our next President is committed to bring out-of-control eavesdropping to an end.<br /><br />Send a message to Mr. Schieffer.<br /><br />The men and women serving in the military make so many sacrifices for our country. They leave home for months -- even years -- at a time. They put themselves in harm's way, and some of them never return home at all. It is unconscionable that our government has turned their most intimate phone calls into fodder for the amusement of NSA spies.<br /><br />That's exactly what's happened according to the NSA whistle-blowers' reports. Tomorrow night, Bob Schieffer can ask a simple question and let the candidates tell the American public exactly how they are planning on bringing out-of-control government spying to an end.<br /><br />Please send a message to Mr. Schieffer today.<br /><br />The ACLU is leading the fight to stop out-of-control eavesdropping, and we will not yield until we bring this reckless spying to an end. Please stand with us today.<br /><br />In defense of freedom,<br />Anthony D. Romero<br />Anthony D. Romero<br />Executive Director<br />ACLU<br /><br />P.S. The debate happens tomorrow night. Help to ensure Bob Schieffer asks about this critical issue. Please pass this along to five friends, and take time to send Mr. Schieffer a message right away.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-44681724540424875352008-10-14T10:22:00.000-07:002008-10-14T10:23:13.062-07:00present files you can uplaod from the below link...Johnnyapain's uploaded files<br />14 Oct '08 Bogin Bush vote foe me in 2008 all your dead relatives did<br />14 Oct '08 Moonbong and Woodstock go to the Movies<br />14 Oct '08 010108-part3<br />14 Oct '08 Agent 00N 1<br />14 Oct '08 Moon Wood Gerbong song 4<br />14 Oct '08 2 MoonWood Pains Diary Entry Lush R<br />14 Oct '08 PP ID Johnny Pain<br />14 Oct '08 Breaking Bucky out of treatment<br />14 Oct '08 Moon Bong and Hitler<br />14 Oct '08 3 MoonWood Pain Lush Attack Paris Hiltons<br />14 Oct '08 Contact us Moon and Wood<br />14 Oct '08 Car crash is moms house<br />14 Oct '08 Moonbong and Woodstock Head of Black Water<br />14 Oct '08 Mr. Moon Bong song<br />14 Oct '08 Boggin Bush Secret Documents Sex w Satan<br />14 Oct '08 Tuff Cunt Clinton Lush Rimbaugh<br />14 Oct '08 Call us Drive By<br />14 Oct '08 Buy Moon Bong Water Now<br />14 Oct '08 Dinner Woodstock<br />14 Oct '08 peace and pipdreams pt 2<br />14 Oct '08 Brownie Baking<br />14 Oct '08 the peace and pipedream show<br />14 Oct '08 Boggin Bush Colorin Book Law of his<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-83936083583493864282008-10-13T08:01:00.001-07:002008-10-13T08:01:23.385-07:00TOMMY SMOTHERS is dangerously IGNORANTi AM STILL PISSED about that crackle headed idiot calling people who think they can war their war to peace ignorant. Of course he was talking to me. He needs to read a little history. i LOVE BEING CALLED AN IDIOT BY PEOPLE WHO I COULD ARGUE OUT OF EXISTENCE IN A HALF AN HOUR. I Went to college for at least ten years longer than he did(AT LEAST), and studied under people in the real world, didn't sit around listening to a bunch of stoned synchophents lapping sweat off my balls and calling me a legend because the gov knocked off my show.<br /><br />He was funny once. Then a genocide came along and mocked his hippie rhetoric. Boo him at all costs, and squirt him with red kool aide so he can feel a little of the metaphorical blood those peaceniks are spilling in Darfur, afganistan and pakistan as we speak. You kill the terrorists, save the peaceful. He needs to read his history, because Peace is only bought with war. If he can show me one place where the opposite happened, I will let him lick my feet (after I walk in some dog shit... he likes that taste of shit in his mouth so well, obviously).scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-34507254558224050042008-10-12T19:17:00.000-07:002008-10-12T19:23:38.577-07:00Will The Streets Explode If Barrack Loses????I am not sure that anyone trusts the republican's anymore on the issue of stealing elections. A lot of folk, especially the radical ones of the sorts I am now writing, will think the election was stolen if McCain wins. I won't.<br /><br />I do mean this as some kind of personal threat on my part. I will be profoundly disappointed in McCain wins, and I will spend a week praying that people were changed anyways. However, others are going to start some shit. If it came down to fighting to put Barrack in power if the election was indeed stolen, then I will throw my stones as legally as possible. I will also start scheming and dreaming and using everybit of magic I can gather to exact my revenge on everyone who helped the neo cons pull off another scam.<br /><br />Global warming is a republican problem. They caused it with their oil and greed. We have to stop it. We have no choice. By any means necessary. I bought a button with malcom holding a machine gun and reading just these words over his head. This is the one you see me wearing at operation push. Jessie wrote on the paper I slipped him for an autograph, Peace. I hope he is right.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-87261817573235131822008-10-11T04:13:00.000-07:002008-10-11T04:14:43.001-07:00I'm back and all the news is good....First off, let me thank the almost half a million people who have come in and read my various blogs during this period off. Mostly this happened because the computer I bought was a dud. Now, we have two computers, the internet bill is paid, and so fucking much has happpened.<br /><br />Okay, first off, LULU has offered to give me the premium package the usually charge 500 for in exchange for being my publishers. This is a life long deal. So now, for the first time, I will be in bookstores and on Amazon dot com and etc....<br /><br />So far, I have been putting the books up on the blogs, and there has been a certain transition needed to make a book. The only demands LULU hmade on me was that I put ina bio page, and use the universal isbm number needed for sales.<br /><br />I cannot wait to see the new editions, which will be out in november. I am proud of these books, and have certainly been working my ass.<br /><br /><br />During my period away from the computer, I have been oil painting, and setting up a studio with my new partner. He is a master carpenter, professional photographer, and he is not only buildihg us octagonal sets, but he has he tons of toys we can use for the characters. See, we are going to shoot like a hundred of my movies. I will do a lot of these with puppets that I am making out of art dolls. I basically come up with weird faces.... we are working on getting a computer animator to work with us eventually, but for now since we have all these toys we have to palay with them. I am talking submarines we can use in the lake, little helicopters, hundreds of robots... so many robots... <br /><br /><br />I also have mp3's of most of the peace and pipe dream shows, the internet radio program we did last year, before we all got sick of the lies of the owner. He promised to shoot all my films, let us broadcast from in front of a green screen, etc... and then he had just about enough money to put us on the air twice a week. The emphasis on weed heads brought us a lot of holywood interest.... I was honored to get criticism from Robin Williams, find out Tommy Chong was laughing along. When we had live audiences the were guffawing. Jimmy and Susanne, the highly talented folk I did the show with, want to keep the Haze family alive in films, so I will write a few of them... they have a lot of fans,.<br /><br />I have also finally been decoratingour apartment. We took such a move down this tim e tha I had not even bothered to put up <br /><br />I found a tiny gray kitten a few weeks ago. Little thing cried out to me, and then immediatly ran in front of a passing car. the dude slammed on his breaks. Feeling like the world was a bit too cruel for my tastes, I knelt down... and of course out runs this great looking grey kitten. I held him to my chest and he began putting like a drum... the driver was all like, I'll drive it down to the pound... where they would have cut his balls off at four weeks ( usually it is six months) and he stood a chance of getting killed. Which he would have, I later figured out,, because between being this sweet kitty who loves to be kissed, to a basically demonic force attacking everything from the leather couch to a ball of Ruby dog hair on the floor.<br /><br />The most amazing part of this has Been Ruby's reaction. She immediatly began mothering the kitten. She cleaned it and and started freaking out if other dogs got close to Dash ( she just ran between the kitty and dog when dash, who is certain moods, like I said, is just attaclomg everything possible, as he deals with being filled with that pure kitten joy. Watching this husky, who basically looks like a wolf and is all teeth and cool blue eyes ( she scares the hell out of people, basically, which is part of why no one messes with M. when she is walking Runy), gently playing with the kitty, mouthing (taking paws, heads, torsos, etc... in her moth and biting just enough to hold Dash down with out hurting hims.<br /><br />We recently bough a lot of cameras, since we are doing the animation in a, and I hate to make this comparison because our content will be very different... nut like Robot Chicken.<br /><br />I am excited about writing the thank yous and acknowledge e ts in my books. I am trhying to make it funny,because I generally skip this shit until the end of the book, than if I really like the author, of course I am hungry for anything about them.<br /><br />The Jesus aspect of my life has been on the down low, thogh on Saturdays that will chang ea bit when I join operation push. Rev. Jackson's son, the spokesperson for operation push, studied finance and i have found his explanations ot the crises with the the mortgages the most easily understood, and outraging. They speak for the the little guy there, and want a package that will save the homeowners, as wel as the damned backs. My brother lost his house because of this shit. another friend of mine worked for one of the these sleazy companies and kept teling me I could get a house, even I live a small disability and M. does social work and both of us fucked up our credit. Me with all the medical bills of course, and her with a flush of credit cards she used after losing a high paying job and refusing, at first, to face her new poverty.<br /><br />I am going to operation push's first saturday service tom. after listening to his speaches over and over. You know, i studied Military Intelligence at NEIU under an ex black panther (he was actually a prominate Jewish anti war agent, who refust vioolence and what not... he was a young professor at the time. I learned about all the tricks the fbi uses.<br /><br />Sure came in handy when Homeland Security basically attacked me. They took down my blog and changed some of the stories, taking out violence. They also blocked it from certain parts of the country, let alone the world.<br /><br />I guess they have a right to fear me... here I am, a legitimate king of england, if not fo the german hapzburgs taking over... I will be republishing an out of print book that takes us back to like 300 hundred. I never thought this would have been important to me, but I only discovered all this shit and 32 and it has kind of given me someonething to liv up to. You will not believe how wealthy we were. We funded webminster abbey by giving the church hundreds of villanges and towns.<br /><br />I drove cab for fifteen years, and just kind of studied whatever seemed like I would nee to be a good novelist --- a writer whgse fucking first book wouldn't be about some damn coming of age novel. I tried to do a video thing of Columbia's professors and if they weren't writing semi rascist coming of age novels, it was book length poem on unicorms.<br /><br />Oh, well. We also have in the works a thing where we will show you all of the differenbt neighborhoods in chicago, the artists who live and work there, and well as//// well, We are are going to start going to old folks holms and recording five minute interviews too, in a differrent vein. When I interview people, I ask them to write the questions I should ask. I figure everyone has pretended to get interviewed a time or two....<br /><br />I have a warm cat on my lap, but I must go down to the sas station and buy coffee, since we are out and I am staying up all night. I just kind of sleep whenever, four hour battle naps. I finished like five paintings, and deesigned qute a few more. The break form the cdomputer was kind of nice, though I apologize to those who are involved in the total waf for total peace who may feel aboned. I have been working on new strategies.<br /><br />By the way, did you hear that fuck head Tommy Smothers on the emmy's saying that peoplw who thin we can war to peace are just ignorant. That crispy old fuck. When they chased his tv show off the air, he just ran off with his tail between his legs. They came after me with death threats and druggings and other shit... and I soldiered on, survived taking on the neo cons and homeland security, etc... becase my connections made with spies when i WAS going to school proved to them theat i DO NOT BELIEVE IN VIOLENCE.<br /><br />protestors end up fighting cops, who are just union workers, and that is stupid. Like I say, during a just revolotuion, the police will be the first to march with you.<br /><br />Did you hear about the sherrif here in cook country who is now refusing to do evictions? That man is a hero. Those fucking banks are using the sherif's like they are employees and and you can imagine how must evictions have jumped recently. One officer said that working evictions was the saddest thing he had ever to done as a cop. I am going to do all I can to help this sherrif to stay in office.<br /><br />Well, I am so tired that I need coffee. In four and a half hours, I get to put on my new black suit, and this kind of weird shirt, the kind you see mexican's and charlie sheen wearing. This one is black in the back, has a black collar.... then down the two sides are strips of whit with red and black designs, going up and down in a colum in the middle of the white... the red and blke designs elude to languages and fire;. When I was at the church store when i ALWAUS SHOP when I can (The two sisters behind the counter always give me the best advice, and know my size and taste and are as sweet as honey). It is a nice hipter outfit,<br /><br />Since I am going to be doing all these films, I have losing writing and working out. for me this mjeans I <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a work in progress, at 3 am, and I will keep writing on it for awhile...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are welcome to spread my poems by ANY MEANS NECESSARY.<br />http://theelvesattic.blogspot.com<br /><br />http://thereligiouspsychokillershitlist.blogspot.com<br /><br />HTTP://generalfactorx.blogspot.com<br /><br />http://secretposse.com<br /><br />There is some overlap... but they are all different.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-31497008938784807902008-08-08T19:12:00.000-07:002008-08-08T19:14:29.308-07:00how to find out if the cia is spying on you... get your records from them.How to file a Privacy Act Request<br />The Essential Elements of a Request Letter<br />Specify in writing that you wish a copy of records indexed to your name. <br />Write the Information and Privacy Coordinator, Central Intelligence Agency, Washington, D.C. 20505.<br />Transmission via facsimile is also acceptable. The facsimile number is (703)613-3007 <br />Provide your full name and address. <br />Provide your date and place of birth. <br />Provide your citizenship status. <br />Notarize your letter or sign it under penalty of perjury pursuant to 28 U.S.C. 1746 to ensure that records concerning you are only released to you, or, if requesting through an attorney, an original notarized statement or statement signed under penalty of perjury (pursuant to 28 U.S.C. 1746) authorizing us to release information to your attorney. <br />Sample Privacy Act Request Letter<br />Date <br />Information and Privacy Coordinator <br />Central Intelligence Agency <br />Washington, D.C. 20505 <br /> <br /><br /> Dear Coordinator: <br /><br />Under the Freedom of Information Act, 5 U.S.C. subsection 552 and the Privacy Act, 5 U.S.C. section 552a, please furnish me with copies of all records (the Agency does not require you to specify the record system) about me indexed to my name. <br /><br />To help identify information about me in your record systems, I am providing the following required information: <br /><br />Full name, current address, date and place of birth, citizenship status. <br /><br />Optional: Please explain contact, if any, with the Agency or any other information that would help us distinguish between you and other individuals with the same or similar names. <br /><br />If you deny all or any part of this request, please cite each specific exemption that forms the basis of your refusal to release the information and notify me of appeal procedures available under the law. <br /><br />Optional: If you have any questions about handling this request, you may telephone me at (home phone) or at my (office phone). <br /><br />Sincerely, <br /><br />Name <br /><br />Statement swearing under threat of perjury that above information is true or have the letter notarized.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-89726483715763673162008-07-17T14:19:00.000-07:002008-07-17T14:22:09.667-07:00working on the booksThey expect me to make little changes and additions to the book that are very timeconsuming. WHENEVE4R I COME IN here to blog I feeln like I am wasting time.<br /><br />Sorry. I will have this done in a few days. I have a ton of new jesus poems to put up, which are basically revolutionary poetry.<br /><br />Finally we got the cable and the internet and the phone all back. Since moving all broke this has been a slow process. The tv is my freind. I do love them. I have to remember however that this computer is where my mission lies.<br /><br />Go in Justice, even if you have to fuck something up.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-88658148353450713212008-07-16T11:09:00.001-07:002008-07-16T11:11:48.152-07:00various waking up jesus poems<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDpIJfuDZ4gUXZmrQV-i5_4ekX3bBksZ3LGn85Hyhj-eMmiCuMFCsI5iylCEL11ZCPjiRBZLc_ULTNOM7ro5WmriML1MSDafiZ61BhhD14Uw0m9F5Co4Xurrz73A5i6hPGiaokz2_YBtJ/s1600-h/aanudepaint.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDpIJfuDZ4gUXZmrQV-i5_4ekX3bBksZ3LGn85Hyhj-eMmiCuMFCsI5iylCEL11ZCPjiRBZLc_ULTNOM7ro5WmriML1MSDafiZ61BhhD14Uw0m9F5Co4Xurrz73A5i6hPGiaokz2_YBtJ/s400/aanudepaint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223676100986842770" /></a><br />WAKING UP JESUS...<br /> <br />i AM... <br /> I have returned from death to teach the ways of Total War For Total Peace!<br />I am God's carress and his sword ... which will you becon from the Son of God?<br /><br /><br /><br />merlin cut himself in specks <br /><br />fed himself to u<br /><br />he is now inside you<br /><br />seize his magic<br /><br />hold on for DEAR LIFE<br /><br />PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD<br /><br />MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG<br /><br />a blood soaked arthur is rising<br /><br />there are many ways to die<br /><br />and only ONETO LIVE <br /><br /><br />just simply<br /><br />forgive<br /><br /><br />This is the book you have been waiting for... the new words of GOD. This time around I am not sitting in a church dictating to the world petty ways of being meant to ease your judgement before God. No, this time around Judgement Has Come.... <br /><br />THIS TIME AROUND<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------fat daddy o 's<br /><br />you left us STARVING too long<br />we learned to play our hunger like a symphony<br /><br />HEAR THE THUNDER OF OUR DRUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />God has awakened me from my sullen human sleep. I am here to bring world wide peace by any means necessary -- even war. <br /><br />I WANT A PEACEFUL REVOLUTION AND I WANT IT NOW. WE MUST USHER IN A THOUSAND YEARS OF PEACE BEFORE THIS SPECIES WILL BE ALLOWED OFF THIS PLANET. <br /><br /><br />My books can be found at http://STORES.LULU.COM/JOHNSCOTTRIDGWAY<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wrote the below PARAGRAPH a year ago and set off a revolution that you may or may not have heard about.... or were lied about. Certainly they are now trying to keep me a secret now that they know the true heart o the Son Of God; I was portrayed in your bible by easily researched pagan myths. I will tell you the real story here. You will find that the blogs at the top take place during my house arrest. When I move into the blogs when I was running the revolution, and driving the us government crazy, I give them a bit of context. This will be a book for sale within th next week or two.<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.---------------------------------------------<br /><br />God has awakened me from my fleshly sleep. The Time Of His Judgement Is NOW.<br /><br /><br /><br />Theories flew. Is it an alien? Is it here to destroy the planet? Is it a Syrian Terrorist? Is it displaying the powers of heaven or hell? A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims? A secret Weapon of a secret cabal? A CIA mind control experiment gone awry? <br /><br />Others began to know...Have visions...Feel me!!!!!<br /><br /><br />...mankind has conspired around me since my birth as a flesh bucket of kingly blood... the world took up notice when a boy in Garrett, Indiana began to grow wings... they kept this all a secret from me. You will see as I tell my story the chaos my presence has brought across the usa, the world, and indeed, the souls of humynkind.<br /><br /><br />Some think I hearald armaggedon and final judgement, scrambled to meet my needs, at first... Until I convinced them that the Spirit Who Walks becomes a man to be a man, not a God, and I would not allow them to give me a crown and a throne, as they believed the bible prophesies.<br /><br />When I refused to be a puppet in the vatican's show... how delighted they were to announce my arrival... THEN I said that I was here to criticize firs, to rebuke before offering forgiveness... and they scattered. The Pope's belief is part of what melted my own scepticism... though barely, and God had/has thrown more evidence into my life unbidden.... like a bomb tossed into the mentality of who I was before the emergence of Savage Grace.<br /><br />I am different than the one you know, and similar. Most of my story has not been told... you see, I am not the elitist for the saintly that I have been made out to be... I have lived every religion, been man and women, have kept myself masked as I herded my flock toward the minute gate into the Father's Kingdom. In these, the blessed thousand years of promised peace, I am here to bring justice... before that peace.<br /><br /><br />This story is being written a year after some of the events. I have tried to give a little context over the verses where they were needed. I encourage you to understand I was an agnostic artist, dope smoker, sexual swinger at times... no one who even believed in Christ.<br /><br /><br />In fact, I thought religion was like a virus. Then God sent an angel to wake me up, and the words that he tells me will be the new bible... gave me visions of his face in my dreams, and powers here on earth that astound me -- I can call on storms, lightening, floods, fires and soldiers to do my bidding. All glory to the father, who has sent his son accross immeasurable time and space and dimensions to gather the souls who wish to make the cosmic journey to heaven by my side. I believe that all religions can lead to God, and make no judgements that one is better than the other. <br /><br />I do despise the way some religions are used, and I find them all too exclusive. I fought my way into hell and Satan and His demons cried like babes when I offered them forgiveness for alleigence. Now they bow before me... when you learn their story, you will see why I even have to forgive the angel I have warred mightly against in heaven... where I have now won. I command the dead. <br /><br />These words are meant to show you God, not me.... all glory on to the Father. <br /><br />In his name, I write this story of an agnostic writer wrestling with the implications of finding out the pope and the president and countless others believe he is the CHrist... and then God himself shows me his face, and commands I do his will. This is a story for athiests and religious people and everyone in between... you can choose which songs to listen to by scrolling to the bottom of the blog... <br /><br />Go in justice seeking rightous peace... for this is <br /><br /><br />TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I<br />AM <br /><br />THE HAND<br /><br /><br />OF GOD<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> Tuesday, July 15, 2008<br />i am going to a steely concet tonight<br /> <br />going out into public<br />makes me feel watched<br /><br />the last time I went to chicago theater<br />they seated us first<br />then kep the seats ahead of us empty for a few minutes<br />I figured they were thinking I was going to do something<br /><br />seth has been with me since we settled our little dilemma<br />he thought I was afraid of blood<br /><br />my attack showed him my eye is on my mission<br /><br />NO ONE CAN STOP ME<br /><br /><br />YOU PUT OFF THE INEVITABLE<br />THE DAY WHEN SUNDAY MORNING COMES DOWN<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;. <br />Posted by scott ridgway at 2:04 PM 0 comments <br />Monday, July 14, 2008<br />the cross<br /> <br /><br />the unwelcome Christ<br />drifts through another day <br />in his gentle prison<br /><br />he is allowed to leave his house<br />travel the city<br /><br />security is tight<br />they watch him all the time<br />know when he is awake/who he calls/emails<br /><br />they call those he names<br />make sure they know that the Christ has Chosen them<br /><br />The cabal keeps him sated<br />He has a woman, pets<br />they keep him poor enough<br />that travel is out of the question<br /><br />He is not the Christ of old<br />living homeless and hungry<br />as He awaits his date with Calvary<br /><br />God has made him a warrior<br />killing with cryptic words<br />that send his forces out to make another heart-attack<br />cause a cancer<br />create a car accident<br />a suspicious fire burns across this planet<br /><br />in the flames you hear the laughter of God<br />as his bloody welcome is given to his Children<br /><br />the God who created the kill or be killed<br />eat or be eaten<br />world<br /><br />exists beyond your pain<br />seeing you now and as you will be<br />the pains of this life are subsumed in the Glory of The To Come<br /><br />the mythic journey through the stars<br />back to the father's side<br /><br />you will hear tales of my heroic's along the way<br />I am nothing except a creation of the Father<br />nothing to celebrate or pray to or respect<br />any more than any working man doing a job<br />with the same feeling that he would rather be home<br /><br />the silent among you are truly in control<br />not the voices you hear on the news<br /><br />there is a greater ruling class<br />a coven of allegiences that try to keep the american experiment alive<br />by decieving the masses<br />by distrusting anyone other than themselves<br /><br />I have shown the world their faces<br />dragged them out of the shadows<br />into the court of opinion<br /><br />I awoke from amnesia in an Illegal House<br />I did not know...<br />I went along with them because they were offering me my dreams<br />like all evil folk<br />they lied to me<br />then tried to make me act the fool for the radio<br />i WENT ALONG to be funny<br />different<br />ground breaking<br /><br />and we were<br />I wanted to use any scrap of fame I got<br />to help the people<br />to push for my causes<br />I wanted wealth to give it away<br /><br />I cannot accept blood money<br />let them pay me off for their trickery<br />pretend that a few green backs<br />hold any worth<br />that equals my suffering in their hands<br /><br />God himself fed me my inspiration<br />when such a one as He tells you what to do<br />there is no choice involved<br /><br />he provided me with the opportunity to preach, act, write<br />the revolutionary movement that will take this country<br />this world<br />the space explorers<br />to the point where the good of all <br />is no different than the good of the one<br /><br /><br />You will die<br />some of you will stay by my side above<br />some of you will come back into life<br />warriors<br />sleeper agents for God<br />the evil among us<br />now hungry for redemption<br />to stay true to the simple god given laws<br />of their genetics<br /><br />I will begin teaching them to use their powers<br /><br />None will eclipse my own<br />for reasons that should be obvious to all of you<br />I have a dream of peace<br />from the Father <br />The path to heaven in my mind<br />the face of God hovering over me<br />an army of angels<br />the dead ready to do my bidding<br />in this world and beyond<br /><br />I am at your back<br />raising my sword<br />to either fight off our enemies<br />or take you head<br /><br /><br /><br />Sit in Chicago on a perfect day<br />the kitty-bum Buk curled up beside me<br />slighty touching my thigh with his warm paws<br /><br />the husky lays in the doorway<br />half illuminated by the golden sun<br /><br />the illusion of peace is complete<br /><br />I read of the war zones<br />trying to see the best way out<br />read of al queda regrouping in Pakistan<br />how they won't let the Marines hunt them down<br /><br />I want Peace without appeasement<br /><br />yet I can see them there<br />calling on the youth to use their juice to fight in a holy war<br />everyone wants a holy war<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgayjmFvp8yanrFteH8tgkm4jQSRaY4SouhBfcIdWkdvL3kinLLZ3hICKhTxFHoVKwz5ZfUKJ9TXiYc2U8nk3MFCU0l61paXzQoHzjD8CriKMyUe4nSmRg_vBu8IMwdHtRgzEu5gJiLhq/s1600-h/jesusdissidentprpl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgayjmFvp8yanrFteH8tgkm4jQSRaY4SouhBfcIdWkdvL3kinLLZ3hICKhTxFHoVKwz5ZfUKJ9TXiYc2U8nk3MFCU0l61paXzQoHzjD8CriKMyUe4nSmRg_vBu8IMwdHtRgzEu5gJiLhq/s400/jesusdissidentprpl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675957590165986" /></a><br /><br />all war is unholy<br />we fight the unholy to stop war<br /><br />Some must fight<br />so that their loves can live<br />the unfortunate left overs of chimps trying to dominate the tribe<br />get the best fucks, the juiciest fruit...<br />how pathetic to be arrogant<br />in your pitiful state<br /><br />man I have said that my dog is better than any human<br />when I said this I meant they are more blessedly living<br />than man<br /><br />they would be just as cruel with our cranium<br />just as fucked up by their instincts<br />as they try to gather into civilizations<br /><br />our soldiers are not feeling like they are fighting a holy war<br />though if they knew the future that the Taliban would bring<br />they would be volunteering for suicide missions<br /><br />I will not allow any fundamentalists<br />even christians<br /><br />to tell everyone else what to do<br /><br />to jail the children of the night<br /><br /><br /><br />I decame in the America's for a reason<br />they are the most powerful country in the world<br />the exact opposite of being stoned by the crowds as I struggled<br />to keep the heavy cross on my torn and bleeding shoulders<br /><br />This time He let me be ready<br />sent me to stop the heresy<br />to destroy the idea that the last prophet has come and gone<br />no religion can afford to ignore me<br />they will change<br />to fit into the world we will offer<br /><br />or we will free their children from the grips<br />of certain generations<br />stop their cultural pollution BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY<br /><br />MY WORDS ARE THE FUTURE<br />YOU WOULD ALL HEED WELL TO GO ALONG <br />WITH THE FUTURE<br />INSTEAD OF FIGHTING FOR A CRIPPLED PAST<br /><br />you wonder why I like the Mormon's?<br />For the same reason I like the Catholic's...<br /><br />they believe in revelation<br />All humans are capable of being contacted by angels<br />given truths for how people should live<br />the mormons keep this tradition alive<br /><br />I do not ignore things like they take more prozac in salt lake city<br />than anywhere else in the world<br /><br />they have to loosen up<br />quit thinking that they have the exact method to raise humans<br />they raise carbon copies of themselves<br />children who parrot what was known<br />rather than seeking a new language that synthesises<br />all that the future offers<br /><br />even new cultural truths<br />this God doesn't give a damn if a girl is a virgin<br />I prefer experienced lovers<br />I think kids should have sex<br />I am glad that I did<br />however... no adult should touch them<br />in their time of innocence<br />their heart and groins should be their guide<br /><br />pretending they are not supposed to be sexual<br />sends them the wrong message<br />creates these fetishes and phobias <br />we make our children like priests<br />with no sexual outlet<br /><br />so many myths must be deconstructed<br />torn apart<br />thrown onto the ash heap of history and burned<br /><br />we should all be smoking weed<br />instead of drinking<br /><br />everyone knows this<br />except those too straight to explore the wilder sides<br /><br />I have always felt like an artist<br />a watcher of human kind<br />a man who wanted to evolve into the best he could<br />now the best I can be is too awesome to hold in my head<br /><br />I asked loyd the underground agent once<br />what I was<br />he waved his hand in front of his face saying<br />"You are... oh, what you are... you're ... Christ."<br />He was always avoiding my questions<br />offering me only the information he wanted me to get<br /><br />told me they would jail me if I went after the Hell's angels<br />stop me if I left town<br /><br />He is the only one who has approached me with full understanding<br />last time I saw him he had lost 40 pounds and was a wreck<br />told me, as others have, "They've been coming down on me<br />pretty hard."<br /><br />The oddest part of this is that my main goals<br />have been reached<br />the president acknowledged the greenhouse effect<br />the country is about to elect a liberal<br />and find out how much better off they are<br /><br />the kids have been activated as voters<br />the culture has come together to put a black man<br />at the helm<br /><br />I have become famous with the people who matter<br />and have kept at least the illusion <br />that I am living like a man<br /><br /><br />I remember when this was starting<br />and I became convinced I would become wealthy beyond my wildest<br /><br />the power of money hit me hard<br />I wanted things I had never considered buying<br />became the creature I have despised<br /><br />went into the hospital and they wiped my personality away<br />took out the Hitler is how they explained it on the radio<br /><br />the Hitler... there is no Hitler in me<br />I drove cab for fifteen years and never picked up anyone <br />who I was better then<br />or anyone who was better<br /><br />I do not think in terms of heirarchies<br />I am not impressed by accolades<br />I am curious and open with people<br />yet respectful of their privacy<br />I treated everyone the same in my taxi<br />and people noticed<br />I was tipped incredibly well at times<br /><br />There was also my dark side on display as I drove<br />I was fierce in the face of challanges<br />Never Backed Down... unless it was just stupid to continue<br /><br />one night a woman grabbed the money<br />I had in my shirt and bolted<br />I ran her down<br />and she made it clear I would have to beat her up<br />to get my money back<br />I returned to the cab<br />took another order and tried to forget about it<br /><br />I was always in the face of some asshole<br />never let people treat me like shit<br />without giving them a sting back<br /><br />I understand the thirst for vengence<br />there are many who still bring up hate and disgust in my mind<br /><br />I tell myself this is a behavior<br />not the intrinsic being<br />that there is a soul in all trying to steer<br />the flesh by the whispers of the Holy Ghost<br />The Christ inside all of you<br /><br />still I would kill relentlessly if I thought it would help<br />if I did not know the collaterol damage<br />includes everything I love<br /><br />My Powers are too huge for my consciousness<br />most of what I do with the weather comes from <br />a place in my mind where words are meaningless<br /><br />I experimented to find out what could be done<br />and the destruction was awe inspiring<br />waves of tornados came at the bidding of my spinning fingers<br /><br />like the flooding of Chicago when I thought they had killed M<br /><br />I wonder sometimes if I was told all that has happened in the last two years<br />if my rage would destroy the world once and for all<br /><br />I PRAY ONTO GOD FOR THE FORGIVENESS I ONCE FELT<br />THE GRACE<br /><br />the savage is pacing back and forth in cell<br />roaring in the night<br />gently crying as he see's the faces of the oppressed on the moon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I keep my mind on the mission<br />trying to win the alleigence of the lost<br />to bring together the unstoppable power<br />of the masses<br />to enfranchise the forgotten<br /><br />the gangs are needed in our army<br />we must offer them the mercy <br />one gives misguided children<br />before the leaders are all jailed<br />and forced to believe some religion<br />they have made up to enforce discipline<br /><br />manipulating the impulses of the young <br />toward wanting to live gloriously<br />in the eye of God<br />not the eyes of their gang<br />president<br />priests<br />or parents<br /><br />He exists<br />I have seen him<br />experienced the miracle of his presence<br />for months on end<br /><br />When I was driving cab<br />I used to have conversations with God all the time<br />I believed in Karma then...<br />kept doing good deeds and seemingly reaping the benefits<br />then something terrible would happen<br />for no reason I could see<br />no sin of mine...<br /><br />NO ONE IS TO BLAME<br />EVERYONE WAS INNOCENT ONCE<br />AND WILL BE INNOCENT AGAIN<br /><br />ASK THE MURDERERS MOTHER<br />ABOUT THE GOOD IN HER SON<br /><br />TENS OF THOUSANDS OF PRISONERS WERE TOO WASTED<br />WHEN THEY DID THEIR CRIME<br />TO EVEN REMEMBER THE NIGHT<br /><br />the religions of exlusion<br />must be stoppped<br />opened up<br />examined<br />Holy Books like the Koran speak the ways of Peace<br />and War<br /><br />written by men<br />trying to scribe the visions of God<br />in a language the people of his time understand<br />suiting the needs of a past long swept away by the wind<br /><br />the place for the fundamentalists<br />is the same as the amish today<br /><br />I apreciate the need to live simply<br />if this makes them happy<br />then let them b<br /><br />Yet when they take the youths and teach them to hate<br />the very freedom that would bring Liberty to them<br />when they are told that church and state are the same<br />When the ministers tell the people that they know all<br />they are mocking God<br /><br />No Man knows the best way for all to live<br />Diversity is the joy of God<br /><br />I have preached to all religions that remain<br />been there and done that as a Muslim<br />in the time when they were the best religion on the planet<br /><br />They are now as great as many others<br />No better or worse than the Bible Baptist Church<br />in Auburn Indiana<br />where I was offered a relationship with a deity<br />I stopped believing in at some point<br />what an irony?<br /><br />I would have expected one such as I to rise from a church<br />I see now His Wisdom in making me a writer on the web<br />where I can reach all people<br />I have never liked preaching to the choir<br /><br />I aam sickened by the Challanges I throw out daily<br /><br />Sick of being a critic<br />Sick of pissing off people<br /><br />My will is not as important as His<br />As long as He feeds me words<br />I must be the Praxis between God and Man<br />no matter how uncomfortable I am with talking to people about this<br /><br />One Flew Over The Cuckoo Nest<br />that is me<br />the indian who has smashed out the window<br />and found freedom <br /><br />My mother took me to this film alone<br />my brothers still too young<br />though we had all read the book<br />She is so wonderful<br />the childhood she tried to give us shines at moments<br />jewels in my memory that remind me that children still feel this way<br /><br /><br />Ossama was a wonderful child once<br />a brilliant man<br />a thoughtful leader with the instincts of a seasoned warrior<br />Now he and his kind have grown arrogant<br />as has all mankind<br /><br />Once I was filled with such passion<br />that I felt I should be the one who went to war<br />to save the troops from having to fight<br />nuclear bombs would be kinder<br /><br />When I began to see how I could be used by the military<br />I had to trust my instincts<br />believe that the soldiers would keep their creeds<br />yet I knew that war is a law unto itself<br /><br />the cross<br />this time is information<br />questions<br /><br />being alive and wondering<br />where I will be most useful<br /><br />Humans who manipulate others <br />are an affront to God<br />we must find a way to stop the schools in the middle east<br />from teaching hatred for the red, white and blue<br />to do this we must change<br /><br />America is about Change<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are welcome to spread my poems by whatever means... they are yours... unless you make some money off of me and then I would like some. Is that too much to ask? No. I have a family, too;. <br />Posted by scott ridgway at 9:54 AM 0 comments <br />Saturday, July 12, 2008<br />we live in a cage of bookmarks<br /> <br />look at your bookmarks<br />if they are anything like mine<br />they tell the tail of who we are<br /><br />the newspapers we believe<br />the comedians who make us laugh<br />the music that inspires<br /><br />for every truth there are twenty lies<br />obscuring everything until the lie becomes as sensible as the truth<br /><br />when more people believe the big con<br />than are free to be witting...<br />the Big Con will continue<br />with most all of the world<br />the marks<br />of a few <br />amoral carnies<br /><br />look at Bush scrambling to take out large<br />swaths of nature with himscott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-18189599480746762742008-06-18T21:07:00.000-07:002008-06-18T21:25:20.188-07:00provoked<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP880rWXZmNJi0dCkhXe5fj7jJBgfuEPxY-CmYvPTQDbeB1nvq-GnFO1KMbs3Il8OJdO0VtnsI3u16oB1mhOhb_FDiI21zgAf-eY2WkZJ_hzMLm0e0ZtHZgUM5FOEe_UFVgEEh1Km7eFnD/s1600-h/firing+fromhelicopter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP880rWXZmNJi0dCkhXe5fj7jJBgfuEPxY-CmYvPTQDbeB1nvq-GnFO1KMbs3Il8OJdO0VtnsI3u16oB1mhOhb_FDiI21zgAf-eY2WkZJ_hzMLm0e0ZtHZgUM5FOEe_UFVgEEh1Km7eFnD/s400/firing+fromhelicopter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213443932524515778" /></a><br /><br />they bug ya, watch ya, wonder what kind of power you hold in your magic<br /><br />how odd to be the painted bird<br />the one let loose with a slash of red that causes all the other birds to attack<br /><br /><br /><br />I once was graced<br />to bring on a peace<br /><br />now I have seen this is another illusion<br /><br />a salve for the conscious of an angel<br /><br />I could not have believed my god so bloody when I set out on this journey<br /><br /><br /><br />the end of the earth.... they are al finite<br />take heart... life comes and goes in their steriloe soul<br /><br /><br />we see bit a bit of a bit of this whole shebang<br />nothing really<br /><br />the possibilities are endless<br /><br />there are ghosts<br />and mazes leading to heaven<br />religions sworn toward finding their way to heaven<br /><br />is yours one?<br /><br />I spend the day dosed on valium<br />trying to remember the good feeling the gave me once<br /><br />my loves are lost<br />destroyed in the drama of the moment<br /><br />I cannot tell if I am still in control or not<br />I have to assume I have soldiers or I could not face myself<br /><br />to you have headed my call<br />know your journey was not in vain<br /><br />we will run and walk and rest and reamp and revolt<br />day after day<br /><br />the glorious day of fire would destroy the lives of the children<br />we must not do as much<br /><br />I understand your anger at the wealthy who leave hundreds starving<br />to throw an elaborate party<br /><br />when did we become like this? How do we stop producing these humans<br /><br /><br />the wealth of the inner life will bring us all together<br />the realm of the soul is accessible<br />an easy trek<br /><br />I have no room to talk<br />but I do have a hell of an excuse<br /><br />I am Jesus Chist/forever cursed to take on your sins/to know you in your innocence<br />and in your demonic ways<br /><br />There is no one waiting to save you on this earth<br />No one will make you happy all the time<br />not even god<br /><br />when my cat died I cursed his ways<br />damned god himself<br /><br />I knew no better... I suspect he laughed<br />knowing my future<br /><br /><br />The everyday problems of being Jesus. FOr one, I am often recognized and people know I am too polite and interested to blow them off. Not that I have anywhere to go, I am just in my thoughts seeking the ever elusive over-narrative.<br /><br /><br />I am one of 930000 peace activists being looked at right now, and my influence makes me worse than others. Some intelligence agencies like me, speciafically the fbi. They know I am layabiding and would neverscott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-19634169862260872832008-06-18T20:10:00.000-07:002008-06-18T20:25:45.994-07:00this is my new blog, in a way.. john scott ridgway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpFgBDPyylphP9DJIfM01IoRZ7om-RnH67bPUCZwoqbOmvYhuGtZ5ib7OVlpL8o68fQB0QUc9hVuWCm973HZP-atn-WSSlQ_lUiQWFdL1dbfXwvSMgzKWZZuq-B59EGG852pDRGdqeEUn/s1600-h/jesus-cross_~1776824.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpFgBDPyylphP9DJIfM01IoRZ7om-RnH67bPUCZwoqbOmvYhuGtZ5ib7OVlpL8o68fQB0QUc9hVuWCm973HZP-atn-WSSlQ_lUiQWFdL1dbfXwvSMgzKWZZuq-B59EGG852pDRGdqeEUn/s400/jesus-cross_~1776824.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213428601985842258" /></a><br />Sit here facing a white wall behind my laptop. A painting hovers over, but I can't see it because my eyes are here, on this page. <br /><br />The other blogs are filled with this and that. Jesus, jokes, revolution... slapstick serial killing. This one spawned a book, in an earlier incarnation. 700 pages. Go to lulu to find my books, One War, Waking up Jesus, and a collection of various thinks as well as the religious psycho killers hit list. <br /><br />I am entangled in various personality. It is like schizophrenia, but it only happens at the computer, so I guess that is what they call talent... much as I like to tune my horn, I prefer bringing down the walls of Jericho rather than draw attention to myself.<br /><br />This is blog of the now time. The poetry in http://wakingupjesus.blogspot tells the same story, yet it tells it more like I was experiencing it, as revelations from god that make more sense as the days go on.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-7241137764647358502008-06-13T15:28:00.000-07:002008-06-13T16:32:58.522-07:00Johnny Pain is back...Hey kids, ast time I could surface from the underground to talk to my soldiers was on my radio show, but that is over.... thank goodness. It was getting in the way of my mission a religious psycho killer. My old mammy would spin in her grave if she knew my low body count. I mean, if she was dead. That old woman has survived so many attacks. I remember the first time I shot her. I was around eight, and had just finally got my first rocket launcer. It was bigger than me, and while I had specific instructions not to use my birthday present inside the house, you know how that is. I got bored with blowing up cars from the tops of buildings pretty quick, which is what my brothers were into at the time. So, I decided to take over the family, starting by killing my mom. Dad, who married into the family, is no threat... hasn't left his bunker in the basement in years. We send him down whisky and porn and pork and beans and spam. All he will consume. Mom was out using the back hoe when I went after her. Digging a mass grave for a school bus she had taken out that morning that had run over one of her beloved turtles (sometimes they blocked the road, because she literrally had thousands of them, so she could turn them loose on fish hatcheries and destory their business, which is a hobby she picked up in college after becoming a radical fish advocate ... in her world, she is releasing thier souls and it has something to do with Jesus and fish.. what the heck, like I always say, whatever gets you to kill is not important. What is important is that you do kill. <br /><br />I fired the rocket at the tractor and of course missed, hittin our barn and blowing a corner off. My pulled out her forty five, and from almost a hundred and fifty yards off, took aim on left pinkie and shot it right off. Now, losing an appendege is nothing to me now,but then I was eight, and all that blood and watching mom sew it back on really freaked me out. I would have cried but in my family that meant a beating circle, which is just what it sounds like unless you are a chronic masterbator, and then it is something else.<br /><br />We have a rule in our family now, not to kill each other. OF course it doesn't work that well -- witness my having to take out my sister in law and her ninja kids at Thanksgiving last year. They were going to take us all out to get control of uncle ted's new business, which is really taking off. He is offering trained wombats for use by parapheligic and the sick and elderly as sexual sarrogates. I have to admit, when he dresses those critters up in sexy clothes, they look pretty hot. He calls them hairy little women to the senile old people he services. Somehow he got medicare to cover the cost -- he says he traded a couple wombats to someone down there... though everyone is pretty sure he has added to his hostages lately, and they sure look like medicade clerks. Anyways, the less said about the hostages the better. Suffice to say, we have a comprehensive indoctrination program that keeps them happy and working out in our pot and opium fileds. Mom insists on using opiates in her poisen out of some askew form guilt. <br /><br />Well, what have I been up to? Well, for one thing, I know for a fact that Donald Trump has been replaced by a look alike,becaues I finally caught up with the real guy. I was expecting some nice press from that one,but no.. they had someone in the wings. In fact, might as well admit it, this guy I torture killed said he was not th original one, that the first had died, as we all thought he would, from massive rectal bleeding after that methed up hippo he kept by his pool gave him hist nightly fisting. Oh, well. <br /><br />I have quite a few new people on stalking list. Few celebrities -- which I know you love hearing about. I was visiting my pal Brittany Spears a few weeks ago, we were talking about taking out her ex, then she forgot we were talking about that and wanted to get back with him... in like a split second. Then she was all about having her whole family dead so she could start over, then she had to call them all to see if they were alright. She used to be a lot of fun before the government started drugging her out in attempt to stop her immoral romp through life from attracting a lot of little girls into thinking marriage is a joke. The powers that b are so worried about the break up of the family. <br /><br />i THINK sometimes how my life would havfe been if I had just been raised by my peace loving dad. My mom or brothers or sisters would have killed me with martial arts and advanced weaponry training, so I am glad mom put me in that Militia Pre school, but still.... I dream that maybe, if I have the talent I think I do, that I would have ended up writing harlequin romances, maybe get on a soap opera. Yea, I never tell people about it, but one time I was locked up and all they had were Harliquin romances and I read them by the thousands. The entire prison library was filled with them. I don't know why? <br /><br />So, I guess the kill list, and the golden shiv awards is what you all are waiting for. Like I said, my kill count is down so low it is embarrassing to mention... okay, let's just say that in the last two months it was under two hundred, and I have not been that low since I made this vow to lower the population to protect the world for harbor seals. <br /><br />My family has always come up with new religions, because everyones pscyhosis is different, effected by the times and the predominant myths. Me, I have spoken to both Jesus. Jesus came to me sto explain that he was not the pussy that people were making him out to be, and he wanted to use me to remind people of the wrath of GOd. He is all into making storms and earthquakes and shit, but he can't kill anyone in this life, something to do with his dad's orders (he feels like his dad doesn't really trust him or something... really has a complex about it; he wanted to just torch the earth and take off with the souls he has, but God told him he has to stay on earth until he is crucified or causes the apocolypse or something.. . his dad won't tell him why he is here now, and... well,this isn't his story,but believe me, he comes down for the weekend sometimes and we cruise around taking out people he points at. He can see their sins, neo con impulses, corruption -- all the things I try to find in my victims, though of course if someone honks at me or something I can't really care about that shit as I cull their honking ass from the herd.<br /><br />I like to think of myself as a good disease, that kills only the high and mighty. Kind othe opposite of aids, which of course is a government invention of the cleverst kind--a drug that kills junkies and gays during our population explosion? Do you know this disease stopped overpopulation estimates, changed the way we look at the burgeoning number of folks trying to stand on this little speck of earth. <br /><br />Like Jesus says now, Thou shall not kill in Vain. He says this is the way he originally wrote it, but the kings and priests changed all kinds of shit in the bible.<br /><br />Oh, well. It is not like I would have needed to meet Jesus to do my job. Heck, like most kids, I started out killing just for the heck of it. Like kids hunting with their new bb guns, killing innocent birds and squirrels just to have something to point at. I used to take my knife to such kids, carve the animals shape in their flesh so they never forget my words -- do not kill animals. I can't stand that kind of cruelty.<br /><br />Oh, yea, I shot up a dog fighting outfit last time. I tied em up and made them fight each other to death, telling them only one would get to live. They got vicious quick after I sprayed them with a mist of pcp and speed. After about an hour of cutting and a pile of bodies later, there was one guy left... a skinny puerto rican kid who you would have expected to fall to the six foot plus buff looking thugs in there. Of course, I could not let him go... I let the dogs have that one.<br /><br />Now I have a basement full of pitbulls. I am nursing them all back to health, balancing their minds, showing them a lot of love. I have hostages petting them and talking them whenever they are awake. I should quit calling them hostages, because they consider themselves a religion and respecting that is the best way to keep them docile and doing our will. They call themselves The Church of Pain, or Pains for short. What the hell? They ain't my hostages. I don't take them, and would let these people free if I could. They won't leave after their conditioning, no matter what... their famalies come and they try to get us to snatch them to. The barn is pretty full at this point. Sooner or later one of us will get drunk and go out and shoot a bunch of them up for some paranoid reason purely in our minds. Happened too many times to ignore the inevitable. The Pains love it, take it like some cult drinks cool aid as if it were the magical potion to enter an alein world. They do all go to heaven, I asked Jesus. Something to do with being oppressed like that. This would probably make me feel better about killing them those times, if I indeed had such feelings, which I do not -- that was beat out of me when I was toddler, about the time of my first real mass killing. They would hold me up to the trigger, aim and let me pull that metal baby back and feel the bullets bucking out. I love that sound, still sometimes go to sleep listening to tapes of machine gun fire. To me, that is like the lapping waves of the ocean to most people.<br /><br />What else? You know I took over the world for awhile last year. My cabals and intelligence agency contacts and all the other folk waiting for a revolution kind of put me ahead of the project. Sure it was fun ruling the world, for awhile... but I didn't really think the plan would work and it kind of took me by surprise. I wasn't ready to send out any edicts. It took a lot of work to get the other side to expose themselves in the press, and once exposed get people to react by taking up arms, and that sort of took it all out of me. I guess I am still basically in charge, pulling the strings of puppets in russia, china, south america, asia... Other than parts of the muslim world, we are loved everywhere we go. Killing in wars like that is herealded, and of course my body count made everyone love me. The papers called me the reaper. <br /><br />Other than pot being legalized, the immigrants being granted asylum, and david bowie being forced to put out albums every year, I haven't come up with much other than the usual liberal stuff I love. The unions need to be free again to strike without fear of being fired. In fact, the unions should be growing where they are dying. This is the death of the middle class. We lost health insurance and retirement benefits by the millions because of the loss of unions. I would also like to see the nuclear bombs reduced. This is the way to keep other countries from building them. Show them we are serious about stopping the spread of nukes by actions, not words. Like with guatameno. WE LOST out moral leadership in the dim cages filled with masked men. Let them all have court dates, sign pledges of peace and go home. Watch them for the rest of their fucking lives. <br /><br />Pakistan needs to straighten up, too. They are now as bad as Afganistan when they were hiding bin laden. Even worse actually, because we are now in active war. A country is aiding and abetting the enemy more than Iran ever could, yet since they are one of the few countries in the region where our name is spoken without someome spitting on the ground (at least by the leaders solicitiing american money). I wonder what truly keeps us from crossing into pakistan. Is it their nukes?<br /><br />That adds an interesting element.<br /><br />Iran... I love persians and wish them no harm. I pray to God above that they are truly telling the truth when they say they want nuclear power only. Going to war against people we should be learning from always makes me sad. Like viet nam, where ho chi min reached out to america thinking we would help him in his revolutionary against his oppressors. If the pakistani's see fit to hide all of these warring tribes on their land just to keep peace, we will fail over there. The taliban will rise again and the conflict will get bloodier.<br /><br />There is no place in the world for religious based wars, or money based wars. The only holy war is revolution of the people. And that can be done peacefully in most countries. WHere it cannot, we of course go in with spies and give weapons to whoever we think is fighting our enemy.<br /><br />I am going to change all that shit when I get time... I'm kinda too into surfing the net and watching the tube right now to get on this stuff. It is on my to do list... which I lost. I'll make another one. TOmmorrow. And probabaly in a couple weeks or so, I'll get to the other stuff on my dream list.<br /><br />I guess I should add that I was talking to santa, and this year, on christmas, per my suggestion, he is finally going to use his ability to visit every house in the world to just slice the throats of the bad kids. He is sick of having to write all the bad shit in that book of his. Arthritis. So, I told him... get rid of them while you can still hold a knife or you'll be writing with your toes by the time the apocoplypse comes along (that is when his contract expires and he can go back to his planet -- he uses an alein ship of course to make his stops).<br /><br />I had all this blood on my hands when I started typing, and now it is all over the keys and beginning to coagulate. Fucking keys are sticking. Have to get a Pain over here to clean this up.<br /><br />Well, happy hunting. And remember uncle Kloop's mantra --"Kill yourself and others,but not in that order bonehead), becaues I am still seeing a lot of suicides out there who are too pussy and low class to take a few scumbags with them on the way out. I am telling you, this will make your death easier for your family... you know, the people who visit you when you are in the hospital and jail? <br /><br />Also, I should say that my days running the hamster army are over, so if you are thinking about sending me a hamster, forget it. I have all these pit bulls now, and the first thing one did was break into the barracks and eat all but one hamster -- which lost a leg and bled to death later. These pit's are cool. We're going to need a new mailperson again, but at least it saved me on dog food for a day or so. <br /><br />MAy you have a day where a metorite comes crashing down thru your skull, causing a crises in the behaviroal centers of your brain, causing you to forcible attack and rape a vat of macoroni and cheese in your company cafeteria/homestead/resturant, buring your genitilia into lumps of unrecognizable scars; in six months, you will either decide on the sex change you have always secretly wanted, or jump in front of a subway car. I also see something to do with a deer getting an antler stuck in your but... hey, whatever you are into, but you are going to miss that two feet of intestine during the ambulance ride as it feels like someone is shoving broken bottles up your ass (unless you are into that kind of thing, and then, hey... whatever man, I have my strange sexual picadellos... not sick shit like that, I just prefer fresh, warm corpses to living chicks. They don't bitch about a quickie, or anything, really. Not that I am not a great lover of living chicks, too, it's just that sooner or later they are going to talk about my stalking and abduction techniques, and I like to keep my mo private. Never ask about what a man makes or what his MO is. Besides, what would the hostages eat if I... oh, yea, cannabalism makes some of you sick.<br /><br />Well, all of your ancestors were cannibals. So there. Ever since I took my first girlfreind wrong when she said, "Eat me," I've at least eaten the hearts of my victims. Call me a sentimental fool, my family does... everyone knows you should eat the raw liver,but I'm just a rebel.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-61591464529608573862008-06-13T12:40:00.000-07:002008-06-13T12:59:11.205-07:00the poltics of the day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9n9V-roQMMmcr3rCwfAPpacKX9wvrYnMKCfCpFQB4p07u5IvZ3PM8QPRji3FW8jQFh06UHoh1L0cl4xiovsvA2fb6D9XNGY6E8-SNOx-A5cIz9t2oxNH5swQVCIcpUCOPgswk-MS7Ncv/s1600-h/heavenly-riches_~1809547.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR9n9V-roQMMmcr3rCwfAPpacKX9wvrYnMKCfCpFQB4p07u5IvZ3PM8QPRji3FW8jQFh06UHoh1L0cl4xiovsvA2fb6D9XNGY6E8-SNOx-A5cIz9t2oxNH5swQVCIcpUCOPgswk-MS7Ncv/s400/heavenly-riches_~1809547.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211458098026725362" /></a><br />I always had money. Billions. You grow up like that you get one of two ways... you buy into the class around you, or you reject it like fire. I grew out my hair and started smoking weed at eight, buying it off the son of one of our gardners at a ridiculous price. Around twelve I found my dad's stash and pinched off of him until he caught me.<br /><br />I later found out he was all into coke and eight balls and mistresses that he kept in three countries. Being raised mostly by my sisters and mom, I learned something dad never did -- unconditional love for a woman that is all entangled with loyalty and honor and all the shit that keeps people monogamous. Doesn't matter. I gave up on relationships around twenty one, when all the women, no matter how good, were either dazzled by my wealth or from a similar background as myself and expecting me to straighten up into a serious husband.<br /><br />When I joined the marines, my father immediantly called the president, Reagen at the time, and sent it down through the ranks that I was supposed to be kept safe. They tried to put me in an office. I out manuvered them, bribed my way into the Seals.<br /><br />My security oath requires that I keep most of my government acitivity a secret. I am already charged with enough offenses to send me to jail for the rest of my natural life; the last thing I need is more shit about me being brought in front of this jury; if they knew what I did for the government, they would see me alone, not the people who gave the orders.... I would pay for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, getting a set of orders hideous and revolting.<br /><br />This isn't what I am in jail for, which is I suppose what you want to hear about... the missons I took my private on, the countries we destabilized, the causes we aided as we traveled this planet like warrior monks of old.<br /><br />We looked at ourselves as the freer of oppressors, borderless warriors ready to blitzkreig into any hell. Their devotion shows in the fact that they have split into various armies now and are operating in four countries as I sit here. The United States came after us when we stopped a cia coup. We didn't even know who was behind the hit. We were there because a democratically elected leader was being pushed out in a coup and that shit pisses us off. Period.<br /><br />Like when we hit DARFUR and stepped on chinese toes and they launched a cyber attack that cut off our communications for a few days, we were doing what was right no matter who was behind the shit. I am here for breaking the laws of international sovereinty... and let me tell you, we are the future. The corporations have had their armies long enough. Why shouldn't citizens fund forays into slave markets and rescuing poeple? I inherited all this money while I was fighting in Somalia. When we pulled out... well, if you had seen the chaos, the malnurishment.. they were running up to our half tracks and trucks, trying to steal our meals. We killed them and still they came. The body count over there, for some of us... <br /><br />We left behind a lot of contacts who were hunted down and shot, famalies and all. I would have went right back in, if I had had the forces backing me up. <br /><br />Eight years of military, five years working special op's, a billion dollars and a boring life spent worrying ... about my fellow soldiers, the rise of the fundamentalist terrorists, nukes in the middle east, Bush's blood lusts... I smoked a lot of weed for a few weeks, layed around my pool. Had a lot of military buddies stay that summer. A couple were going back into the shit. As I watched them leave, I could see a purpose to their step that I rememembered. Not that I envyed them. Driving down a street pocked with bombs watching for suicide bombers and snipers in an urban environment can break a man down quick.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />going to jail for all of my natural life, should I escape hanging... so, I don't need any more charges.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-58350331353167529802008-05-17T11:09:00.000-07:002008-05-17T11:10:10.320-07:00anywhere buddhist monks are the enemy there is a big fucking problemSEE CHINA's hand in myanmar<br />both beat their buddhist monks<br />beat down a cultures cry<br />that they were being dissolved<br />disposed of<br /><br />I wake up into the dream of being<br />ways of ancient seeing<br />repressed<br />imagined your neighborhood filling up with purple people<br />who despise you as a lesser minority and say your best are exceptions<br /><br />feel the stirrings of the fire in the solarplexis<br />as they beat downthe last, desperate attempt<br />to allow Tibet to be Tibet<br /><br />like American's native americans<br />but now<br />after thelesons should have been learned<br />the bloody lessons we see pouring life into the streets of Tibet<br /><br />China shuts out my blogspot<br />they try to keep my words out/folly<br /><br />they wish to keep the offical story<br />try to keep out the inconvienant truths<br />they want theirminds to play out the official story<br /><br />I AM<br />ALL COUNTRIES<br />ALL RELIGIONS<br />ALL CONVICTIONS<br /><br />all ways of being<br /><br />SYNTHESIZED<br /><br />JUST ENOUGH THAT WE SHARE A COMMON LANGUAGE<br /><br />which speaks of the love and ethics<br />that all good humyns crave<br /><br />which all humans deserve...<br /><br />right from the womb<br /><br /><br />WE have divided ourselves<br />off from the everyone else<br />since our first awareness<br />of bringing a cosciousness<br />other than their mothers<br /><br />we compete on Teams but ultimatly everyone plays alone<br />alone, adrift in our american ideal of the individual<br /><br />i was alone and feeling broken and los<br /><br />God BROKE INTO MY MIND<br />SHREDDED MY LIFE<br />left me without a personality <br />so I could come back<br />and be the man from NAZARETH<br /><br />hE CALLED MY NAME<br />AND SAID JOHN COME DO MY WILL<br />MY HEART STOOD STILL<br /><br />JOHNNY CASH... from tell em god's gonna cut em down<br /><br />I started Total War From Total Peace and they came after me<br />were Inotthe Son Of the Father You would have never heard my words<br /><br />Complete amnesia the hospital gave me<br />when I refused their catholic bible they were ready to toss me out into the snow<br /><br />only the freinds who convinced them I was other than I was<br />got me sent to the hospital where they tested me to see if I was the one<br /><br />every test seemed to tell them<br /><br />THIS IS THE ONE...as I woke the television began talking to me<br />we played an improv game<br />where I was the guest<br />being told what they could get across<br /><br />I am a hostage<br />the leader they do not want to get to his army<br /><br />As the campaign started and they were drugging me out<br />it seemed every book and cd was plantedin my house<br />they were also coming in and changing my red cup in the toilet to block<br /><br />they were trying to say the blacks were communists<br />like I cared where they start out from<br />in this journey all can join <br />and like the french foreign legion be reborn better men<br /><br />that first day I saw a dust mote in a sunray<br />and knew it was the world<br />a tiny, remote world in need of the sun to shine<br /><br />words came from on High<br />unbecconed by reading<br />the news<br />my life<br />all the usual sources of inspiration<br />were eclipsed BY God Himself<br /><br />I have to tell to ushur in the Time Of Peace<br /><br />My teales willbring you closer thanyou can comprehend<br /><br />I havelived life after life<br />my wores are countless<br />my failures flash up in my mind<br />as my accomplishments <br />are nothing compared<br />to the success of failure<br />of the afternoon's poetry<br /><br />they brought the fbi agent in to clean up the chi town cops<br />after they jailed me<br />and I learned to hate with a criminals mind<br />leaerned of the men locked away from this life<br />living as best they can<br />junkies who couldn't get enough stuff<br />the economically disadvantaged seduced by the constant commercials<br /><br />THEY TRY TO JAIL PEOPLE LIKE ME<br /><br />they sent an undercover agent<br />left needles in my hospital room<br />gave metried to get me involved in a insurance scame they soon busted<br /><br />one day a cop came up to me at the beach with a bag of stun guns<br />and other instruments to control a crowd<br />he thought he was scaring me and was surprised when I tried to make him a freind<br /><br />after I left jail my anger was everywhere<br />a seething killer waiting from an oportunity<br />one night I was walking down a famaliar street<br />wondering if they were still<br />listening to me preach aloud<br />figured they were<br />told the hidden mikes<br />'TIME TO KILL SOME COPS.<br /><br />within a few months 21 of the top 25 cops in chicago are fired<br />they bring in an fbi agent who is not going to tolerate<br />the mob connections anymore<br /><br />I had only to write in my note pad for awhile<br />as they bugged and filmed my apartment<br />and I would see the events play out on my tv screen<br /><br />the country followed me<br />such power does not go away easilyscott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-73977138433652983292008-05-15T14:17:00.001-07:002008-05-15T14:17:40.319-07:00lost and found.... part oneWeary warriors wante into a twilight of slogans<br />they are the believers<br />convinced combatants<br />drafted into a dream young<br />raised in the propoganda of violent cartoons<br /><br />drawn along through video games<br />that reward virtue and deciet<br />as equally as our urges<br /><br />the games make sense of a world<br /><br />where if u do good you are rewarded<br />there...<br />in the game...<br />in a stoner's dream of a na fternoon<br />spent lazily hitting buttons on a controller<br /><br />GOD himself has shone a spotligt<br />on hi s son<br />sets him up at the middle of the world stage<br /><br />now the only light I feel are the search lights<br />of solders and spies and scientists<br />seeking thru the forest of my mind<br />for any of the deities thoughts<br />that have eluded them<br /><br />I have only to wave my wand<br />tomake the world's leaders disappear<br />into the secret pits of bodies<br />that hide the shames of history<br /><br />my privations are part of my sentince<br />in a country of plenty I have enough<br />I have plenty <br />enough to walk in my parade of one<br /><br />I go over all the faces of thepeople who KNOW ABOUT ME<br />marvel at the cone of silence<br />they envelop<br />me within<br /><br />tell myself many have sacrificed more than I<br />in my name<br />paid the ultimate coste to march in this parade<br /><br />read in the New Yorker about the american jihadist<br /><br />spewing the spittle of his rage rants<br />cursing the unfairness of his world<br />this time around the object of his hate is 'infidils.'<br /><br />a war between warriors <br />who believe they are sending<br />their enemies to hell<br />& destined to watch tehir own dead <br />be welcomed by the glorious arms of God<br /><br />such a convienant message<br />for the generals to send down through the uneducated soldiers<br /><br />another easily digested myth<br />that makes sense<br />within these stories of lies<br />we are all weaned on<br />whether it be christ or allah or buddha or the sanity of our shrink<br /><br />you can break out of the mold<br /><br />YOU MUST IF WE ARE TO FORGE NEW MOLDS<br /><br />NEW WAYS FOR THE CHILDREN TO BE<br /><br />free of the hateful propoganda of the enemies<br />free of the old ways of seeing the world as black and white/up and down<br />good and bannned/blessed and cursed....<br /><br />I AM A PRAXIS<br />for plan within plan<br /><br />a Russion doll that slowly changes<br />from one visage to the next<br /><br />the point of change<br />the hole in the universe<br />the man inblack who hides in teh shadows of culture<br />whispering sermons on the downlow<br />words you are not even sure you heard<br />which your Holy Ghost takes to heart as gospel<br /><br />THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT CHANGE YOU<br /><br />FLIP SWITCHES IN YOUR MIND<br />SEND ELECTRIC IMPULSES INTO PARTS OF YOUR MINDLONG FORGOTTEN<br /><br />A SPLIT SECOND CONVERSION....<br /><br />oh how that dream used to play in my mind <br /><br />I prayed to be struck down<br />by the holy ghost<br />to find myself foaming at the mouth<br />shaking and screaming that the Lord Is Within me<br /><br />I was not raised to accept such possession...<br /><br />science has taken the rituals of conversion<br />and reduces tehm to bait<br />to sell the next product<br /><br />words converse over the years<br />200 years ago our Enlgish would be barely understood<br />would blow their mind/keep them hidden away from the obvious signs<br />that all they knew is dead<br /><br />I am from this past/// though more immense than you can imagine<br />I see cemetaries on planets humans could not pronounce<br /><br />I was swept up into my curiousity<br />stumbling thru life tripping on famalier objects<br />running from curio to curion<br />anything to get me outside of the flesh and its awesome secret<br /><br />the story traps my flesh<br />in the public eye forever<br /><br />there isno backing away from God<br />not by me... never again<br /><br />HE WHO CREATED ALL<br /><br />laughs at rebellion<br />likes the revolutionary spirit<br />that gives thehumans<br />ways of re-invenint themselves over and over<br />into dreamed up of beins<br /><br />HE ON HIGH CREATED DIVERSITY<br /><br />HE ON HIGHT <br />WILL NEVER ALLOW MAN TO KIL HIS BELOVED CREATION<br /><br />you will change<br /><br />startsin america<br />the imae of Barak Obama<br />will be beloved<br />where Bush was hated<br /><br />a cosmetic change or....<br /><br />DEPENDS ON HOW HARD WE PUSH<br /><br /><br />the PEOPLE will be heard under Obama<br /><br />not the rich few<br />not the hiddencabals pulling societal changes<br />that act as pied pipers <br />to the mindless masses<br />not those few who control the morst media<br /><br /><br />NO THE CHANGE WILL COME<br /><br />I AM THE PRAXIS<br />THAT FULLFILLS THE PROPHEcies<br />watch as the being grows ALMIGHTY!!!!!<br /><br />feel the floods, tornados, hurricanes... the malaise that comes with ignoring me<br /><br />there is a door that I could walk thru...<br />a tear in the movie screen<br />that will allow me to see byond the 4th wall<br />to where I will stand with those who worshipped me from afar<br /><br />I can barely consder the day<br />tahat I will walk into a room<br />wehere no one denies me<br />& we talk deity to human<br /><br />the demonic lie of secrecy<br />not longer is needed as a security measure<br /><br />the games tehy play on my head<br />are meant to keep me in check<br />perhaps they are trying to quiet me<br />saying anyting aloud in tis wolrd of means the scribes take down my ever utterance<br /><br />my god<br />the manpower to pull of this <br />eclipse of a modern city<br />by the shadow of a rising diety<br />thrown down into a worthless silence<br /><br />the secret on the shores of lake michigan....<br /><br /><br />ALL IS FORGIVEN....<br /><br />at fearless radio they would only play two of my poems<br />one screaming about enraged warriros<br />who hav returned from world wide wars<br />to find theclergy they entrusted them children ....<br /><br />"WE WILL NOT FORVIGE THE PIRENS FOR MOLESTING OUR CHILDREN<br />WHILE WE FOUGHTYOUR WORLD WIDE WARS"<br /><br />FORVIVEN EVERYONE...<br /><br /><br />THIS i meant in the eyes of God<br />not man...<br /><br />Man does not forgive likea God<br />man feels the stings of pain<br />that are nothiong to a God<br />yet accumulate in man like radioactivepellets<br />slowly conjouring cancer<br /><br />seek the wise and powerful voices of your scripture<br />for the words of the masked god<br />playing another part suiting for steering primitive cultures<br />the infinite complexities of a god...<br /><br />a a god too far awy from being a man or woman<br />for his son to even care about his venacular<br /><br /><br />I remember a church from teh future<br />see myself standingbehind a pew<br />spreading white light into my congreataion<br />that sines so bright the entires worlds sees<br />that a torch has beenlit in the spirital night<br /><br />a hand has becconed you intot he dark netherworld<br />beyond teh easy lies of the day to day<br />whisperingof what goes on behind the act we play<br />in teh places where we are truly alone<br /><br />seperated from our houses, cars, job<br />all accolades and hatreds turn to dust<br /><br />i am her to tell you the time has come<br />TO AWAKEN<br />FROM YOU SCIENCE FICTION DREAMS<br />OF gods and monsters and angels<br /><br />change your minds just enough to look for saints,ministers and angels<br /><br />see them rising and falling, risen and fallen<br />they rise and fall all teh time depending on where they are needed<br /><br />for all enternity<br />souls slowly being forged<br />humbled<br />shaped into creatures pleaceing to Go<br /><br />creatures that can peacefully enter the heavens<br />without ufo' approaching to knock down or towers of bible<br /><br />They aliens could reduce humans back intot he dark ages<br />taek away all signs that you even existed<br />patiently as the slowly grinding of the tuetonic plates<br />to turn you and yours to dust<br /><br />they could<br />take away our ability to transfer knowledge from one generation<br />to another<br />leave your young in the pits of violence and superstition<br />three hundreds years tops<br />and no one would know what to do with the sanitation department<br /><br />the diseases would run rampant<br />life spans shrink back to thirty<br />stopping the fermentation of contemplation that comes with age<br /><br />can't worry about what I seein the skies<br />have ti kep my mindon my life nough<br />to prove worthy of this gift<br />I am frodo after the ring has been tossedinto the fire<br />as I journeyed further and further along the seemingly endles<br />trak to the forces that could meltthe ring<br /><br />ther temptations of greateness <br />tried to to try to impose my vision on all<br />... whoever died be damned<br /><br />HOW FAR I HAVE STRAYED <br /><br />from the Indiana boy<br />who staarted on this trek without a knowledge of the violence within<br /><br /><br /><br />end part one.... much more to comescott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-75295080103888358382008-05-05T16:40:00.000-07:002008-05-05T17:08:09.284-07:00blacks get busted more than whites in New yORK tIMES...Racial Disparities Found to Persist as Drug Arrests Rise <br />comments (40) E-MailPrint Reprints Save Share<br />DiggFacebookMixxYahoo! BuzzPermalink<br /> <br />By ERIK ECKHOLM<br />Published: May 6, 2008<br />More than two decades after President Ronald Reagan escalated the war on drugs, arrests for drug sales or, more often, drug possession are still rising. And despite public debate and limited efforts to reduce them, large disparities persist in the rate at which blacks and whites are arrested and imprisoned for drug offenses, even though the two races use illegal drugs at roughly equal rates.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was driving cab a few years back and picked up two kids at cabrini green. A very nortorious housing project two blocks away from one of the richest neighborhoods in town... the place has since been mostly torn down, but people were afraid of the place for years, and with good reason. Regardless, this particular day I dropped a woman off at Cabrini and two kids jumped in and gave me an address. I had gone about two blocks when I got pulled over. I of course had a bag of weed in the glove box, since I smoked almost all the time there at the end of my driving years... well, the cops come up to the window and ask where I got these guys. I told them, "I dropped off this lady at cabrini green and they jumped in, that's all." The cops make the two kids get out of the car, and make a deal out of searching them... Finally, they come back to my window and says, "Be careful," to me. <br /><br />As I pulled away, I go to the kids, "Sure as hell glad he didn't search me, I just bought a bag of weed."<br />They had just went through this whole thing with cops with blank expressions, like they had been through this so many times... I ask them, "Does that happen to you a lot?" <br />"All the time, man."<br /><br />I can see why the statistics like those that come out of new york could be looked at as a conspiracy to jail minorities. It also points to the basic unfairness of drug laws, and how the least powerful in society get the least profit from a society- pot at least should be legal. And in New York, the statistics In the quoted article are mostly from pot busts. The article says that it is a ticket just to have it, so they ask people to empty their pockets, then say they publicly exposed the pot (which was supposed to be if you were smoking out in public or someplace inapropriate ).<br /><br />I am so sick of so many things about america. One has to end up going half full or half empty... right? THe shameless side is that so many how so little, and so few so much. This country has always replaced wealth as aristocracy. Wealth with none of the noblesse oblige ideas; wealth stripped down to pure and simple greeed to make and spend and ... I don't know. People do as they do for so many reasons, but most of them, it seems to me, have to do with the habits of the people they are raised around. The wealthy keep their money. Most people make about the same amount of money as their parents make. You know the right people, you get a good fucking job coming out of college.<br /><br />Once you have the good job you can buy your way out of things like pot busts, as far as possession goes, but it is still something that should be so legal. Why this countries politicians refuse to acknowledge that we are jailing too many people... people who will be forever changed by their experience; you are not just offered the opportunity to be a hard person in jail, it is required to maintain your mental balance. I hate the thought of so many having to go through such hells over something that should be a persons fundamental right ... how and what someone chooses to put in their body is up to the law to do things about, such as meth, which is horrifying and I am so fucking glad it hasn't slammed into Chicago anywhere near me. I had quit driving cab before the stuff rose, but it was slow coming in here. I watched a documentary that said it started from production plants in mexico, and worked its way east... a dire, free to watch Frontline... <br /><br />I wonder sometimes, when I write all these meth head characters, if htere is anyway at all that people could think I am endorsing this shit? <br /><br />Pot is different. The pot arrests really are a punishment against people for being counter culture. Everyone knows that pot is better than drink for their bodies, minds, and souls. You do not hear of people smoking pot and beating their wives. Not that wife beaters can't smoke weed, too... we all know though, statistically, drinking causes the most problems.<br /><br />Pot causes more problems by being illegal than any possible consequences of its ready availability. Already getting pot is easy as hell in america. It would remove the criminal element. Save our children from having to learn how to be a criminal thinking individual to survive jails...<br /><br /><br />There is no politician running for president with the guts to take on this issue, of course. Maybe as a lame duck issue for one them.... we'll see.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-62319572592914911482008-05-05T07:54:00.000-07:002008-05-05T07:55:04.133-07:00the novellette... OUR GOD RALPH... COMPLETEENTRY 99<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />OUR GOD RALPH<br /><br />Chapter One: The Rise of Ralph<br /><br />The Rise Of Ralph essentially began one Million, two hundred thousand, four hundred and twenty seven years ago, a group of hunter gatherers were on the run from a larger, and thus more aggressive tribe; chased from their traditional stomping grounds, they<br />faced many perils out in the unknown wilderness; lost good friends and<br />family to beasts human and otherwise; in the end though, as was want to happen back then, when there were still great tracks of land unspoiled by man, that after nearly a year of barely scavenging up an existence and seeing the very young and old die off, the weary survivors of the tribe came to a fertile plane of rich, black dirt nestled between three mountains and accessible by only two small paths; their elders searched the nearby creeks and woods and finding dung from deer and bear and beavers a' plenty (and, more importantly, no signs that other men were living in the valley), they decided to settle there and start planting corn and beans and raising dogs and cattle.<br /><br />Near where they settled was a grove of majestic, ancient Cedar trees on a small<br />Hill almost dead center in the otherwise flat plane of a valley, and there lived the god, Ralph. Or at least he was there that day. Back then Ralph had a lot more plant than animal friends.<br /> The villagers discovered their God one sunny afternoon when they decided to harvest the cedars and suddenly found themselves being hit by lightening. The villager’s asked the spirit for forgiveness, and of course never messed with the Cedars again.. After the<br />initial shock of losing a few men to Ralph's wrath over what he saw as his friends about to be killed by some new infestation, the tribe got together and decided their best course of action was to win the god over.<br /><br /><br />. As was the way of people back then, they were used to the gods who inhabited various streams, rivers, mountains, animals, and etc... <br /> Like people still, they had always wanted a God of their own, and here, purely by chance, they had stumbled on a God without the usual religion filled with humans who drove them off as being ‘unchosen.’ <br /><br /> Ralph himself was somewhat uncomfortable with the situation until the villager's turned him onto a type of moonshine that they made out of whatever local fruit they<br />could scavenge. Ralph, like all gods, loves getting a good buzz on and<br />the idea of humans bringing him booze on a daily basis was too much for<br />him to pass up. They asked him for small favors that were nothing to him .. a lot of it was just normal, like the change of the seasons. What he could do for them, mostly, was make rain if they needed. For a myriad of reasons the least of miracles for Ralph was changing the weather…. Or at least this was a miracle that Ralph could be counted on to do. He refused to let himself become some kind of tool for the humans to use. He knew some gods who did this, and it had always lead to them having their followers attacking someone to take over more land, win more followers… because God’s could actually gain strength on the weird plane the humans existed on by having followers… inevitably they ended up all too tangled up in human affairs for the interest of Ralph.<br /><br />of mankind’s progress moved on and on….<br /><br /> The God’s took a celebrities interest in how their humans looked at them… or at least, most did. Ralph was as unique as all Gods are and he had different notions on things. Live and let live, he had always told himself. Fight if you have to, but…. He was not about to spend all his time being a war god…. No, he liked to party, tell jokes, zip around the world seeing the sites.<br /><br /> Most gods, being basically like needy performers with, for lack of a better term, 'god complexes,' were always trying to one up one another by smiting this and that follower of another god, or making someone else a saint . . . Ralph was almost unique in being the <br />one god who really didn't have much ambition, and so he stayed out of all of this<br />religious tomfoolery until he discovered the wine… and Parties… a genuine fondness for the humans. They completed him in a way, though mostly their perception of reality was one Ralph liked to slide along using to remain in the humanly realm, instead of having to go to the bother of making up his own universe, which was a lot more bother than this <br />God was about to go through. He is a beast of great passions and loves and endlessly curiosity, which gives him enough charm to almost make up for his lack of real power in the pantheon of gods.<br /><br /><br />As will happen when power is splashing around the ethereal plane, a few<br />Gods rose to the top of the heap, like Allah and Yahweh and Morton Smeed<br />(the latter who is now forgotten, though he was once worshiped all across<br />the planet in complex call and response ceremonies that were made up<br />entirely of 'burps,' which are known to historians to have been not only<br />quite transcendent, but also cured warts on or about the left toes).<br /><br />Ralph thought the gods who were scrambling around gathering worshipers'<br />were wasting time better spent playing with puppies or kittens or little kids, at times… in others banging on a set of drums he had… particularly after drinking a lot.<br /><br />Elders of the Church, admitted, in fact, that Ralph. was kind of a slacker when it<br />came to Godding. He really didn't care if he had a lot of followers or<br />not. <br /><br />God's need only a few followers to exist, and Ralph had enough for his purposes, and would have lived and let live if the other, nastier gods, would only let him. . . <br />He simply wasn't into all the blood and gore that the other god's seemed<br />to get off on -- bringing them back to life intact was a simple matter for the God, though quite unsettling for the humans involved.<br /><br />In fact, he was the original pacifist God, at one time… or at least he had gotten drunk and talked to Jesus about how non-violence was the best path for humans, period... Jesus took a lot of Ralph's drunken sermons and pieced together the Sermon on The Mount<br />-- which is why they are so oddly peaceful when compared with the curses<br />Jesus was known for throwing on people for the slightest of slights -- you<br />did not want to serve him cold soup, oh no... that was leprosy, at least).<br /><br />No, Ralph did not care for domination at all, though his ideas on<br />pacifism did change after the human population explosion. In fact, as<br />more and more species became extinct around the globe, the god Ralph grew<br />more and more misanthropic and partial towards killing for whims, like<br />most gods.<br /><br />Ralph wasn’t big on telling people what to do…. either. The other god's couldn't<br />get enough of making up laws about this and that, and sometimes they even<br />thought they were doing the right thing; but way more than half the time<br />when a priest asked Ralph a question about the after life or whatever, he<br />would just kind of shrug, and then make it out like 'man wasn't read to<br />know,' though anyone who knew him well knew they were just being blown off<br />because Ralph was bored with the conversation. People expected all the mysteries of the God’s to be revealed to them and that simply couldn’t happen, human brains were simply too small to even begin to explain the mysteries of the universes, so Ralph barely bothered, though he certainly was a strict advocate of animal rights, and did enforce a number of laws about how they were treated.<br /><br />Ralph could see a bit of the future, of course, like all God's, and through the hundreds of peaceful years his tribe co-existed with him, as he protected them from the elements, did a few water to wine tricks… etc… and basically grew close to the humans, he knew that one day the peaceful tribe would be taken over by one of the blood thirsty armies of human's that the other,<br />power-tripping Gods and Men were always putting together in their never ending<br />need to enlarge their audiences, and thus feel more loved and worthwhile<br />and powerful in the earthly realm. <br /><br /> The material earth existed on the only plane not actually created by a god. A chance event that none of them had foreseen, because before earth they had forever lived in planes of their own creation. Come together here, on what started out as essentially neutral ground, the gods were only as powerful as how many human entities they could draw energy from during prayers and other, sometimes surprising, human activity<br />-- such as bowel movements.<br /><br />Ralph liked earth because he didn't have to make everything up himself.<br />In the forever time, he had grown a little bored with concentrating on<br />keeping a universe together, and when the earthly plane appeared to them,<br />during the event humans call the Big Bang, he had welcomed a chance to<br />watch something besides what was essentially his navel. He also liked<br />having someone to talk to. Gods had never thought to talk to each other.<br />They started doing so only on earth. Ralph was in fact the first god to<br />inhabit the earthly plane, and was the first to learn that making friends<br />with creatures like trees would let him remain on the planet. It was a<br />small step from there for a god to look into a human and see the<br />implications of the dawning consciousness for an answer to the question<br />that had begun to haunt them in apehood --- why do we die?<br /><br />Early on, some years he would get behind on the harvest and the<br />villager's would literally spend days in prayer getting him to come down<br />and make their fields grow, yet on the hand he never asked for sacrifices<br />or really much of anything beyond the occasional dinner invitations and to<br />be present at all parties. Hardly any of the villagers seriously even<br />considered converting.<br /><br />The day came when the inevitable army of men covered in steel rode<br />stallions down into the village and began cutting down the men, raping the<br />women, and stealing the children and wealth, as the Christian and Muslim<br />god's had them doing a lot back then -- as well many, many gods long<br />forgotten by man. <br /><br />Ralph did what he could, but he wasn't very powerful<br />when compared to the other prayer inflated gods. He gathered up one<br />family and took them into an astral plane, keeping them there until the<br />marauder’s had all passed and the vengeance of the attacking God died down<br /> and then landed them in a safe village<br />afterwards, where he was able to conjure up a job for the father.<br /><br />Ralph followed that family then, all down the eons, to present day...<br />part of their secrecy was to keep all knowledge of Ralph from the<br />children, who were only told on their eighteenth birthday about their god,<br />Ralph. Ralph tried to make a good impression at such times, usually<br />would shave and tuck in his shirt and make himself smell like something<br />pleasant, like sandalwood. He had a hard time keeping a straight face<br />through all the mumbo jumbo that the various priests had built into the<br />ceremony over the years, and this seemed to endear the new recruits to<br />him. He would give them a few miracles to seal their faith. Something of a guardian angel, and something of a smelly houseguest, the God Ralph has all the normal tenants and rules of any religion, but Ralph could seldom be bothered to remember them in the best of times, and for the last few hundred years he had been smoking weed around the clock. Huge fat Rasta joints that never burned down.<br /><br />Ralph requires one person in the family to write down his exploits, as must be done for god's, so that when he gets bored he can read back on his accomplishments (god's do this a lot more than they ever admit). He chose Mugully Foolip for no other reason than alliteration.<br /><br />Everyone told Mugully that there was an honor that went with being the scribe of a god... But Migully was not so sure... there was the practicality's of bunking with Ralph, -- who could be meddlesome. He also refused to pick up after himself or clean the bathroom -- and for a god like him to do a task like cleaning required about as much effort as half a human thought. He could just think, 'make it clean.'<br /><br />Mugully bitched at him at first... but bitching at a god is a tricky thing. Ralph was known to lash out and give people an extra arm, or make one of their eyes explode. Migully learned his lesson the day he tried to get Ralph to clean up after his nine cats and was turned into a large turd for the day. It was not a mistake he made again. Like most human's, he just ignored his god when he could, and dealt with him when he had to... which was more than he liked, because of the scribe thing.<br /><br /><br />"Someone is at the door, Migully." Ralph didn't like the sound of the doorbell, and it was an annoyance that he blamed entirely on his scribe.<br />"Who is it?"<br />"Okay, I'll check... fucking Mormon."<br />"That's like the third this summer. Don't you think it's about time that you smite one of them? You zapped those scientologists on their first trip here."<br />"Man, can't this wait until there's a commercial?"<br />"He's going to ring that doorbell again in a second."<br />"Okay, okay... there, I just made him spontaneously combust. His fellow missionary is on the lawn right now hysterically wetting himself. Shit, I deserve Nachos or something like that when I answer prayers."<br />"Really?"<br />"Yes, that is a tenant."<br />"It is not."<br />"Sure... something like, Verily bring unto my altars nachos slathered in near-cheese."<br />"I've been your scribe like less than a week, and already... well, you’re tempting my faith, Ralph. God's aren't supposed to lie."<br />"We don't lie, we change the truth. It's really all the difference in the world. Remember that day that I made you into a cat terd?"<br />"I still gag when I think about the inside of my mouth being cat terd."<br />"Unless I get some nachos, you are going to be terded out for like the next week. You can write that up in your scriptures and preach it, man."<br />"Really?"<br />"What did they tell you?"<br />"Anything you want me to write down, I write down."<br />"It's scripture now, baby."<br />"Are all the god's as... cavalier as you?"<br />"Would you rather I rule on abortions, or nachos? Keep the peace, man.. A lot of those gods who you think have all these cool rules, have no better idea than anyone else how you humans should live. You came into existence. You need to just exist, without us telling you what to do. That’s slavery, dude…. I’m mellow like this … the exception, because of the kind of grove that I originally inhabited."<br />"Cedar, right?"<br />"No, we just put that in after that movie Reefer Madness came out. It was a grove of pot. Nice red, hairy buds."<br />"Really?"<br />"No. But that sure would help the taste of those nachos. Put that in there, too -- verily, nachos must... something like, come with holy weed and some sort of smoking device that is not a pop can and a bit of aluminum foil poked with holes."<br />"Look, I'm sorry about that, okay?"<br />"Tell you what, get the nachos and put a bong on my altar, and I'll forgive you."<br />"Okay."<br /><br />Later in the day, after weed and nachos, Thus Spoke the God Ralph: "I am sure that you have heard of De-programming, Muggily, where a cult member is taken to a hotel and fed big Mac’s and forced to watch soap operas and Jim Varney films until they are as normal as the rest of you humans? Well, why doesn't anyone do this with, say, the Mormon's? Or Seventh Day Adventist? I mean, you could even show these Catholic priests a little hetero porno and maybe save some little arse's from being sluiced with Jesus juice. Why not just deprogram whoever you want and then program with a better religion… one that gets pot legalized and shit. Humans have to vote such things, and you know I don’t have the power… I'll need your help snatching enough people to make this effort worth my while."<br /> “Snatching people? What does that mean? NO, the Cult Awareness Network got sued over deprogramming scientologists or something… why go to the bother. “<br />This was the kind of moment Mugily dreaded... everyone had warned him to be careful when trying to dissuade the god from one of his nefarious whims, and he had already spent a day as a terd after complaining about the cat smell. "Uh, Ralph, and wait a minute, isn't the Mormon god a little stronger than you?"<br />"Man, you don't know shit, do you? They all become like mini gods…. That's why I can smite them."<br />"Like the Jehovah Witnesses?"<br />"No, they have a god, he's just too into coke and Viagra to give much of a shit at this point. Like Buddha."<br />"I was an atheist until I turned 18 and we had the Shumbagogo. I never would have believed in any god, let alone you. The more I get to know you the better off I think I was."<br />"Careful, Mugily, as a god, I think of killing you as only slightly more serious than swatting a mosquito... slightly, ever so slightly. So, scribe, just listen to me... a couple I have now gone back in time and a couple months ago I decided that it was high time to start deprogramming some Christians. I thought and thought and thought about things that can radically change someone’s life; something they could convert to instead of their silly myths; something that would hook them, like religion did... finally it came to me -- I'd make them crack addicts. I figured, once I got them addicted to crack they would have to steal and prostitute themselves to support their habits, which would cause their moral compasses to shift all over the place, eventually shattering their lying paradigms and breaking them out of their little 'Denny's Prayer Brunches Mania.'"<br />"Man, you really hate Brunches."<br />"Let no man say other.... they really are soul killers, those brunches. You throw in backgammon and you are on your way to the hell realms, boy. Here's my plan for deprogramming thee twerps, okay? I started with two Mormon kids, a scientologist, and a kabbalah -nut... the Mormons were the first, because they were riding along the street, so I took this van and ran them over, breaking enough bones to make them easy to push around and get in the van and all. I then drove them to a crack house, and had them shot up with heroin, making their pains all go away. Now, I have them on a constant diet of porno and south park, and they seem to be responding well, going from having gag reflexes and shaking their heads to laughing maniacally and masturbating with impunity. The others are coming along nicely, too."<br /><br />"What do you mean, you . . . started?"<br />"Yea, I went back in time, just now.... and started this last Tuesday. You have to remember these conversations for later, scribe. Okay, where…after their bones have healed in horribly mangled ways, they will be in pain for the rest of their lives and thus horribly messed up on pain drugs and as ready to hate god as some... I don't know, wombats, I guess... they are the real hardcore atheists of the animal kingdom, of course."<br />"Really?"<br />"Mugily, you will believe anything, man.?"<br />"Where are these Mormon's and what did you say... scientologists and kabbalah-nuts... that you're experimenting on, exactly."<br />"Oh, I took them to this place I know across state, so you wouldn't get up your brethren and start meddling, like you did when I was growing that Mau Wai."<br />"You almost got us all arrested."<br />"Like I would let that happen."<br />"We never know with you, Ralph. Sometimes you are right there with what color to paint the car, and the next day you can't be bothered to save the dog's life."<br />"I have never let one of your dog's die un-naturally."<br />"Just the humans?"<br />"There are too many of you, Muguily, by the reports of your own damn scientists. Next I am going after a catholic priest. I will attempt to change his sexuality, and if that works, break their Bingo addictions."<br />"I think you should just go to a movie or something."<br />"Too late. Just write shit down and enjoy the ride that is Ralph, okay? Got the nachos and weed?"<br />"Is that all you ever consume?"<br />"Yes." <br /><br />Mugily sat down in the cat scratched black leather coach that had been so pristine when he bought it a year before and had been totally trashed after just six days with Ralph’s unruly, spoiled felines. The room was beginning to smell from the litter again. He was having to change it almost everyday to keep up the illusion that the place did not smell of cat, like he secretly suspected and was indeed correct about, though he would never know because his friends and relatives were just too damn polite to tell him -- not to mention, they all kind of felt for the scribe in Ralph's life.<br /><br />Scribe's often came to bad ends, a miracle gone awry -- once only half of a scribe showed up in Puerto Rico for their annual Smiggly Soo Pen reunion... the other half of the poor man never was found. While Ralph could easily have fixed such errors, he sometimes simply was not 'in the mood,' and there was no reasoning with him at such times. He was a creature used to playing with his moods, trying to keep what he often referred to as, "The Big Chronic."<br /><br />"Hey, I don't see you going out to the kitchen to make me an offering of Nachos?"<br />"Can't you just conjure these things up?"<br />"You know, I'll bet no one makes Jesus get his own nachos."<br />"Can you introduce me to some of these other gods?"<br />"What, you shopping around now?"<br />"No..."<br />"I was kidding, but you are only particularly so... Sometimes reading your mind makes me fucking sick. Oh, don't go there even in your.... now your just thinking nachos, in cheese sauce, trying to throw me... oh, chili and cheese. I think you need to go down to the Tex Mex Chix and get some of those Beaver Meat Cheese Nacho Supremes and I'll ... bless you, or some damn thing. Verily, verily, I say -- goeth in search of Nachos... but first, get something to poke the resin out of my bong and change the beer in there. Verily, verily, I have spoken... whoo, whoo, whoo."<br />"That used to make your priest’s shiver?"<br />"No, shit. It was funny, man, so... you are not scared enough of me, you know? That will probably lead to my accidentally killing you. Well, half accidentally killing you. Oh, I'll see it coming a few days before hand, and I'll think about changing time, tell myself I should... then, it'll be too late and I'll content myself with a new cleric."<br />"Uh, okay... really?"<br />"Sure."<br />"Did you really get the munchies and turn a scribe into Taffy and eat him?"<br />"Now... I can change anything into Taffy, at any time... why the hell would I waste a scribe?"<br />"I just wondered."<br />"Is that in the scripture somewhere?"<br />"I don't think..."<br />"A lot of that shit, I was way too drunk to remember much... you know, how you get all serious and melancholy sometimes... well, when you're a god, you get like this, then you get to exaggerating, as gods do... next thing you know, you've got the book of revelations. Yea, that was me. The Christians pretty much took whatever they found, drew a smiley Jesus face on it and called it their own, you know?"<br /><br /><br />Mugily's neighbors are just the normal, salt of the earth kind of folk that you find out here in the heartland of america... There is Ritlip, molester of plants and hater of noises from small children. He is haunted by his super power -- the ability to hear his neighbors tiniest doings.<br /><br />In the apartment above him was Hiplo, who is obsessed with pouring tins of left over tuna water on panty displays at upscale boutiques (most of them have his picture up in the break room with a 'mace on sight' order, and he indeed gets maced all the time). In his spare time, he lives out a disability he got after taking some psych tests once when he was thinking about joining the army... or the navy... he couldn't remember after awhile and was known to occasionally get stoned on cough syrup and have one or the other branches of the armed services tattooed on his body. In his spare time, he likes to sexual stuffed animals.<br /><br />First floor front apartment was Jakolp, a hot shot, celebrity janitor with a local cable show where he displays pictures of what clogged up various celebrity drains and toilets. Shocking and grotesque, his show is the highest rated in the public access market, with two or three letters a month pouring in from fans. He is a Yugoslavian immigrant who was a reknown heart surgeon in his own country, and resents like hell that he is treated by the stars as their 'toilet toy' (though he was not above copywriting the name, putting it on business cards, and all the other sound business practices that it took for him to take the celebrity janitorial world by storm).<br /><br />In the basement apartment, which is even with the streets, lives a foot fetished out freak, Kiplo, who has paintings and busts of feet filling every space of wall in his place. Suspicious stains on the carpet in front of some of the paintings are explained away as 'glue spills,' though no evidence of actual use of glue has ever been discerned. He is the seeker among the dullards, a guy who thinks anyone who gets a job and has kids and lives a normal life of decorating the garage with power tools was part of a vast conspiracy that was vaguely related to a plot by Beavers to cut human water supplies and return their god to the throne of earth, which he was knocked off when man developed opposing thumbs. He is sure that one day he will find enlightenment, that it will come as a surprise in a box of cereal. This he eats all day and night, and weighs around four hundred pounds... <br /> Kiplo covers his walls in tin foil so it looks cool with colored bulbs, and though no one can stand the cold, cerebrial yet ever so slightly trashy look of his apartment, his neighbors are too afraid of pissing of 'a crazy' to say anything more than the usual polite nicities.<br /><br /><br />Their lives were basically your normal one. They had allegeince with a local gang for protection, paid the cops off, kept up on our health insurance, cashed theirr govchecks and used their stamps. They hadn't even had a water abuse ticket for like three years, before Ralph. <br /><br />Their tranquilty was shredded the day his eleven cats came ripping into the apartment... he even brought a dirty, disgustingly full litter box with him.<br /><br /><br />In less than a week, Ralph had started a religious experiment with brain washing, purely to try to get them to stop ringing his doorbell, though after all the trouble he caused for the humans around him Ralph would have hardly admitted such a thing.he had managed to bring the full wrath of the Mormon church down on their heads. The High, High Mormon, Morman council was convinced that all of the residents of the building were part of some 'Ralph Cult,' as the newspapers were calling them. There sort of was a cult, too, so this made defending themselves against this charge all the harder, of course (though the cult was actually a mind control experiment of Ralph's, where he was deproggramming mormons). Soon the Scamatologists and every religion that Ralph had experimented on, were searching to snuff out the poor residents of Mugully’s building. Tying their fates, inexctractibly, from Ralph == they kept getting killed and having a God around to resurrect is a big boon.<br /><br /><br />A lot changed when the Bush Monarchy took over the world and the rich moved to the moon (finally answering the question of why they didn't mind polluting it all those years -- they'd been planning on moving to the moon for hundreds of years, and considered the environmental destruction of earth 'a jolly good joke on the disgusting, smelly masses’). No more wars, no exploitation, no working sewer systems, and few jobs... luckily, with the rich gone, the mechanical types easily created machines to do all the work so mankind could spend more time exploring such subjects as daytime television soap operas, Some god's were so appalled by Bush letting their beloved earth fall into disrepair that they tried to stop the family from taking over the world and putting a monarchy back in place. . .<br /><br />Ralph was among them. They lost. Too many atheists and people who refused to stick one deity and a lot of the other developments of the twentieth and as losers were kind of just left on earth forgotten. A lot of god's perished outright that day, as people faced down the environmental catastrophe and cursed them. Ralph was lucky in that he was the primary weed connection for one of the young members of his church, or he might have been cursed away as well. Cursed away entails of course being sent to the nethers, where nothing is substantial unless the god's make it -- which is a lot more work than Ralph wants to do on any given day. They could come back as different gods, and often did, though the more powerful gods by then were careful not to let any upstarts gain followers.<br /><br />As per Ralph's rather slipshod godding, they had barely escaped from the Mormon's, who had found out about his cult breaking business and attacked the apartment house with surface to air missiles. At the moment they are in a bus at a very high rate of speed, blowing through red lights and in fact ignoring what is generally thought of as the rules of driving... at first, whenever a cop got on their tale, Ralph was killing them in spectacular flame filled accidents, until Mugily protested that they were just doing their job. After some grumbling about how the human population was causing suffering to the penguin, who Ralph made clear were to be revered as 'nature's goddamn clown, man!'. “But you are right, Muggily… I’ll resurrect the dead cops and send the others across state. No, to Tahiti. There. That’s fucking good karma, which is bullshit.”<br /><br />Ralph was no great driver in the best of times, and as he flew down the highway at 120 he was also drinking a beer and rolling a joint. Muggily was by then quite sick of being killed in accidents and resurrected.<br /><br />"Ralph, there is no need to go this fast. The Mormon's are never going to catch us."<br />"Oh, I'm not worried about them. I already know when and where they are going to catch up us, remember, I’m a fucking God. I'm just kind of getting off on driving fast."<br />"You know, that is fine for someone who is impervious to pain, Ralph, but when us humans die, that shit hurts. I mean, you reattached my head three times today.... and I'm going to puke if I see my intestines splattered on another road. Seriously."<br /><br />"Man, I should fucking smite you for pissing on my buzz. In fact get out ..."<br />"No, not the scripture..."<br />"Hey, you are the fucking scribe of a god, have some respect."<br />"Okay, don't give me a second asshole or something... "<br />"A second asshole, eh?"<br />A shout of surprise from Kibo in the back made clear to Mugily that the temptation of surprising someone with a second asshole had been too much for the god. "Oh, let their asses be, dear lord, Ralph."<br />"Don't get sarcastic with me. Uh, oh... looks like a gas truck up ahead. Get ready to fry boy... "<br />"Noooo.... ahhhh... ugh, ugh... huh..."<br /><br />Once Ralph resurrected and healed everyone, including the truck (which took him mere seconds), Mugily was once more sitting in the front seat, staring down at the road pouring into the windshield, dreading his next death... when Ralph suddenly spied a sign for strawberry pie and changed the truck into a helicopter which kind of zig zagged over farm houses and fields before smashing into the parking lot of a small country restaurant. After resurrecting and healing everyone, they all sat down to some scrumptious pie, and none could help but thank Ralph for the particularly tasty strawberry's, and while he was quick to accept their praise, he had nothing to do with it...<br /><br />On the run from the vast Mormon Mormon High High Counsel, and a crack team of ninja scientologist lawyers, some crazy Kabbalah killers lead by Mad Donna, Assface Kurcher and Demigod Moore, the God Ralph and his often unfaithful followers are trekking across the welfare and robot-worker propped up 'Land of the Once not so free but now really a bit Too Free,' post-Bush world (meeting culture after culture that had sprung up among those . . . 'left behind' . . . when the Bush Monarchy moved the rich to the moon and created The Very Very White World). After three days of driving at speeds upward of 150 miles an hour and causing dozens of accidents that forced Ralph's followers to go through numerous painful resurrections and healings, came to a part of the country that is filled with trailer parks.<br /><br />Trailer parks stretched throughout the mid-Americas for thousands of miles on all sides, and little was known about the inhabitants. Leading into the labyrinths of mediocrity was a road filled with bags of garbage, old car parts, and a number of surprisingly well kept up garden gnomes in various holiday themed outfits. Ralph of course sped up when he saw the barrier and was disappointed when the bus smashed right through. <br /><br />Immediately the world almost seemed to turn on it's side... all the people they were seeing were grossly malformed.... eight arms, three heads, four huge ass cheeks... and not some few of them seemed to have goat horns, and a few had their legs, ears… All of them were extremely fat.<br />"Yuck," Mugily said. "What the hell is wrong with these people?"<br />"Descendents of hillbilly's and white trash and the meth armies and…. Basically, the normal were eaten by the deformed and stupid enough not give a fuck… plus, there is no government in place here to stop inbreeding… and the walk to the neighbor's was too far for them. gGoats were closer than the neighbors too. Usually that doesn't result in offspring, but all the inn-breeding and this strange beer they drink has actually managed to make their genes stupider than normal. They all weigh over three hundred pounds. You notice that?"<br />"Of course, I noticed. They look like huge warts on the landscape."<br />"They would probably look better as warts. Yes... they... would."<br />"Ralph!!! Do not make them . . . into warts… you just act without thinking, and though I know you know the future… I actually go through deaths… and…"<br />As he spoke, two mountainous women in tube tops and short shorts standing outside of a trailer became huge, bloated red warts. Mugily expected this to enrage the others, but instead they non-chalantly began breaking pieces of the warts off, rubbing them on their genitals and then eating them."<br />"Oh, god… Ralph, tell me they don't consider that seasoning?"<br />"They're just seeing where the wart fits best. You fucking humans and your gland rubbing and juices spurting... " The one thing that Ralph found disgusting was human sex. The gods looked at it like humans were basically puking vile juices on one another while flopping about all slapstick -- Mugily suspected this masked Ralph's jealousy over not being able to connect on a deep emotional level, but he was wrong.<br />" They'll eat the evidence in ... wow, they devoured those warts."<br />"Can you bring them back?"<br />"Why?"<br />"Yes. Good point. What's with all these obese Elvis statues?"<br />"They worship the older, dissipated Elvis. They try to look like him. Mostly they just watch soap operas, drink beer and have family oriented orgies. Very Zen people."<br />"Don't stop anywhere."<br />"We have to. I've already told Elvis's ghost that I will talk to these people on his behalf. He doesn't like being the patron saint of Gravy and Biscuits. He wants Cadillac’s. I'm going to see what I can do. I loved Hound Dog. Once played it for fifteen years straight. I'm going to give them some more warts to eat, to ... uh, make friends."<br />"Ralph, don't piss them off. Can't you see they all have shotguns in their pick ups and those little confederate flags that on their bumpers, the ones that declare -- 'Too Stupid For History Class."<br />"Mugily, my scribes usually do what I tell them."<br />"And look where that has gotten you Ralph? We've got Ninja scientologists, mad cap Mormons... that whore Mad Donna... all trying to kill us. They've already succeeded like twenty times and I am so sick of feeling my own death.... and they'll kill us again if you keep warting these people."<br />"I'm just trying to make following me fun. Forgive me for enriching your pathetic little human life. Well, I guess we should stop and talk to them."<br />"No, let's just keep..."<br />"Hey, look, a statue of Elvis with a chicken wing hanging out of his mouth.... Oh, reading their minds is pretty gross... all they think about is beer... and their sisters, mothers, uncles... wow, I thought you were sick, but these humans. . All they eat is gravy and biscuits... barbecue their dead at big, ritual parties where the women flash their breasts and the men flash their... these guys have big asses."<br /><br />As the unwieldy crowds gathered around the Bus, Ralph took the PA and began speaking to them: "Listen, we don't have a lot of time... first off, I am Ralph, a god, and I am here with news from Elvis. He wants you to give up goat fucking, first off."<br /><br />Hearing their beloved goat fucking maligned by an outsider pissed off the Elvi Peep's (as they called themselves). Enraged cries of, "What? Take away goat fucking? That's blasphemy!"<br />"Only one touching my goats is me, and peoples who can trade a sheep or a large cat." "Get him!!! Make him fuck a goat!!"<br /><br /><br />Ralph waved his hand in the air and bongs suddenly appeared in the hands of one and all... "Here, this is my special blend. I want you to put down your beers, inhale the weed, and lose your four or five extra asses, okay?"<br /><br />Beer cans and rocks and small children began to pelt the bus as the angry crowd threw whatever was close at the interlopers who were threatening one of the profound tenants of the Elvi -- 'No Goat Shall Go Unsodomized."<br /><br />"Look, you walking warts... Elvis has spoken to me, okay? Why the hell else would I come here?"<br />"To fuck goats?" One of the crowd asked?<br />"No, you see... I'm here... "<br /><br />A commotion on the edge of the crowd caught their attention. Then a group of black clad ninja's and hippy looking people with red garrotes could be seen trying to fight their way to the bus. The commotion died down almost as soon as it began.<br /><br />"Ralph, what is it?" Mugily asked the now seemingly bored god.<br />"Oh, the wart people are eating the scientologists, cabalists, and Mad Donna and her hanger ons. They're already sending out replacements after us."<br /><br />"People of the trailer world,” Ralph told the crowd, "We brought this offering of folks to ritually sodomize and barbecue as a way of showing our friendship. Now ... there... you are cured of your impulses toward goats and relatives."<br /><br />Cries of approval immediately began to come from the crowd.<br /><br />"Hey, Elvis never shared his drugs..."<br />"Will you bless my gravy and biscuits?"<br />"Thanks for making me despise my uncles asshole, Ralph."<br /><br />And lots of other affirmative remarks which helped to quell the trembling in Mugily's bowels that he had been feeling ever since learning he was distantly related to the white trash that he was sure would eventually ritually sodomize them, which they called ‘stuffing,’ and then cook him up in a barbecue.<br /><br />Later that week, as they drove out of the other side of the trailer park, the ghost of Elvis tearfully saw them off, then went off to be reincarnated as a common, garden variety toad, which had been the earliest and most pure dream of his childhood.<br /><br /><br />After curing the inbreeding and goat fucking tendencies of the Elvi-Peeps, Ralph and his not really all that faithful followers drove the RV through miles and miles of beet fields. The beets were getting on everyone's nerves, as beets tend to do. . . especially evil beets, as these surely were. Ralph finally changed them all to bushes growing little lamb heads but no sooner did they kind of laugh at his miracle then there was a loud crack of lightening, the sky turned black, and the beets were back -- and this time they seemed even more menacing.<br /><br />"Shit." Ralph looked about nervously, which made Mugily the Cleric very, very, very nervous, because he had never seen or heard of Ralph getting nervous.<br />"What is it Ralph?"<br />"Those damn Elvi-Peeps are praying to me... oh, no... they've made me THE PATRON SAINT OF NOT FUCKING YOUR Uncle’s ASS.... Jesus is jealous. You know all the 'no god before' me crap he is always preaching. Their prayers have unwittingly made me powerful. Getting the attention of the man is the last thing I need, Mugily."<br /><br />A thousand foot high visage of a storming and raging Jesus Christ appears in the road in front of them, surrounded by millions of angels armed with swords spewing orange and yellow fire.. Under his breath, Ralph whispered to Muggily, "Jesus is such a fucking drama queen... hey, ooh, I'm Jesus, watch me cure some leper's. . . there is nothing to curing lepers."<br /><br />Without bothering to stop the bus from careening down the road at a hundred and fifty miles an hour, Ralph flew up and out in front of the huge Jesus face and told him, "They are not worshiping, me, man... they are just confused by the loss of Elvis, like all Hillbilly's they believed he was immortal."<br /><br />The bus carrying Ralph's followers crashed into a viaduct and they were trapped in the gnarled wreckage slowly broilng to death.<br /><br />Ralph tried to explain to Jesus that he was in no way trying to get followers or anything of the sort -- "You know me, man..." He told the enraged deity, " I can barely remember to keep my fifteen alive. Half the time I can't even remember to do that."<br /><br />Jesus, seemingly having none of Ralph's explanation, raised his arm as if to smite.... The sky turned black and a howling wind blew up... then, the Robed one started laughing and all the angels' joined. Ralph, we had you shitting in your pants, didn't we, Ralph!!!?? Ha, good old Ralph, never too quick on the uptake are you?"<br /><br /><br />Ralph explained all this to his followers when he next resurrected them to continue eluding the Mad Donna, Assface Kurcher, Bouncing Tommy Cruise and the Demi-God -- who have already killed them all dozens and dozens of times, and more than likely will again and again...<br /><br /><br />The Blessed Rv was stopped at a boarder crossing run by seven foot tall, burly pigs. They spoke perfect English, in mannerisms that were recognizable as human. The guards were looking for Jewish or Muslim names, and then forcing them, in small tent chapels set up just for this purpose at every crossing, airport and train station in the country, to either convert and pledge allegiance to the god of the pigs, Porky, or simply disavow human religions all together. No one was actually thrown out for having one of the two prejudice filled religions, because everyone knew the policy; people who were unwilling to say a few otherwise meaningless words simply stayed out Pigland.<br /><br /><br />Mugily had no idea such a beast existed and at first thought Ralph had changed them into pigs, and he half expected them to look at their hooves and start screaming, then kill him again. Constantly being killed, often horrifically and slowly, had torn Mugily's mind a bit-- broasting in the burning RV once for forty excruciating minutes was a particular motif in his reoccurring nightmares. A twitch under his eye bothered him immensely, got him to habituate, when talking to other people, to holding his hand up over the offending tick -- an un-natural position which actually emphasized the tic to whomever he was talking to.<br /><br />Others were showing much more outward signs of stress of being on the run.. Kiplo the food fetishist had taken to stringing shoes around his neck, waist, arms... he had red high heels and black, shiny combat boots and slippers and moccasins. The Toilet Boy To The Stars, the once cocky and proud celebrity janitor, was constantly cleaning the Rv, often for up to 36 hours at a stretch. When he was asked why, he would get all abusive and superior, once telling Mugily, "You can live like this if you want, but not me, man. I will not live in filth. You think you know shit. You don't know shit. I know shit. I seen some shits." He would then keep up his mutterings for hours. It didn't take long for everyone in the RV to learn to just step over and around him as if he were a sleeping dog.<br /><br />Ralph too was a little disturbed at the moment, though not about the deaths of the humans, which he considered insignificant since he could resurrect them. To his god ears, the humans complaints about the agony of their deaths<br />was pointless whining about the human condition. When Ralph talked to Jesus,<br />he thought he was talking to an old friend, until it was revealed to him, in the cruelty of the practical joke Jesus had played on him, that they were less than friends. Indeed, Ralph had realized then and there that the other gods thought he was stupid. All because he had chosen to just be a part of the physical environment, to accept and kind of relish it, rather than attempting to make it like his own realm.<br /><br />After the pigs passed them through, a shaken Mugily started to ask Ralph a question, and as always as his mouth started to open... the answer appeared in his mind.<br /><br /><br />The Rising was behind the first pig out of the blur of a low intelligence. They believed that just because humans were the first species to employ the benefit of high intelligence and speech capabilities, that gave us no right to effectively stop the evolution of other animals by keeping them tightly penned and stupid in a life track going quick from a womb to the slaughter house. They conducted their experiments completely off the map, on a small island in Indonesia patrolled by a vicious private army.<br /><br />The first Pig, Heeply, after being educated and socialized, was quick to accept that they had been eaten -- after all, the pig had never been above eating a human. The hatred of the Jew and Muslim, though -- that still lived on, even a hundred years after the eating of meat was effectively banned by the Un. This riled the pig, like any prejudice will the demonized party, and after many years...they started petitioning the Un to stop the Jews and Muslims from spreading slander about how they were 'unclean,' and other vile words that were peppered about their holy books. The Jews and Muslims still refuse to touch the pig. Won't shake their hands, allow them into their holy places or delis or cafeterias.<br /><br />There were problems with the first pigs, a lower intelligence than expected resulted. The Rising Group rushed through the experimental phase to trials on pigs, and then when there were problems with the intelligence of the first hundred, none of them would have even considered killing off the mistakes.<br />The pigs were raised as secular speciest... and would have perhaps easily integrated into the World Culture if not for their finding out, and then reading up on, the Jew and Muslim prejudice against them. The idea of a religion itself intrigued them, unfortunately; they had been deep spiritualists before the group gave them intelligence and an education. Some of them longed to be one of the Before pigs, the ones lacking the genetic askewing, but when they themselves were running their own labs, and discovered how easily they could just damage their brains, none of the pigs were willing to give up who they were.<br /><br />Two hundred years into the Awake Time -- as the pigs called the period before their DNA was supercharged, the slow simmering anger against the religious prejudice against them finally exploded. Three pigs were protesting in front of a Mosque in Iran and a religious nutshot them dead with an ak-898 (a seventeen year old who later claimed in court that he had been sexually molested and then indoctrinated into an illegally controlling religion--laws had long since stripped the con-pastors of their ability to use brain washing techniques to convince people of their mania, and some of the perpetrators indeed were jailed) . After this, the pigs all moved, in mass, to one of the communities emptied when the Bush Dynasty moved the wealthy to the succulent playground of the moon, where the god Jesus was the sole deity worshiped.<br /><br />There was a little known fact about the situation of the gods, one known only by a few, mostly Jesus and his pals and Ralph-- who it was assumed was too stoned to remember what other god's talked about, so they spoke in front of him about matters they otherwise would have kept secret. The secret was this: Jesus was not actually sustained as the most powerful god by the worship of the Moon dwellers, like was popularly thought. It was assumed, because of a mind habit picked up during the eons of human social evolution, that the power of the rich man's prayer was somehow worth more than the poor mans, yet in truth it took almost all of Jesus’ followers on earth, plus those favored by the Bush Dynasty, to keep his supreme throne.<br /><br />And even through Jesus had made it out like it was a joke when he almost smited Ralph, he could sense that there was some kind of probably unconscious reason Jesus had chosen just that moment to play his damned joke -- Ralph had been inadvertently picking up followers. Probably not him, but Mohhama-mohn, or one of the other powerful gods, might make a play to get some followers on the moon if they knew they merely had to convert a few hundred poor ass humans -- who most gods knew could be bought by answering a few prayers.<br /><br />The moon was a garden paradise entirely constructed from the memories of the wealthy into polo grounds, golf courses, airports and large gated communities dotted with specialty shops -- and was indeed coveted by the other gods, especially after the destruction of the earth's fauna and sea life made most of the earth thick, lifeless mud.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ralph and the crew stopped for breakfast at a diner. The celebrity janitor took one look in the door of the dingy room filled with small troughs containing various types of gruel and said, "No! I will not eat in a fucking restaurant called The Pig Sty." <br />A pig just inside the door heard him and his hat actually rose up off as his head from the hairs on his neck bristling in rage. "What," he yelled at the startled celebrity janitor, who despite his physical job was actually weak and scrawny and prone toward lovers handles and a small, though quite noticeable, belly flap, "is wrong with eating in a Pig Sty?" Then he screamed in a squealing, high pitched voice that turned the heads of pigs walking all down the city block and further, "We got us a Muslijew!!!"<br /><br /><br />Ralph was stoned and the munchies were a raging and he was intent on getting pancakes smothered in rich, real butter and thick syrup into his stomach. He waved off the pissed off pigs in a way that sent their anger wafting away on an invisible breeze. "He is not a Muslim or a Jew. You know, you would think, victims of prejudice like you pigs would just get over prejudice altogether, rather than going down to their level and actually becoming part of the problem. Do what you want, though, I don't care as long as someone else makes me breakfast because, even though I am god and could just make the food appear, then there is no anticipation involved. . . lacking that, things simply aren't as relished, and if you don't relish, well . . you might as well have not been born at all, eh?"<br /><br />The pigs around the table were impressed by what they thought were Ralph's words, though it was as much a reaction to his getting rid of the anger in their minds and tweaking the hormones that would make them receptive, so Ralph could get his breakfast quicker. Mugily and the other disciples had come to rightly fear the uses of Ralph's powers. Something usually happened to them, as if they were in a bad horror movie or a twilight zone with a Faustian air, where any use of magic brought a price in pounds and pounds of flesh. At the time, though, it seemed like their breakfast went on to take off without a hitch . . . What they didn’t know is that the pig that was pissed off was the son of the ruling porker of Pigland. Hoppy had actually already been pissed off when the God and his entourage walked in.<br /><br />As his father explained to him two days before, and set off such a quivering in his son's soul that he had been riding aimlessly around Pigland on a motorbike ever since, "We have film of a rabbit that bested our god. A rabbit. Even a little wild pig could kill a rabbit, let alone with that gun... but no, our god is a baffoon."<br /><br />The pigs had originally created their religion around what they believed to be the first talking pig. This sad fact was<br />based on very little evidence -- an amusement park ride and stills from various films showing a brave pig with a gun -- they knew not why he was walking with the gun, and assumed, in the revolutionary thinking that was popular just after the pigs settled Pigland, that he protected his oppressors against the Muslim and Jewish religions prejudice, as well as the Christians and others who wanted to eat them…<br />Now, Porky Pig had been revealed to be a buffoon in other cartoons, and Hoppy was right then questioning his god and who should walk in but… a god who could wave his arm and stop a murderous pack of pigs from verbally berating a group who looked enough like Muslijews to get beat up in some bars -- and the pigs lived for such moments, which actually never came though they were often portrayed on Pigland soap operas and light comedic movies.<br /><br />As they drove off Ralph explained what had happened to Mugily and Kiplo and gang. "Yea, they started this religion after finding an old amusement park ride featuring porky. It didn't work, wasn't much left – but they figured it was Porky hunting humans. So that became their churches, you know, rides . . . like the old haunted houses in the traveling circuses with their creaky little cars and chains . . . except a lot better. I think if I ever was to start a religion, I would use this style of worship."<br />"You have a religion, Ralph."<br />"No, I have a few humans I half-ass watch out for, a family kind of. I make the religion up for your kids, you know? I helped usher in the whole idea of Childhood, man. Before me, you humans treated kids over three as little adults. And usually little adults that everyone around was abusing, which taught them to abuse the kids. A vicious cycle. So I got the whole waiting until after puberty thing started. I tried to get it raised up to 21 even once, but then I kind of sobered up and wondered where that impulse had come from, you know?"<br />"So we're not a religion?"<br />"Sometimes it would be fun to be worshiped, Mugily, but that’s all a big lie. You <br />humans never really worship anything--- you are really mostly looking for an angle, some <br />divine sugar daddy who can give you wealth. That's the kind of shit some gods do, man. <br />Me? I’d rather just state what's on my mind. Hell, I’m going to anyways." <br />“What is with all these weird houses…”<br />“Oh, these are people who just live playing the GAME. They get enough money together <br />to buy these pods, where they just play the game all day. Around here, they knocked out religion, self-help books, lapdog celebrity/wealth worship, sports, and anything else unrelated to what they call here, of course . . . The Game. They hooked up food and toilet tubes, and shit. They consider it going out into society to meet others on the net, as avatars, where they have developed such unrealistic ideas about beauty that they think humans in person are remarkably ugly. They stopped all actual leaving of their houses decades ago. They all live alone, of course; since their parents died and left them the houses. The pigs put them all on government assistance. They really are a lot better at running governments than humans. They aren’t afraid of their impulses. They want to eat, screw, drink all the time, and the only reason they don’t is that The Dream of Porky is drilled into them as the only thing more important, and as such they go to work and keep things going, all in all . . . and they don't actually like drinking until they vomit, which to the food loving pig is seen as a sign of the worst sort of excess."<br />"Are you kidding me, Ralph?"<br />"No... Come on, when have I ever kidded you?"<br />"You had me literally shitting in my pants, after convincing me that Armageddon was exactly eight minutes off. Worse few minutes of my life."<br />"Visions of a nuclear Armageddon always get you baby boomers<br /><br />Ralph has the RV stopped in a rest area, overlooking a vista of field after field of the grey, muddy sludge that had replaced the grass and the forests. A warm wind was blowing the stench of a putrid landfill into their faces as they silently stretched their legs.<br /><br />Ralph occasionally, like just then, had regrets about the way he had played the whole god game on earth. Every time a species died out he had killed a few humans before he could reign in his anger -- DOG FIGHTERS, guys who raised animals for any sport, for that matter…. He let his followers think it was all arbitrary, but he could see just enough of the future to know who he was going to get for what….. he had no idea the gods would destroy something like earth in their quest for power. Power?<br /><br />Ralph thought of power as responsibility, and that was the last thing he wanted. ... though when the wild animals on the planet were all gone, he had begun to spend a lot of time in the past , going back and revisiting the long lost, dark green quiet of forests, the laughter of clean rippling streams. .. and then, he would have changed the course of earth had he been powerful enough…. The only past he could recreate was one in his own universe, of course… or he would have just taken his followers there. But Ralph, despite his anti-intellectual appearance, was deep enough to feel like there was no way he was going to pretend that he knew what was best for every human on the planet. The gods were forever doing that and always wrong.<br /><br />Now, after the other gods had grown practically too strong to be challenged, he was finding himself suddenly gaining followers.<br /><br />He had realized something else about Jesus during the practical joke -- the deity did not take him seriously. Ralph had been surprised at the time to find his old buddy had grown into such an asshole. Standing there looking at what the ruling four percent of humans had done to the earth, he realized that he was gaining followers without even trying, and for the first time ever, he wondered if he should have played the whole god game, been political around the other gods and solicitous to the humans? That wasn't him, but he doubted it was the other gods, either -- at least until they became involved in the power games and started judging themselves and others by how much earthly stock they held. Still.... he might have been able to stop the destruction that turned the look out point from a gorgeous vista of receding pine forests into a place to mourn.<br /><br />Ralph told his followers only, "I just figured out that I could probably take over the moon, give you guys an Eden."<br /><br />All but Mugily were awed at the thought of going a place none of them could even think of without choking on rage and hatred at the Bush Dynasty. . . Eden.<br /><br />"They wouldn't let a black guy like me up there," kiplo said.<br />"Well, see... the Bushes would have to be... taken out of power, and then... Mugily and me would be setting up new rules... and you guys, too... except, nothing about foot fetishes or cleaning rituals. I have been working a long time to get rid of white and black as labels... You know, I used encourage, back when your family needed to be kings for awhile to protect this valley… inter-racial marriages all the time. I tell people it is purely for aesthetics, actually... you have to admit, you white humans look half finished or something."<br />"You’re white?"<br />"No, I am deeply tanned."<br />The Janitor to the stars spoke next, asking a question that they had all contemplating asking, "Ralph, why does a god like you have to chain-smoke joints all the time?"<br />"I don't."<br />"Every time any of has seen you, you have joint in the corner of your mouth."<br />"I started smoking the stuff after finding out the effect it has on the humans around me. They are a little more creative, a bit sillier, take life and all just a little easier. When I am not around humans, I don't smoke it all... "<br /><br />Mugily was skeptical. "Should I write that up in the official scripture, or are you going to give me a different answer for this question next time it is asked?"<br /><br />"This is another one of those things that is too complex for me to convey to a small, human brain."<br /><br />Mugily knew the last statement was how Ralph blew off conversations because they bored him. Obviously Ralph was getting something out of the weed -- even if it was more pleasant human contact.<br /><br />"I have another question. You're a god, so how about a little enlightenment for us? When does that happen."<br />"I'm not going to make you into something that you aren't. Humans are not enlightened, and to make you so would ruin what you are. Now let us silently pray."<br /><br />Asking for prayer was the most polite way that Ralph demanded silence from his followers -- he had once sent the snoring Celebrity Janitor onto the roof of the bus, where he was blown off immediately. He remained dead for sixteen hours before someone asked Ralph about him.<br /><br />Ralph indeed had wanted to finish his thought... though it was sure a buzz killer -- if he was willing to clean up his act and be all selfless, he could get enough followers on earth to knock Jesus down a few pegs…. In fact, he had always liked Jesus and felt like he could convince him, if he didn’t have to always watch his back, if all the religions could just get along… then Jesus could do his thing without the violence he knew the deity liked to avoid.<br /><br /> Ralph would then have to spend a lot of his mental energy keeping his flock and all, and nothing would ever be the same.<br /><br />A black helicopter appears from behind a brown mud horizon, zooms straight in on them fast as hell and begins firing machine guns, huge metal contraptions strapped to the landing gear and spitting a steady stream of exploding bullets.<br /><br /><br />Soon enough, the invincible Ralph was standing in a pile of dead disciples. He checked to see who was in the helicopter and found the beagle with Mad Donna's head, a couple Assface Kurcher clones and a Bouncing Tommy Death Doll. He flicks a finger and ball of white lightening encompasses the helicopter, smiting them down into a dust of the same grey as the muddy hills.<br /><br />Ralph resurrected his followers and began the journey down the mountain of mud, to the land of the Specialists, where he needed just a few thousand followers to take over the moon... or, so he thought.<br /><br /><br />His followers pulled out a bottle of vodka and were doing shots, trying to quiet their nerves . . . they were really starting to get irritated with Ralph's saving them only after they were dead. Ralph enjoyed the spectacular accidents too much to take their opinions seriously. What could they do?<br /><br /><br />He wouldn't be able to get away with shit like that if he had to win over a large flock of humans. His god mind could tell that he was spreading from pig to pig through their land, a god who they could worship instead of Porky... they even designed a game Ralph The God, getting the human gamers in their lands to inadvertently worship him too. That along with the Elvi-peeps was a good chunk of the center of the Americas. As long as the powerful gods were taking him for a stoner concerned only with the next joint, his conversions would look accidental to them -- since the first ones were. As long as he wasn't noticed by any of them preaching or answering prayers, he could probably keep up the farce for enough months to gain enough prayer strength to toss out the egotist Egoists Gods and find a way to work out something with Jesus, who he really did not want to go to war against. Something glimmered further off into the future than he had before then… a vision of gods and humans sitting down at a huge table… and there was something else, at the table there was another being… something… above even Gods… Ralph heard a voice then telling him, “Go with my son and make the humans live in peace.”<br /><br />And, the rest is history…scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-25901224928509589482008-04-30T07:38:00.000-07:002008-04-30T07:39:04.918-07:00we must stop slavery now<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoYT7O3l880Wc4J7Ze28AI8vWVVMP9gBNzNMsZXTpu8udW_gLRcTC4QO7xP3Eu9iVZzvJNNcYuj4q6eAz__it8arXXr-64wyIWS8_ZX5qshxwagnHukzVravdsdC2ZuDvuywh6cAkSio/s1600-h/aachildlabornyt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoYT7O3l880Wc4J7Ze28AI8vWVVMP9gBNzNMsZXTpu8udW_gLRcTC4QO7xP3Eu9iVZzvJNNcYuj4q6eAz__it8arXXr-64wyIWS8_ZX5qshxwagnHukzVravdsdC2ZuDvuywh6cAkSio/s400/aachildlabornyt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195046701482255666" /></a><br /><br />from the nyt<br /><br /><br />A girl cried after being rescued on Monday from a factory where she had been forced to work in Dongguan, China. <br />By DAVID BARBOZA<br />Published: May 1, 2008<br />SHANGHAI — China said Wednesday that it was investigating whether hundreds or perhaps thousands of children from poor areas in the southwest part of the country were sold to work as slave laborers in booming coastal factory cities.<br /><br />Authorities in southern Guangdong Province, near Hong Kong, said they had already “rescued” over 100 children from factories in the city of Dongguan, a huge manufacturing center known for producing and exporting toys, textiles and electronics.<br /><br />The children, mostly between the ages of 13 and 15, were often tricked or kidnapped by employment agencies working in an impoverished part of western Sichuan Province, and then sent to factory towns in Guangdong, where they were often forced to work as much as 300 hours a month for little money, according to government officials and accounts from the state-owned media.<br /><br />The authorities in southern China said Wednesday that they had arrested several people involved in the case and that they were now trying to determine the identities of the children.<br /><br />"These youngsters have no ID cards, so it makes it difficult to identify them," said Zhang Xiang, a spokesman for the Guangdong Labor Bureau. The child labor scandal, which was uncovered by Southern Metropolis, a crusading newspaper based in Guangzhou, in southern China, comes less than a year after the authorities said they had rescued hundreds of people, including children, from working as "slave laborers" in brick kilns in the north and central part of the country. <br /><br />Many of the workers in that case also said that they had been kidnapped.<br /><br />"The Liangshan child labor case is quite typical," says Hu Xingdou, a professor of economics and social policy at the Beijing Institute of Technology. "China’s economy is developing at a fascinating speed, but often at the expense of laws, human rights and environmental protection."<br /><br />Professor Hu said that while Beijing has pushed to improve labor conditions throughout the nation, local governments are still driven by incentives to grow their economy, and so they try to lure cheap labor. "Most of the workforce comes from underdeveloped or poverty-stricken areas," he says. "Some children are even sold by their parents, who often don’t have any idea of the working conditions."<br /><br />The child labor cases are an embarrassment to the Chinese government, which has in recent years announced a series of nationwide crackdowns on child labor and labor law violations.<br /><br />But experts say rising labor, energy and raw material costs, and labor shortages in some parts of southern China, have forced some factory owners to cut costs or find new sources of cheap labor, including child labor.<br /><br />Even factories that supply global companies, including Wal-Mart Stores, have been accused in recent years of using child labor, and violating local labor laws. Big corporations have stepped up their factory audits, but suppliers are sometimes adept are hiding operations and workers from auditors.<br /><br />Officials in the city of Dongguan say they are now investigating all factories in the area to determine whether any are employing children. Young people can legally go to work in factories at age 16.<br /><br />In a series of articles this week, journalists working for Southern Metropolis wrote that they had traveled to Liangshan Prefecture in Sichuan Province to pose as recruiters and interview parents and other residents.<br /><br />The newspaper said recruiters and labor agencies working in Liangshan often transported children south and then "sold" them to factories at virtual auctions in Guangdong Province, one of China’s biggest manufacturing centers and home to a huge population of migrant workers.<br /><br />At some coastal factories, children were even lined up and selected based on their body type, the journalists wrote.<br /><br />The newspaper also alleged that when the children were paid, they received about three renminbi per hour, or about 42 cents, far below the local minimum wage of about 64 cents an hour. By law, overtime pay is much higher.<br /><br />Chen Fulin, a government spokesman in Liangshan Prefecture in Sichuan Province, said in a telephone interview Wednesday that the articles on child labor in Southern Metropolis were correct.<br /><br />"So far, we have detected and found four people in Zhaojue County suspected of luring the youngsters from Liangshan to Dongguan and forcing them to work in factories," he said. "We are dealing with the illegal employment agencies and the labor dealers, according to the law." In its report, Southern Metropolis said some children were threatened with death if they tried to escape from labor recruiters.<br /><br />The newspaper did not identify the coastal factories where the children worked but the report said one was a toy factory in Dongguan, and that it had not been difficult for the journalists to uncover the labor scandal.<br /><br />"Since journalists could discover the facts by secret interviews in a few days," Southern Metropolis wrote in a separate editorial on Tuesday, "how could the labor departments show no interest in it and turn aside from it for such a long time?"<br /><br />Chen Yang contributed research for this article.scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846689785877807053.post-53301370483961372752008-04-29T20:22:00.000-07:002008-04-29T20:23:07.510-07:00a suite of living hamstersA SUIT OF LIVING HAMSTERS <br />home <br />by jsr<br /><br />13/08/06<br />12:21 AM<br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I went to M. this morning with my idea to spend the rent money on a suit of living hamsters, trained to kill; told her, "Look, next time someone tries to force me into a van, and kidnap me, they will be grabbing a rabid hamster hell bent on biting." I pointed at my stick drawings showing a man holding a gun on me as a hamster bites off the offending arm (this is an exaggeration -- it actually takes them quite an effort to break the skin at their present skill level, though training should clear this up any day now, I expect).<br /><br />"How often do people try to kidnap you? You don't leave the apartment except to walk the dog."<br /><br />"There was an incident ... just yesterday . . . I didn't want to alarm you until I had thought of a solution, like this Anti-Terrorist Hamster Device that I am proposing. Not that I want you to feel pressured into making a decision, or anything, but I really should point out that you more than likely hold the very fate of the apartment in your hand, M.... if not the entire goddamn neighborhood!!"<br /><br />"Yea, right... I told you already, there is no way in hell that I am going to let you hire a tailor to make little hamster pockets in a suit for those hamsters."<br />"You told me that I couldn't hire a tailor to make pockets. Thank dog you said nothing about not gluing hamsters to a suit, or I wouldn't even be able to create proto-type."<br /><br />"You know that I meant, no suit, period."<br /><br />"No, when you say, "Don't hire a tailor to create hamster pockets, no matter how good the idea is... not that you said it like this... regardless, this means -- don't hire a tailor to create hamster pockets, and nothing more. Sometimes M., it is really hard, for an English Major, like me, to talk to you."<br /><br /><br />I've just begun to strategize on how to get this Suite Of Armor That Can Actually Attack into production. . . if anyone can think of how to talk some sense into M., you would be doing me a favor if you gave her a call and tried to talk some sense into her. Everytime I try to bring this up again she starts throwing stuff at me. She actually threw the cat at me this morning. A declawed cat, freaked out and screaming, is not something you ever want hurled at your crotch, believe me. <br /><br /><br />The 89.73 hours that I spent working out the schematic drawings of the suit and researching tecniques to drive hamsters stark raving mad were not entirely wasted, I suppose... I just can't help but believe that I am one step closer to my ultimate goal of merging Man and Hamster's DNA into a super being... Oh, if mankind could just have the brain of the hamster!!!! We could achieve so much!!! Like greater powers of navigating habit trails, for instance...scott ridgwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08522092449977312429noreply@blogger.com0