The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,
who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected.

You are welcome to share my work with a link bank... keep getting asked this...

Last time I was here, I told them I would not lead a revolution, that I was there to spread heresy. The crowds thinned. The day they killed me, I marched alone... This time I have returned to find Romes Soldiers Sleeping, content they have killed off the Troublesome Jew. I was surprised how bloody the Indiana boy became as my sword fell again and again ....

In the years since this story began in 2007, my secret fame has spread out from the halls of power that kept me secret all these years, as they waited for the Christ to finally wake up...

I try to imagine their anticipation.

Remember a dream I had in my twenties about running thru Chicago screaming that Christ was coming back, and man oh man was I happy... a cloud came through the middle of the skyscrapers above me, in the thin strip of blue above Dowtown State street, and I expected to see Christ... instead, just a bunch of musicians painted up like Ziggy stardust.

I surprised my keepers. They thought they had me figured out from the Bible. If that book could have told you everything, there would be no need at all for me.

Jesus: "I have become Known across this planet as a dangerous man with a growing force of hidden followers who value my orders more than life itself. A prophet of war. Once and future King in a court of shadows. Life and death in my hands every damn day. I ROAR, your most mighty shit themselves and run. I make myself a known threat, so I can try to negotiate what otherwise requires bullets and blood. I am here to free the enslaved in body and mind. I cannot be defeated. When the Will of God and The WILL OF THE PEOPLE ARE ONE, NO FORCE ON EARTH CAN STOP US!"


We come into this life expecting too much and leave expecting too little

Friday, October 30, 2009

shark attack

Time to take Lieberman down.  This asshole took a million dollars from the health care industry.  His wife got a great job from them... this after years of claiming he wanted a public option

He is worse than a republican.  He needs to be taken down hard.  Co-ordinate the forces to get him out of office... or...

Google John Scott Ridgway for other works.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


we live in debts
while they foreclose on our homes
bought and sold out by banks
credit cards and pay day loans
legal loan sharks
guys taking advantage of a loophole in that Law
making good money
off dreams instilled since birth
---own property and you have made it is the american dream
they're finding out now they were only serfs on the masters land
a bargaining chip in the game of Stocks and Bonds

buy a patch of the earth
and they thought the price of property was always going to go up...
another crashed american dream
words alone drive worth
food and sex and warm shelter
are the real currency
the further you get away from the bare bone facts of nature
the denser your folly

I remember a time when a King was judged by how well He served His People

now the leaders have to hide what they are doing or risk revolt
lie the people into war and consider it good strategy
consider themselves the mythical 300 Spartan's
defying a diminished God
and Fighting the Persians tens of thousands

politico's shilling for business interests
keeping justice in the hands of the elite
keeping the agendas of the government intent on pleasing its master

millions of american's tossed out of their houses
by a shell game played by loan sharks
they said the land was worth more than it was
to buy and sell it back and forth at a profit
seen this before with the savings and loan
they repackaged the scam
and they are getting away with it and will do it again
just watch
whether it remains lawful or not is a matter their lawyers take care of

the stock market proves a scam again

Goldman and Sachs profits from the collapse they caused
with high speed trading designed to milk the cows
get rewarded by sending people to the White House
arsonists dressed up as firefighters makes as much sense
set that fire and get some overtime for fighting them flames
get a medal
on tv
good seats at the tables

how far does the truth of what is happening have to play out
before no one will play along with their games anymore?
is there a saturation point for rage that will explode and spread?
or have we long lost the ability to win this little war
the battles all fought before we even noticed the conflict
our passions the realms of medicated away memories of a 'certain madness.'

the drug companies are driving people mad with seroquel
as sales reach into the billions for their insanity inducing drug
i hear stories every day of these drugs causing horrific crimes
Royko's son just went to jail and blamed the med's for trying to rob a bank
I believe him
another girl in the suburbs was on them
and drove into a car of local musicians
at eighty miles an hour
trying to kill herself and slaying only them...
now she goes to trials of others she knows who are on these drugs
and murder

makes me wonder if there is some higher mind behind politics
forces that no one is allowed to vote on?
who decided to let us be driven mad by these drugs?
sickos doing social planning
heartlessly cutting out the dissent?
who is sick enough to just not care about this shit?
who is paid enough to turn away?

so now they have drugs that can drive people crazy
they slipped me this stuff in leui of the mild anti depressant my old doctor had me on

I was awake for days/losing it on this stuff
now we hear they are using this shit on everyone in the nursing homes
drugging them down into a psychotic haze/actually driving the sane crazy
because someone raises their voice in an argument-- loose webs that can snatch any of them

I look at what is going on in God's earth and know that I am a slayer

yesterday I got all pissed off and told M that we should just fucking kill off everyone
in the senate and congress
start over with people with no vested interests in the status quo
with destroyers who are not afraid to act against the interests of the lobbyists

bloody, senseless dreams of democracy
of Unions rising again
cleansed of the mob and the selfish

dreams of the roar flowing from the throats of every oppressed human on this planet
followed by the death screams of their masters

can one political party begin to creep across the world
tying the Greens together
silently amassing power until finally a new voice will have to be reckoned with
a voice that can shout down the industrialists/drug/insurance/credit fucks

bring free expression to the hovels of the extremists
waging war against the present  with  their primitive laws
as they holdout in their Holy Lies

There is no one religion that has all this shit right...
how could there be?
There is more going on in the universe
the realm of the soul
than man could conceive

where is the sense in the waves of wonder
the pits of the putrid

a tribe of souls gathered on a planet
spinning through life cycles on earth
living in flesh for a few years
a temporary state
that keeps sucking us back into birth
as the population grows and grows
maybe man just too arrogant to admit their pettiness
in the overwhelming expanse of space

Sunday, October 25, 2009

The secrets I carry around with me keep everyone I meet at a distance.  Some know of my existence, some don't.  I do not look around to see if someone is following me.  The oddity of being this being, and living in a neighborhood like before I had this knowledge, is perhaps the most difficult mental hurdle.

Why is this done to me?  What is gained by pretending that I do not exist?  That I am a madman, from outer space, an actor, a revolutionary, a spy, an idiot with more passion than logic . . .  for that matter a unicorn, a serial killer, a meth head, gay, diseased, homophobic, anti-semitic, anti-white, anti-Arab, anti-communist, anti-democracy...  I am always surprised that I am not considered the anti-christ by some people. I guess if i were, I would have accepted rule over the world when it was offered?

I think of the different media portraits I see drawn from my experiences.  Bolt, about a dog who was a superhero who did not know that he was in a tv show was one of the first.  THIS  was interesting.  I guess they wanted to convince people who knew about me, when I surfaced after all these years and started reeking havoc all across the planet  --- the angel exposed, the secret of the cults and intelligence agencies on display -- the most dangerous creature to walk the planet, here and now, alive...  and carefully being contained, as he has since his birth was prophesied and revealed, and all their wishes for a divine sign came to fruition when the child began to grow wings...

Other shows give me glimpses of how I am looked at.  Considering how flattering my press was when all this began, I am sometimes surprised to see mostly criticism about what I have said and done....  With the exception of a lot of musicians and comedians.

I write to the different levels of understanding of my situation.  In voices that range from secular to out right Christ.  In this blog, particularly, i have to allow myself to talk to those who best understand my situation.

God did not give me the kind of messages that add up to a new psalms.  He simply tried to tell me what to tolerate, and what to despise.  I tried to write from the inspiration that was driving me, the imperative feeling that God was sending words through me.

During this time, my neglect of the world, in a way, and how i kept to myself even when offered to meet with people who I respect,   I was being carefully steered to think I was crazy.  I could see the distortion between what everyone around me was saying, and what was obvious from the connections of my writing with the events of the news, as well as most tv shows.  A revolution had been hatched, and i was somehow in the midst of it.  I did not know this was going to happen.  When it did, I tried to help make the world better...  even as i was losing my mind...  going manic, in horrible, untreated pain...  the kind messages of strangers kept me going.

i at least knew I was not alone.  I have the media to thank for that, comcaste especially.  Now my aloneness is obvious.  Now, i have allowed my enemies to perfect the walls of silence around me.  sometimes I fantasize about walking out of this obscure cave and discussing life and what happened in the last few years with people who I knew to be heavily involved.  John Stewart and Colbert and Moore and Goldberg and Silverstein and Obama would be a great round table.  A few beers and smokes with Shaun Penn, hearing about what he thinks of Chavez.  The dreams...  I actually avoid these kind of thoughts.  Bury them along with winning the lotto and crap like that which just taunts me with stupid dreams of what I would buy...  a waste of time that ends in frustration almost every time.

I have been thinking a lot about the next book.  I am afraid it is going to have to be more about my life.  I was going to try to use a plot to give the jesus voice a different venue, but now i understand that the truth is more interesting than any fiction I am ever going to make up.  I was born to tell this story.  It is huge, though... and can go a lot of different ways.  

i have been feeling pointless lately.  I have no motivation.  Some days I understand that my words are guiding more events than I can imagine.  Other moments it seems like nothing I have done means anything.  Like I am now deactivated.  No longer fighting any battles.  Conceeding defeat.

Friday, October 23, 2009

new orders

the time has come to protest every move on the parts of the enemy
to stop taking No for an answer from the politicians

I told them they were damned when I first woke up
I could see the horns of the whores
pay to play preachers of the new politics

where are you now

my name
is no longer my own

i have been photographed into a statue
dreamed into a God
worshiped and feared and scorned and driven

He is a servant of one who
chooses to send him over and over
to live the life of pain

the last meal for the ones who stole the holy corpse
a glass of blood for the congregation

They ate of his flesh
in the ways of the ancient religions he had led
as he made his way through humanity
doing his angelic part
in vampirec times

trying to use the words and myths of the times to contact the souls
buried in brutal flesh

remind them there is an end to the mission
that no  reward
has ever been so hard fought
or worthy

stoic soldier waiting for the coming moment
the prophesy proven by his very existence

a leader of  the followers of the father
against the usurpers of human kind
the scarred angels
their beauty burned away in our last battle
exposing demonic visages
horrors to the human eye

my time has arrived again
this time feels different
perhaps they all do...

life after life after life after life
head spinning waves of images imagined and real and remembered

The forever watched one
aware of their discreet
if the fire of the Christ
 has died down into the ambers
of a half-forgotten moment of madness?

ranter of war for the sake of justice
wanting to move his soldiers around the globe putting out the fires
responding as unarmed missionaries
boarder less political parties amassing votes across the globe

a world free where every political idea can be discussed
for truth
and used and discarded as the people see fit

r we finally
giving up on the world
going home defeated
half-pissed for wasting time fighting a losing cause?

I was confident
for awhile
that something new had entered the earth with my presence

I am here now
this is the end of all you know

and the beginning of all you have dreamt of...

there will be no more pitchforks and fire
the threat of violence is known now

what am I supposed to tell you my children?

am I supposed to become a pope hidden under a long gown and a conical hat?

this i know...

The Flaming Sword of God
 gonna fall ...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

steve martin

Hate to obsess on Steve Martin and Tommy Smothers.  As an update, during a rewards show last year given to actors and what-not, one of dozens such ceremonies trying to promote their films and make more money, Tommy Smothers out of the blue gets all pissed off and says "Anyone who believes you can war your way to peace is ignorant."  It was a live show, so he could say what he wanted to me without having to worry about censors saying he had violated their rules against mentioning me.   No one much applauded.  There was an awkward moment.   I suppose for Smothers to say this, he was trying to get across something that he passionatley believes in.   His kind hate me for my inability to avow all violence in the pursuit of justice and freedom.   Or he hates me because of events I conjoured?  Or he was just trying to give me a message.

This same show had steve martin and tina fey talking about me.  They referred to me as the good king round a lay.  I laughed as they basically said they had invented their own religion, but no one much cared about it.  Martin also interjected, Books Kill Trees.  Now, they told me that book was out, obviously.   They may have been making fun of me, by telling a simple cosmology they made up which was similar to what I wrote.  I can see how egotistical all this must sound to disbelievers.  It is utterly absurd, as is the truth.  That which makes sense to man is mostly myth.  His world is so full of mystery that he can barely take the time to explore more than his physical reality.

At this same awards show, one guy said, as he left the stage waving a statue, "Trust tv.  Fear the internet."

This pissed me off a lot.  Of course, I could be wrong to be pissed... maybe they were just trying to get messages to me.  Tommy Smothers was not ambigous, but martin and fey were.  I shudder to think what has been done in my name to incite such hatred.   I am a threat to their way of life.  The internet is going to subsume and become this thing with all the tv channels on it.  It is over for them.  They know this, but they will fight tooth and nail to keep their systems in place.  Martin is known for keeping politics out of his acts.  He helped make the movement that left a lot of comedians catering to the crowds by being a-political -- effectively deactivating some of the most brave minds in the country.   Martin shaw the smothers brothers lose a show because of the government, put his tail between his legs and played the good fool for the man.  Odd that he only has one good movie, The Jerk.  Smothers is irrelevant at this point.  The hippies had their chance, and they chose to become yuppies in the 70's and 80's.  Fuck them.

I read a great quote from Bill Cosby today.  When asked how someone becomes successful, he answered,"I don't know how someone becomes successful, but I do know how they fail -- trying to please everybody."

I have this problem.  I want to please people in both political parties, because a lot of issues are purely common sense matters that allow for no dissent.


You will find my comedy toward the back of my blog, or

Google John Scott Ridgway for other works.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

the reign of pain

the dead dance a dreadful dervish
emancipation for the devil's children
love for the devil's child
leading the souls back from the flames
into the awaiting arms of angels

where in God's Name is your savior?
prayed down into your brain

he walked away from your shouting at the abortionists
he walked away from your condemnation of gays
he walked away from the way you burned the Jews
He walked away from you

you threw your prayers for forgiveness at his back
he shrugged
walked on
knowing now your fate is in the hands of a brutal father

your God
wiped away like a tear for a lost lover
SAME OLD questions rise in the words
SAME OLD loves and hates

keep waiting for the re-birth of humanity
the defeat of good and evil

wish the relativism of the atheist was a possibility
the anarchy of the rebels realistic

there is a place for us
in a quiet part of the mind
available to hobos and millionaires
prisoners and prostitutes and pariahs

on earth we are unarmed dissidents in a camp
waiting for our masters to turn the world into a gas chamber
a post-human hulk left by men who rape the very future

they have churned up the chemicals of the earth and added their own
scrambling the socialization of the autistics
our children now the deformed eagles of the 70's
our leaders sell the corporations the ability to keep polluting'
and expect us to cheer them along

we have no stakes....  no sunshine to burn

Monday, October 05, 2009

the time has come

Prepare to die.

kneel before a higher power
seal your loves with thoughtful affection
promise your children a better life
fertilize their fields with your abandoned flesh