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Regarding what you may or may not have read or heard about me let me assure you that it is
almost all jealous hogwash.
The government has its army of character assassins who want to scare you off of my findings
by mischaracterising and marginalizing me with untruths and slanted opinions.
I am 100 percent pure, American hero who discovered hard evidence in Lennon’s murder and
is brave enough to go public with everything until the world knows and Stephen King is jailed
Any other portrayal of me is designed to scare you off of the truth I have uncovered.
At the present (05-19-’15) I am a 61 year old, athletic, young looking man who knows more
about our sick planet than most of all of you do. I gave up a dream of playing professional
golf after my discovery of government codes in major news magazines that linked our govern-
ment and a horror writer to John Lennon’s murder took over my life some 33 years ago. The
biggest news story since, I’ll say it, since Jesus Christ, has not been so well received by
my so called fellow human being. In fact, I learned that, when it comes to grappling with our
collective crime of killing John Lennon, all of you people act as though I have caught all
of YOU in Lennon’s murder, and maybe that really is also the case. A phenomenon of guilt,
denial and see no, speak no and hear no evil on the part of all of guilty mankind. Even Paul
McCartney has been exposed as the fair weather friend and bag of wus he apparantly
is, just like all of celebrity hood and even my own family members who are also hypocrites.
Of course, Yoko is a government bitch who still babysits the cover-up in New York like the
Judas cunt that she is and the U.S. media is too cowardly to do their job, partly because the
C.I.A. has taken over our media. Of course you all may think all this to be a little rich
and over the top, but it is not.
I am the messenger.
Hi. My name is Steve Lightfoot. I was born in Helena, Montana March 01, 1954
and I was raised in northern California in a small town named Healdsburg.
Lightfoot is an English sirname and I am also part Scot, Irish and Yugoslavian.
My father was a doctor and my mother a housewife. I have two brothers and a
sister and I had a pretty normal upbringing. I attended a private parochial grade-
school and public high school and two junior colleges. My grades were good and
I liked baseball, basketball, tennis and especially golf, which became a profes-
sional ambition of mine while in my twenties; to be a professional golfer.
This ambition saw me attach myself to restaurant work, cooking, waiting, man-
aging and I had a large number of different jobs as well.
It was while back east in Georgia that I found myself both playing the bigger
amateur events and working. I met a young woman at the time who proved to
be quite the traumatized liar. When we met she gave me a phony name and
past and lived with me for a short time. Many melodramatic events, a breakup
and over a year later I would find out her real name, past etc..
This experience made me different from most of you because I was no longer
naive about liars or lies. I knew, intimately, how convincing they could be.
My golf career peaked, missing a berth in the U.S. Amateur by one shot. During
this period I returned to California to study golf technique near Monterey.
Just as I was crawling my way back to a golf career John Lennon was assas-
sinated and I knew, instinctively, that the story about a lone drifter was govern-
ment, media hogwash, that huge players were behind his murder and that
America and all the people of the world had just been victimized by evil bastards.
Like most of you I assumed they would not leave evidence, the government
rarely does, but when there was no trial for the alleged gunman, Mark Chapman,
I knew, almost for certain, that, indeed, the government killed John Lennon.
He was the hottest political firebrand to threaten the establishment since Ghandi
and possibly Jesus Christ, himself. Richard Nixon tried to illegally deport John
while president. But that was, at first, a hazy fact that needed refreshening;
On July 26, 1982, a year and a half after the murder and just weeks after seeing
the tiny, buried clipping about Chapman’s closed door guilty plea, I decided to
re-read the murder reports to see how Chapman skipped trial.
I burst throught the library doors, sensing drama and a sense of urgency and
as I entered the room I grabbed a year old copy of US magazine that happened to
be on the first table I passed. It had John and Yoko on the cover. I went to the mag-
azine section and grabbed all the Time, Newsweek and U.S. News and World Re-
port magazines dated Dec. 15, 1980 I could find, not knowing then that those is-
sues were released Dec. 08, the day of the murder. I first read the Us magazine
article and learned that Nixon tried to illegally deport John in the early 70’s because
of his high political profile and pronouncements against the Viet Nam war and
Nixon himself. John invented the term “Tricky Dicky” in fact. I then turned to the is-
sues of Time and Newsweek and simultaniously noticed that there was no murder
report in the Dec. 15 issues as they were released Dec. 08, the day of the murder.
I also noticed that most of the bold print headlines read like a code about John’s
assassination. In Time, for example: ” …Watching civilization slide into barbarism
and banality…All The President’s Magazines…Death Trail….Doubletalk…Silencing
An Almost Free Press…Jailing The News…The F.B.I.’s Show Of Shows…Unholy
Ministry…A Gambler’s Luck Runs Out…Death Comes From The Prime Minister…
Defiant Widow In The Dock…”Who’s In?””Who’s Out?…Fitting together the pieces of
a complicated jigsaw puzzle…”
It was the ominous headline “Who’s In?””Who’s Out?” above just elected Ronald
Reagan that made my heart sink. After all Reagan was ‘in’ and Lennon was ‘out’.
I then noticed the smaller headline below the photo “Fitting together the pieces of
a complicated jigsaw puzzle…” as well as the fact that Richard Nixon’s book The
Real War was in the foreground of the picture at Reagan’s right hand side. I pulled
that book off the shelf and, literally, opened right to the page where Nixon writes:
” The ‘Trendies’…who say ‘war’ is ‘bad’ and ‘peace’ is ‘good’…must be removed
from the stage of public debate…by whatever means…a flyswatter…are needed…”
(See website) I felt I had just stumbled, indeed, onto government codes about
John’s death hidden in the headlines of Time magazine.
Newsweek displayed the nearly identical photo of Reagan and The Real War
above the headline: “Head-hunting in Pacific Palisades…” I also found the same
odd behavior in the headlines. The Dec. 08 issue of Newsweek, printed a week
before the crime, was teaming with bold print innuendo, up to 75% of the mes-
ages plugging into John’s upcoming murder. Pages 30 and 31, which face each
other, revealed this consecutive string of headlines:” Odd Men Out-Bad Blood-
The Nixon Factor-Stay Tuned-Intensity” The body of the article had passages that
read:”…abruptly withdrew under rising enemy fire…After he was shot down he gra-
ciously withdrew..He intimidated some of the older guys with his brash brilliance..”
(See website) At that moment I knew I had stumbled onto government codes in
Time and Newsweek. After an hour I became so nauseous I had to leave the li-
brary and get some fresh air.
That was the big revelation. Two days later I went to the larger San Diego Library
and found the motherload of bold print codes and even told my girlfriend, at the
time, that my life was in danger and I’d have to move back to Santa Rosa, near
where I was raised, to be safer. I first went to a priest who advised me to use an
alias and rubber gloves for a while. I hitchhiked to Santa Rosa and began photo-
copying my findings and distributing them to the media, using an alias and hiding
Weeks later I found Mark David Chapman attached to a letter to the editor of U.S.
News and World Report printed three weeks before the murder where Chapman
explains he is:”…armed…waiting to be moved into a hostile square …by the giant
hand of Ronald Reagan…” Any doubts I may have had were gone and I almost
couldn’t believe it all, myself. U.S. News issues also carried these codes about
Lennon’s assassination but at a more subdued level.
I would find that the codes only last for a five month period surrounding the crime
and found that the Sept. issues were very sparse. But then a face rolled by on the
microfiche and it looked like the assassin getting John’s autograph that the media
showed the world. I rolled it back and knew it was him based on the coded head-
line:” One great big Zippo lighter .” which describes the murder scene, then three
months to come, of a man in a raincoat at night with a gun blazing fire in the night.
I had no idea who Stephen King was, the man attached to the headline, and was
under the impression that King was an alias. I compared the face to the autograph
hound and saw it was, indeed, the same exact person. The next day, after I had
calmed down enough to actually read the article, a book review about Firestarter,
I learned who Stephen King was. At that explosive moment my first impulse was
to credit Nixon for being a criminal genious. Who would believe any of it now?
Nixon, Reagan and government codes in magazines was plausable, not Stephen
King being the real killer. I had a real job ahead of me now.
A brief examination of the article (see website) and King’s writings convinced me it was
was all just too true. Now I had to wonder was Chapman even a living person or
just some convenient look-alike dead Viet Nam vet with no family that the govern-
ment was using to scam us with a decoy. I would later learn that Chapman was
the son of a wealthy oil executive near Atlanta, Ga., much like John Hinkley, who
allegedly shot Reagan. I would learn that he was doing a stint in Lebanon, sup-
posedly at a Y.M.C.A., in the years preceeding the murder. I would learn that Chap-
man was living, allegedly in Attica prison in solitary confinement. People Magazine
even featured him with photos taken at Attica in a 1985 article. People is printed
by, you guessed it, Time. I think Chapman is only in jail for photo ops and to occas-
sionally scam the other prisoners that he is there at all and that the warden on
down are in on the scam. I just don’t know where he really spends most of his
time. I do know that Hinkley, also an oil executives son, made the papers saying
he shot Reagan because of Lennon’s murder and that “…America is the land
where heroes are shot in the back…when John Lennon died I died, you died,
America died, the world died…” presumably as part of a mind control maneuver
to suggest one would have to be crazy to think Reagan had Lennon killed. After
Hinkley was found insane no-one was parroting that line of logic.
A few months after I had pieced together all the codes and evidence Terry Cho-
dash of the San Francisco Secret Service surprized me with a visit while I was
at the Santa Rosa Library. He never denied my claims and even asked me what
I thought about Hinkley. At that time I was as ignorant as anyone about Hinkley.
He took some photographs of me, warned me I could be arrested for any threats
I might make towards these politicians and had me offer some handwriting sam-
ples and left. I realized the next day that those samples might be used to forge
a suicide note someday. I called him back and complained emphatically. I saw
him, years later, out of disguise, without his blond wig and blue contacts, with his
real brown hair and eyes outside the Federal Building.
After that first meeting my life turned into political dissident hell (See footnotes and
New Developments page of website )
Along the way I saw my influence shape events in ways ONLY I could see. I am
amazed at how big a dent I have already made, and yet I am still agast at how lit-
tle support I have received from my fellow man and Americans. My own mother,
and my siblings, the one constituency who should have helped me come forward
so I could remove my life from danger, have taken a step back from my plight. I
have witnessed the apathy of my country and have come to appreciate that it is
fueled by their own sense of shame, fear, jealousy and, I’ll say it, misery. Every-
one’s very afraid where political assassination is concerned but me. Even Paul
McCartney, who endorsed me live at Berkeley (see website), has retreated singing
“…words of NON wisdom..” lately, letting civilization slide into barbarism and banal-
ity. His recent 2002 concert passed without a relevant remark.
I don’t trust Yoko to do anything but protect the lie and her estate. I feel sorry for
New York City that they can’t see through her. I feel sorry for New York that they
tolerated a no trial necessary remedy for Lennon’s assassination. No wonder
America is in such shambles. New York City is out of control and disconnected,
living under govt. witch, Yoko Ono’s evil spell.
I worry about all of you people for having to have me tell you why this is important
and vital to begin with. When I started I assumed everyone would know that this
expose will unleash more power to the people than at any time in our lifetimes.
If you are not excited by that fact you, indeed, need my prayers too.
Thank you for visiting my website. Only you can expose this story. It will never be
told until you people change, first, deep inside. Don’t keep me waiting. I need
your help and support. BREAK THIS STORY, PLEASE!