|| It's too bad that a midget like Yoko Ono has managed to fool, not only John
Lennon and even me for a while, but also the people of New York. It wasn't until
after she ordered the San Francisco police to kidnap and pistolwhip me uncon-
scious that I woke up to the reality that Yoko Ono was sent by the government
to break up the Beatles, assassinate Lennon's public image, pull him from his
political activism and keep him underground long enough for his fans to lose
interest in him so he could be killed and then to cover up the assassination.
I'd love for her to sue me if I'm wrong. I'd even go so far as to say that she was
sent by the Soviets to kill America's voice of freedom and sanity. You'll be
amazed at what you will learn; from cremating his body against John's will, to
her advice to leave it up to the courts to her album title: "It's All Right"
when there was no trial to how she met John; slipping notes under his door like
Selena's killer, etc.. Now she has managed to put all of New York City and the
world under her KGB toe like the witch she admits she is. I recall witnesses who
saw her RUN ahead of John, as if she knew that bullets were about to fly. I also
recall witness accounts of the killer smiling at Yoko right after the crime.
Very briefly, here are some facts; Americans instinctively distrusted and disliked
Yoko from day one. Since I was dating a Japanese/American girlfriend then I
actually pitied people for this. Now I appreciate how intelligent the masses are.
If Yoko was in league with John the government would have killed her too to insure
a successful coverup. No threat could be greater to them than an outraged spouse
bent on retaliating after Nixon's regime tried to deport John and shadowed him.
Quite the opposite, she was the governments ace in the hole. Her role was to
steer the public away from any investigation and tell us to "Let the courts decide."
as she did via her letter to the public in Rolling Stone magazine that week.
She knew there would be no trial or followup, then. Her joining John's protests was
an act. "Strawberry Fields" was established, partly, to gain the publics trust.
New York made out with a new tourist attraction, besides. But even during those
protests she damaged Johns credibility with her 'bagism' and shreiking noises.
She lied when she told the world that she had no idea who John or The Beatles
were when they met. Paul revealed, later, that she first approached him for fi-
nancial help and he told her to try John, instead. THEN she met John. And she
wormed her way into his life by slipping notes under his door just like the as-
sassin who shot Selena did. Immediately she got John to strip frontal nude on an
album cover and broke up his marriage with Cynthia. Then she got him hooked on
hard drugs. Then she poisoned John against the other Beatles resulting in their
breakup. Then she planted the marijuana roach that led to his arrest and deport-
ation. It was her phone call to Japanese authorities that, later, resulted in Paul's
marijuana bust there. Then she convinced John to lay low and go underground, to
quit his music and poitical activism and bake bread and disappear, long enough
for the government to kill him without causing mass riots. John was so naive and
needful he had no clue. She just happened to miscarry two of his babies before
Sean was born and then she had no interest in raising him, leaving that to John,
while she spent her time managing John's money. She knew it would be hers soon.
I happen to know people who have evidence that John was going to divorce Yoko,
a film he made before his death, and these are people that I consider credible.
Before his murder she was spending lots of time with a Mr. Green. Her photo with
a nude John taken the day before his murder shows a distant, uncaring expression
on her face while she lays, fully clothed. And now, Dec. 08,'80, she and John
leave their apartment and are met by a man who asks for John's autograph. This
man is then a barely known horror writer named Stephen King, posing as Chapman.
They record for several hours and are returning home. John wants to get a bite
to eat but Yoko insists on going home, instead. She RUNS ahead of John, John
follows, many yards behind, and is murdered. Murdered by Stephen King who sits
down, to disguise his 6'3" frame, and reads "The Catcher In The Rye" waiting for
sergeant Sullivan and other corrupt police who are on the scene in 45 seconds to
place a coat over King's head so nobody can photograph King and ruin the decoy
story about Chapman. A photo in The Enquirer even shows the police laughing
with the killer as they transfer him to the station where decoy Chapman is wait-
ting to perform his rehearsed confession. Kings exits a back door and Chapman
begins his role as decoy and the media begin their role as brainwashers.
Yoko had John cremated, against his will, days later, and advised us to back off.
Since then she had me kidnapped and pistolwhipped unconscious at an art gallery
she invited me to. A week later all of her treachery became clear to me. She also
had NYPD hold a gun to houseservant Fred Seaman's head to retrieve John's journal.
Like a dog buried in the back yard John's plaque; "IMAGINE" sits like a tomb-
stone attracting tourists like pigeons. At least it no longer smells like a dog-
gie outhouse like it did in 1992 but it has some characters babysitting the site
and I think some of them are police undercover types discouraging any activists
from using it as a protest site, but particularly me, Steve Lightfoot.
When I arrived in late April '08 a man whose name I will withold for now,(W.H.1)
tried to run me off. Some of his friends joined in the censorship effort; tip-
ping over my coffee, throwing pebbles, etc.. Other friends of (W.H.1) told me that I
should quit my expose or someone might set my van on fire with me in it "and
that would be the end of you.." This man's name is (W.H.2), a man in his 50's.
When I asked him who might be interested in doing that he told me "The NYPD"
Since, then sergeant, Sullivan, the one who arrested King and put a coat over his
head, has a lot to hide, as well as the other NYPD who were in on the coverup,
I'm not surprised. And so, recently, when (W.H.1) tried to silence me with the ruse
that he wanted to listen to a baseball game and told me he'd call the police, I
told him; "Call the police." The next day, while napping inside my van, the NYPD
knocked on my van at 4 pm to interrogate me. I let them know that I will not be
intimidated by them and that I know they will stop short of killing me due to
political consequences. While they were harassing me (W.H.1) strolled by and I yel-
led out; "You just made my website, (W.H.1)." He replied: "I'm all over lots of web-
sites." "As an undercover cop." I replied. He didn't deny it, in fact, officer
Miao spoke up; "There's nothing wrong with being an undercover cop."
The next day I ran into a young man named (W.H.3). He rides a bicycle and he's
all of 150 pounds, hippie hair and beard. We began talking and he tried to be-
rate me for reminding us of John's death when they are trying to celebrate his
life. I said that, to me, until there is a trial for John's killer, seeing all these peo-
ple huddle around the IMAGINE plaque is like watching vampire bats lapping
heroes blood. He tried to argue that Yoko is a sweet lady whom they
all love and I tried to explain why she is just the opposite. Minutes later he
told me; "I have no love for you or your cause." I said; "It takes courage to
see the truth." He shot back;" I think it takes courage to stand up to you." and
he gave me a look like something evil was being planned against me that he had
inside knowledge of. Later that evening, when I asked him; "Do you think Judas
was courageous to stand up to Jesus?" he flew off the handle.
Reader, only a coward helping the government cover up Lennon's murder would try
to stop my expose. Beware the NYPD plot to stop my expose. If these "fans" were
Lennon fans they'd help my cause and herald me and join my rally this Oct. 09.
Read part two of my chapter "Protest, You Phonies" for the Soviet angle in John
Lennon's murder and everything becomes, to quote Nixon; "Crystal clear.". The So-
viet Union banned The Beatles and their music from their country from day one.
Lennon's comeback was their biggest nightmare. Overturn their nightmare on us.