Oct. 11, 2018;

As you will find the entries at the top, here, are the most current. Scroll down to get earlier entries as everything is layered from the top down.


What you need to know, first;

Before I list the sins of our government crusade to kill me allow me to call all of you U.S. citizens out for being the boot-licking phonies you all are. My own father was on his knees, figuratively speaking, licking the government’s boots the night John Lennon was killed. “Well, son, I  heard that John was a bit of a trouble maker in school…”  Translation; “Well, son, the government probably DID kill John Lennon but maybe they know better than us what they are doing.” This from the man who told me my whole life what a slob average people are, the man who spent thousands of dollars to teach his three sons to play musical instruments. When my mother threw away most of my evidence magazines behind my back, years later, to frustrate my expose I knew I was up against the evil of the whole human race that killed John Lennon in the first place. My own flesh and blood was a John Lennon killing, boot-licking coward. Just like all of you probably are, too.

You all lack a brain, a heart, courage and a home, to stand up to your evil government, like the message of The Wizard Of Oz.

No, the government did NOT know better than us what they are doing. In fact, they are in the business of repressing, poisoning, and crippling all of us so the people like the Rockefellers can continue to control U.S. presidents and our lives. By letting Stephen King kill John Lennon they poisoned all of us with fear and control you all with fear. They are your / our enemy. The F.B.I., the C.I.A. the media, etc.. You people are not free and you people are not brave. You people are boot-licking, raped victims of your own cowardliness that allows you to sit still for the evidence I have given you three decades ago.

Look at the cowards who live in Bangor, Maine who KNOW Stephen King is a murderer. They have forgiven him and have turned a blind eye to the fact that he is our mortal enemy, a man who hates us all so much that he ruined our world with horror and Lennon’s murder. I spent almost a year over a six year span with several visits there and gave them my magazine. They are shameless cowards under his evil. Period. Period. Boot-licking cowards too afraid to act like brave, free Americans.

While you raped, blind, kidnapped victims fret over whether I am right or wrong the cowardly U.S. government knows I’m right and they are assaulting my life using the courts, the CHP, the F.B.I. and the Santa Cruz Police and Sheriffs and, possibly, Jack Fox Auto Repair of Seaside, Ca. who deliberately sabotaged my 1989 Toyota van by cutting all the harness wires after putting in a new motor last February. Even my storage facility that has been kind to me for 18 years is suddenly terrorizing me with a ten day notice to evacuate my unit or else. (South Point Self Storage in Sebastopol, Calif. and just days after I paid in full for the next year. All because they are afraid other customers will see my van on their lot!) There was point in all this calamity when I wondered was it my imagination. No longer can I afford to guess. I must tell you all, emphatically, that all of the above is true and I am under an extremely cowardly assault by them on my vans, my driver’s licence and my finances. They may even be hoping to drive me mad to the point I commit a crime out of the frustration. They are sick, regressive, goober type boot-lickers who are afraid of one such as I willing to bust the government and it’s crimes wide open for the world to see. Unlike me they depend on the government for a paycheck. Unlike me they are not patriots. They are boot-lickers, just like all of you.

In the past 80 days I have had the following happen to me;

Starting with just this week with South Point Storage in Sebastopol, Ca.. Having zero troubles for 15 years and enjoying an $18.00 @ mo for 15 years I wondered did I rent a unit that had a grizzly past to get such a good deal. Suddenly I am jumped on by Colleen, an elderly truck driver type of woman with a rude manner and mouth because I spend too much time working on my storage unit. I have a tiny one and it requires more time to manage. I think she was worried that other customers would spot my van and scare them or I would be able to bide my time there. It turns out this is exactly the case, according to them out of their own mouth. That first rude treatment from her was last summer and, just as I suspected, my rate went up this year five dollars. So I paid for a whole year through June of 2020 just last week. A day or so later I was surprised by a maintenance man who told me I  had to be out by 9:00 pm or else I’d have to pay a $20.00 fine. (Possibly a lie.) He called Colleen and she immediately told me I had to have all my stuff in my locker in 15 minutes or I’d be arrested for trespassing. Amazingly I managed to do so. She said they could be sending me a notice in the mail over this incident. She was like a volcano of anger and hatred and I felt violated and abused. (In fact their rules changed three years ago but I never got a memo about a 9:00 curfew there and I was never in violation before, ever.) The next day I was ordered to be off premises by her two hours before 9:00 and that she’d call the police if I wasn’t out by 7:00. This violates our written contract and she had no right to order me to but I complied. This meant I had to leave a small pile in a recessed area near my locker that I planned to take the next morning before watching The Master’s Golf tournament. Had I been allowed to stay until 9:00 I’d have been able to make a second trip and fit everything in my van but I wasn’t given that opportunity I was entitled to.

The next day the Master’s was bumped up to very early A.M coverage due to bad weather in Georgia and I watched it thinking South Point was closed on Sunday. By noon I was there and surprised to see them open and I went in hoping to be able to talk to the manger about Colleen’s violent temper and rudeness towards me but found, instead, Colleen, herself, there. I offered her a $200.00 karaoke machine I was leaving behind for her if she wanted it to patch up any rift between us. She snapped back; “Don’t want it. I want you to get out f this office, now!” What she didn’t say was that she had already scooped up my pile for their possession, already. I went to put my small pile in my van but it was gone. About $300.00 worth of stuff, now gone. I accepted that fact as I left them out for anyone to take. Her order to be out by 7:00 is why I had to do that, however.

The next day I called Mabel, the manager, and tried to tell her about the way Colleen had abused me and about her unprofessionalism but was interrupted to be told that I had 10 days to get out of their facility or they’d confiscate my locker and it’s contents. Never mind that I was paid up for the next 13 months.

I finally talked with Mary, the C.O.O., and she proved to be behind Colleens anger towards me. She backed up Colleen as if she had ordered her to abuse me in the first place and said I was in violation to leave that pile behind. My explanation that that was Colleen’s fault for not allowing me to make a second trip before 9:00 meant nothing to her. She was, in fact, sounding a little drunk and rude, herself, when she admitted that the reason no other customers had been near my mess upstairs is; “..they’re probably afraid of your van outside the doorway and they’re scared to go up the stairs because of that…” Ooops! She had said, earlier, that she had no idea what my van was all about or what my politics was about. In fact, Colleen took photo’s of my van and of me upstairs with my belongings in the alley as if everyone else doesn’t have to do the same thing when they work on THEIR lockers. Then, when I mentioned trying to find another place to store my stuff, she advised me to apply on line because if I drive up in my van they might not rent to me because of my van. I thought my van had nothing to do with their decision, and now she’s admitting other places might be put off by it. Mary shouldn’t talk when she’s, perhaps, drinking I think. She all but admitted my van was the real reason they decided to get rid of me. She also said; “I can get rid of anyone without a reason at all if I feel like it…. Sue my ass off!!!!” With that rudeness I had to hang up on her.

I will be on city council t.v., eventually, when they meet to expose them and every chance I get on talk radio and with flyers and billboards. What will my billboards say? Something like ” BOYCOTT South Point Storage – Bigot monsters!””See site for details” as I stand next to my van with the website address. An attorney to sue for my inconvenience and monetary losses and the abuse of my civil rights will likely follow.

That’s just some of their bigotry, people. There’s lots more I left out for now. As for Colleen, I think some man ruined her life once and I must remind her of him. Her intense hatred of me can’t all be just because I am exposing America’s Lennon murder cover-up. It can’t just be because she might be a red neck, ignorant, boot-licking goober. At least I hope not. She is punished every minute of every day just living inside her angry mind. You’d have to have been there to understand just how full of poison she really is.

Now, on to the other amazing bad things happening to me all at once..


My newly purchased and painted 2000 Chevy van was crashed into some bushes causing $2,000. in damages.

My driving record is facing a dui (drugs only) charge which could result in a six month suspension of my licence and thousands in court and insurance costs. ( I was left in the middle of the road by a designated driver –  introduced to be by a former S.C. police officer – who may have left the van in neutral, on purpose, while I was preparing for dental surgery.)

My other 1989 Toyota van which was being refurbished with a new engine was damaged when Jack Fox Auto Repair deliberately cut all my harness wires even though I told them to leave them alone as they were recently repaired months earlier. This occurred during the same time as my other van was damaged and will also cost thousands to repair. It does just so happen that this same shop services the police academy vehicles for Monterey and police would have seen my van there in short order.

Minutes after trying to deliver a letter about all this possible police corruption against me to the Santa Cruz District Attorney’s office, after typing up the draft on my website then arriving at and leaving the court complex’s parking lot, someone broke into my van,  grabbed my sunglasses, crushed them and dropped them next to my right rear tire which he or she also flattened while I was shopping for reading glasses. Whoever did it may have had prior knowledge that the parking lot security cameras were not activated as he did all this in broad daylight within minutes of my parking. No theft, just vandalism with a message of contempt for my activism left behind.

Not much more than an hour later, and just one minute after I began to drive, I was pulled over and cited by Santa Cruz police for an unsafe lane change which I contend I did not commit. He did tell me that he had been watching me and following me. This on April Fool’s day. A set up?!

The next day, while trying to access my website I discovered that my website had been hacked and much of my content was suddenly missing including the chapter POLICE ABUSES AGAINST ME that I intended to include to my now revised letter to the D.A.. Two years ago my site was also hacked and it gets hacked a lot by the government who is so afraid of it. Maybe they are trying to get rid of all the content before they kill me so the public can’t read about what really may be the truth, after. The chapter I first noticed missing WAS the one titled “Police Abuses Against Me” (By the way, no other California citizen has been more unfairly targeted and persecuted over time that yours truly, including being kidnapped, handcuffed and beaten unconscious in the back of an S.F.P.D. van in October of 1987 by officers Steven Rist and Kevin Hall. In the mid 90’s Santa Cruz Police fraudulently arrested me getting me in handcuffs branded as a stalker of Stephen King on national t.v. for attending a rally while Stephen King was at a book signing. Two days later, no charges filed, I was released, the damage to me already done.)

An hour after this insult to my senses I was ordered off the grounds of Boardwalk Bowling Alley as if to keep the locals from finding out just what a respectable karaoke singer the John Lennon man is. As if the police had instructed the security staff there to find any excuse to 86 me. In this case I used the mirror for one second in their restroom (It was the women’s room, I’ll admit, but the men’s room has no mirror and I knew the women’s room was empty as I knocked first. ) Almost a half hour later I was approached by security personal in the parking lot while I was watching tv and  was told that cameras caught me adjusting my hair using the only mirror in the entire establishment for one second and that I had to leave.   Because I used the same mirror the night before and had a similar episode a half hour later with the security there who asked me to leave, perhaps the entire boardwalk security staff was on the corner the second day to watch the proceedings of me being 86’d from their low I.Q., goober establishment.(It so happens that first night both the restroom doors were wide open and unmarked and I accidentally walked into the women’s room but exited immediately and washed my hands in the men’s room and then combed my hair in the empty room next door. A half hour later a 300 pound security man asked me to leave over it.)

What is interesting is that they knew to knock on my van in the parking lot a half hour after the fact the second day. This suggests that they all knew who I was regardless of cameras and that I was singled out, in advance, to be 86’d, I think because I AM such a good singer (one of the best in the two counties) and I might gain believers and fans for my Lennon cause and the police may have told that bowling alley to keep me away before Santa Cruz finds out how legit I really am. A Big Brother tactic to mind control all of you via my karaoke absence. To keep you depraved and brainwashed.

I may, in fact, billboard them with a billboard that reads;


Now, we all know that bowling alleys attract the duller Joe 6 pack crowd to begin with, but this is the second time I have run into regressive Goober types in the beach area of Santa Cruz. Intelligent people seem to scare them.

Much of the details are included below the first part of this chapter. I will wait to add to this today for tomorrow much of it may be found missing.

Bottom line is this; Your right to know, YOUR right to live under truth. YOUR decency as a man or woman is under assault that I am going through this jealous rampage against me and my activism. Let me tell these people what I told the security crowd gathered on the corner that day when I exited my van and flipped them all off; “Go fuck yourselves you jealous, low I.Q. Goober Nazis! Go fuck yourselves!”

This is a pity as 95 percent of all police are secretly on my side and respect me after all I’ve endured. (This latest citation I could tell the officer felt sorry for what was happening to me as if he had to know, already. Just doing what he is told.) Too bad a jealous, frightened of what I might expose about them someday for their trespasses against me from the past Santa Cruz officials are proving to be.

Folks, all this cataclysm of bad luck is not bad luck but a conspiracy of cowards against the truth and it’s messenger that they fear.


Today, as I type these words. I got a call from the Social Security Department telling me my social security number has been disabled due to suspicious behavior????!. I have since learned it was a scam call from con artist’s out of country. (Or WAS it, really that?)

There are two kinds of people on earth; Boot-lickers and Free people. 99 percent are the former, I’m afraid for all of you. In fact, I believe that, without a hero to help you, you would all kill yourselves off as a species you’re so entrenched in fear and letting the government call all your shots. Collectively mankind is an imbecil.  Let’s face it. My evidence find and your cowardly non response is proof of that fact. Stephen King murdered the world’s hero and the world let him even get rich and famous off of it, after. No one saw any trial for anyone and your cowardliness as a species was proven then and there.

Now you jealously enjoy my trials because you don’t think you can live up to my higher standards. If I fail you can stay a failure and do nothing about your nightmarish lives. You need a hero and that’s exactly why the government kills them. They know about this fact and have for centuries.

Are you slobs going to just sit around and let them kill me next!!!???


I’ve been parading around the universe for decades now in my various website emblazoned vans and still the story lingers in the wings and not on the front pages where it has belonged all this torturous time. It occurred to me recently that only YOU PEOPLE are missing from the chemistry to deserve this huge news story. You have displayed a cowardly failure of nerve about the matter and seem to have retreated into your masochistic shells that makes you think you deserve for the government to spank you so evilly. You think you have no power. Power to the people John used to say. Where is that people power that could break this news wide open?

Meanwhile it is dawning on me just how monstrous the public’s shunning of my evidence has been to me, the messenger. Ghoulish, ghastly, morose, miserableness behind the public’s apathy. All because the public lacks pride and courage. Stop martyring the messenger just so you can be spared the job of doing your collective duty to care and to jail Stephen King for Christ’s sake! You’re all sick. Nuts! All of you. This is the news you’ve needed for centuries. Someday, if you earn the truth, you’ll try to say how wonderful you all were to finally expose your sick truth and jail Stephen King. What about the three, plus decades you all martyred the messenger? You’ll want to forget that, then. You all owe me., now.. Off your asses, masses..

The number one reason John Lennon is dead is your behavior as a people. The government knew that they could kill John, skip a trial for decoy, Mark Chapman, and that none of you would complain, after. They even sicked the killer; Stephen King, on you, after, for good measure. To warp you. Now you’re all warped, boot-licking cowards under Stephen King’s evil thumb. Aren’t you all? Yes, you all are; Boot-licking, John Lennon killing cowards. Even my own flesh and blood and Paul McCartney, the coward, himself. Everybody is a yellow fool. Raped scared, silent. Land of the deceived and the home of the media slave.

You people are afraid to speak out on the matter and you pity me for still caring. You might as well all get down on you knees and  admit; “We are not worthy!”

Aren’t you people worthy of the truth? Justice? Living under truth? Not yet, people. You are not worthy. Or you’d care. Wouldn’t that be a good place for you all to start? If you are all too scared to care, now, (You are) then what are you going to do about that?

Find your courage, people. Your apathy is cowardly and un-American. Your cowardly denial is child abuse. Just admit it, it is.You almost voted for socialism last election cycle, didn’t you? You’re still angry you haven’t surrendered our freedom, it seems. Has the Kremlin turned you all into dumbfounded douche bags with one assassination? Who do you THINK let Stephen King kill John Lennon? Our government? Most likely it was Moscow’s evil that visited this sickening coup against you. Nixon included. King included.

Many slogans enter my mind to capture the monstrosity of your collective apathy and dereliction of duty. Your turncoat, cover-up, boot-licking ways.


I could go on for hours. Meanwhile I tell people that they are to blame for every school shooting until they act to jail Stephen King, the man who first wrote about that exact subject in the mid 1970’s in his book “RAGE”. A slogan would say; YOUR SILENCE = SCHOOL VIOLENCE.

Can’t you people see what you all really stand for; lies, murders, cover-ups and farce?

I stopped having sex with anyone in 1995. 24 years celibate and proud of it. That’s right, and by choice. How’s that for sincerity when I tell you all how hideous you look to me, dripping wet with Stephen King’s urine while you lick the boot of the Rockefeller regime that has owned your lives since before you were born. Quivering helplessly like cowards. I know too much about humanity to see it as being sexy. It’s just a fact I will explain after I’m famous if your apathy doesn’t get me killed first. I am not burdened by the “backpack” of sexual reproductive urges like all of you. I know that you stand for a hellish world and are cowards and fools living under fear. That just is not sexy, people. Compared to the life you could be living had you my courage the world and life you live is a mere existence and a mockery of life, itself. You need a hero like me in your midst. The government who keeps you sick and afraid, however, would like you to hate me for trying to make the world a better place. Rockefeller and Rothchild families rule you fools with the media and the C.I.A. and F.B.I. and who knows what else.

Did you know that PG&E is owned by the Rothchilds? That Chevron gas stations are owned by Rockefeller? That most of your magazines are printed in the Rockefeller Plaza Building? That the Rockefeller family helped create the C.I.A.? That NBC airs from Rockefeller Plaza? These powerful families own presidents. Except for J.F.K. and Trump Rockefeller has controlled all the other presidents in my lifetime. Fossil fuel can only be stopped from harming our planet if these powerful people are dethroned by your political activism. My Lennon expose gives you all the ammo you need to succeed in demanding a better world. Otherwise powerful monopolies will keep that bit in your mouths and steer you around in circles of madness like you’ve been these past three, almost four, decades of subjecting yourself to being urinated on by evil murderer; Stephen King. He keeps you all afraid of standing up to these other monsters that kill people like J.F.K. and John Lennon and any other hero who may try to save you and give you a better life on earth.

Look at Santa Cruz talk radio station KSCO. A complete hoax on all of you. They are the equivalent of the C.I.A in Hippy cloth. When they did give me two hours to expose truth their existing audience was already too media castrated to appreciate it. Flatfooted audience! KSCO MADE Santa Cruz that way to begin with before they tried to wash me up under the guise of giving me air time. Now a movie called “US” about Santa Cruz is out. Another media mind game to keep the public under mind control? KSCO can’t handle the truth.

You cowards need a hero like me. You won’t admit it, though. Like in The Wizard Of Oz you all lack the brains, heart and courage to stand up to the government. That was the message of that movie. Can’t you people see that? You need a “Toto” to admit for you what you are too weak and afraid and phony to admit. Admit it.

Jail Stephen King or fail yourselves and your offspring. Meanwhile I don’t have sex with John Lennon killing cowards and monsters. Celibacy is more dignified in my opinion. Feigning ignorance is what you’ve all been doing. Repent.



Since  Henry Perez of Jack Fox Auto Repair is dealing in complete lies to deny me the repairs we agreed to, allow me to be so bold as to say that (1) His shop deliberately severed all my perfectly good engine harness wires even after I told him to leave them alone as they were recently repaired.

(2) This shop never quoted me for harness repairs, never saw nor mentioned a check engine light being on and accepted payment in full before the job was started to install a remanufactured engine. This agreement was made on January 12, after they pulled and examined my old motor and harness out of the vehicle.

(3) When I brought my vehicle in there was no “check engine light” on or code issues with the computer as Henry claims, only an oil check light that I knew about caused by a bad sensor.

(4) This sabotage may be deliberate on their part having to do with a former acquaintance of mine who has reason to harm me for exposing him to police as a pot dealer 17 years ago and told him so to prevent him from getting busted since he wouldn’t recognize the fact that there were too many new faces in his life. This man is a friend of the shop’s owners and this man, Michael McCauly, threatened me on March 4, 2019 when my repair job came to a confrontation saying; ‘You know you’re getting new teeth soon. Maybe I’d like to take a few of them with me and hit you.” (I have informed officer Swarez of this threat. Also, this is a lot like wanting to ruin my other expensive investment; my van repair) Mike told me initially he had no idea my van was in Henry’s shop as he had been gone for months. Now his story changed to one month which means he PROBABLY saw my van there in late January and had plenty of time to ask this, apparently, crooked shop to harm my van. He often sleeps on their premises in his van and sees them regularly, in fact.

(5) Henry and his father’s shop, Jack Fox Auto Repair, are trading in multiple falsehoods to cover their acts of sabotage against what was a properly functioning wire harness before they cut the entire harness in two. Every wire. I saw this in mid February and contacted the Bureau of Automotive Repair that same day. I phoned in the following day to add the fact that my harness wires were all cut in two as I was focusing on the length of time they were holding my van hostage in the initial report. This is all verifiable.

What is shocking is that Henry Perez, in writing, states that he documented and discussed a harness issue and a check engine light issue. No, this a complete lie. The only paperwork I ever saw was the two estimates he gave me. The first was scrapped after he told me I’d be better off getting a re-manufactured engine rather than rebuild mine. No mention of either issue there. The second was another invoice for the total cost to install the new motor and do some suspension work. It had no mention of any harness or check engine light issue, either. There are no other documents except for Henry’s March 04, e-mail that he sent as he tried to get me to accept my van as is, improperly running. This was after they failed to fix my van after almost two months time.

Only I ever brought up the harness. The first time was before they began work. I told Henry to leave it alone as I just had it rebuilt months earlier. There was never a check engine light on when I delivered my van to them. The second time was when I told Henry and Chris and Jose that I discovered they had cut all the wires of my harness in two and asked why. This was in mid February. I filed a complaint that day with the Bureau of Automotive Repair. I called the next day to add the harness being cut in two by phone.

When Jose was told that Frank Susi Automotive repaired and fixed that harness just months earlier he was agast and tried to bad mouth Frank and he seemed like a man caught in his own mistake. He hadn’t calculated that fact. When I told Chris he tried to bad mouth Frank Susi as well. Susi Auto Electric has one of, if not the best reputations locally in this regard, folks. He did a great job. Chris even told me I should ask for a refund of that $300.00 and that he would fix it better. In fact Jose assured me that Chris is a military auto electric expert and he would be able to color code all the wires and fix them. When I insisted to Henry to examine my concern he told me he was too busy to look at the cut wire harness.

I only happened to discover this nightmare when Henry told me to come to the shop to show them how to access the battery which he admitted they had drained dry. In fact, when I asked him to recharge the battery before staring the van to protect the alternator he derisively said; “We wouldn’t want to hurt your alternator, now, would we?” This, after just damaging my battery which I asked him not to do and to make sure the doors were all shut between work sessions.

If any of this is less than true they would sue me. They can’t. It’s all true. I only deal in truth. Other mechanics, including the last smog shop, will be able to prove that Henry is lying.

Meanwhile I have informed them that the B.A.R. has advised me to not take my van out of their shop until they have examined it and attempted a resolution and that any storage fees they may try to charge me I am protected from in the meantime.

(UPDATE INSERT March 07, 2019)

Just received a call from the Bureau of Automotive Repair. They saw Frank Susi and learned I was telling the truth about my check engine light  never being on and that my van ran fine leaving his shop with no code issues in late August of 2018. He said that there were some brittle wires and connectors that could stand fixing but that my van ran fine leaving his shop. Contrary to Jack Fox’s claim about photographing my check engine light being on before repairs, there was no documentation of that. The Bureau’s rep advised me that their shop would “Give me a deal” and fix my wire harness. Only because I need to vacate two storage facilities this month on both ends of the state and need both vans did I tell him “Not a penny over $200.00 am I willing to pay and that I will not sign any legal waiver only a release of my vehicle as fixed if they agree.” If they don’t agree I will take it elsewhere for repairs and sue their pants off, after.

Whatever Jack Fox decides I will decide if they work on the peninsula, after the dust settles. They will not get me to agree to a release from all legal action.

Folks, this is what I have heard about this new owner and Jack Fox. That they up charge customers after getting into a job to extract more money or even have the customer surrender his vehicle to them so they can sell it and make more money that way. In my case I caught them sabotaging my wire harness without permission to even touch it. In fact they cut my harness after I instructed them to leave the harness alone.

Now I have caught them lying profusely and advise you to spread the word about these, in my opinion, monsters.

As for Michael McCauly (MacCauly?) he has suffered mightily since I knew him when. Now he is a known enemy of mine and I will avoid him from now on. There may be some psychological component I won’t describe here at play in this whole nightmare. When I first began exposing Jack Fox Auto my first draft suggested that men who wear earrings I don’t allow to work on my vehicles as past experience suggests they are mentally “off”. This new experience may not be too dissimilar. Certain types of people hate hero types like me; strong, heterosexual,white, male and brave, more than most people. Certain types of people are prejudiced against me more than mainstream society. It’s a fact I will describe after I am famous, in fact. If I don’t fit their demographic they seem to think I threaten their demographic just by being recognized as a hero in the traditional sense. Dog in the manger syndrome, I think. It’s sad. It’s pitiful, in fact.

(INSERT UPDATE – March 09, 2019)

Yesterday I was told that Jack Fox was not willing to fix my van for the $200.00 extra I was willing to pay just to get my van out of there and running.  At one point Jose told me they would fix it for free and I told the Bureau representative I would not agree to a penny more and that I would take my van, as is, out of their shop and to another one to fix the damages they caused. The rep told me they still owe me $75.00 for the alignment they did not perform and that Jack Fox’s shop would call me in a few hours and help me get my van out of there. No call was received even after I alerted the Bureau of this fact twice that day. It seems they just don’t know how to play by the rules with anyone. Monday I will try to get my van back after it has been held hostage for over two months there. Whatever other sabotage they may have done I will have the next shop inspect and document.

It should be said that, just hours after Henry drove by and took a photo of me holding up my sign about there shop on March 02,, I caught him wrenching on my van. Was he further sabotaging it in a fit of rage or was he trying to get me and my van out of his shop? I know every inch of that van and the status of every part on it like the back of my hand as I’ve invested several thousand dollars into it over a decade, plus, of owning it. Whatever damages they caused they will pay for after I sue them in civil court. There is also the matter of my mental suffering that is real due to their actions. For weeks I was tortured with foul, reactive thoughts.

Recalling that they started the untidy discourse when they verbally abused me and told me not to ask when my van will be ready a month ago, as well as my discovery of my wire harness cut to shreds by them, it should also be stated here that, on March 04, when officer Swarez and  I showed up to see Henry, I said something extremely provocative in the officer’s presence designed to find something out, later. It happened to work, in fact, an hour later, following an accidental run in with Mike. I wanted to show the officer what a liar Henry is (I just learned that he was claiming my harness was damaged before he touched it according to the officer.) I also said to Henry; “You must be gay to be so invested in hurting my van…”

Having known Mike for several years I had my suspicions about his sexuality, then. I have nothing against gays and consider them nature’s population control mechanism, but I had a hunch that more than just friendship between Mike and Henry might account for the malice involved in severing a set of harness wires. I’m not suggesting that either of them are gay but I wanted to see Mike’s reaction when I told him what exchange I just had with Henry in front of an officer. When I told him that I said; “You must be gay to be so invested in hurting my van!” Mike suddenly lost his cool. He shot back, angrily; “You got something against gays?! I’m not gay…my brother is…you got something against gays?!..You know, you’re getting some new teeth. Maybe I’d like to take a few of them with me (as in before he dies) and hit you.”This showed me that Mike, indeed, would like to reach out and harm me and my new, expensive, almost $40,000. mouth investment and that he would probably like to also harm my $4,000. van repair project. I learned a lot about my situation from a chance meeting as he saw me walking, honked, and I came to talk with him. This one hour after I saw Henry with the officer.

That told me that Mike and Henry just MIGHT have more than a friendship going on and that that might account for the off the charts malice I observed in Jack Fox’s actions. It seemed that Henry seemed to enjoy the battle and was even smiling as he drove by my sign days earlier when he snapped a photo of me and the sign. It was a question I had to explore and incendiary language was necessary to flush out the truth. Was my other incendiary remark something I’m proud of? No. I won’t even repeat it. Consider how a father might feel upon learning that his daughter’s new boyfriend was savagely beating her. I expressed that kind of anger in front of an officer and a witness to make sure I never act on that remark. Henry and Jose’s actions did cause me a torturous few weeks of nasty thoughts I had to get off of my chest, if only for my mental health. It wasn’t planned, it was totally unexpurgated and a surprise to even me.

That I have named them both in this letter to the public is a necessary move to protect myself from any revenge plans they may have against me. One thing I know about crime is that an individual will mostly lash out at his enemy, even kill him, to prevent him from revealing something they are ashamed of being made public. To silence the individual before that shame is revealed. As such, I am legally able to say the above, private party or not, to protect myself. I have to show you motive on their part to harm me before they actually do. I have made this a matter that police will likely monitor to make sure I am not a victim of these parties and give them reason to worry that their actions and phones may be under 24/7 surveillance.

By the way, Mike tried to assure me that Henry isn’t gay and has a girlfriend who lives in Japan (How inconvenient.) and that he isn’t gay. I am willing to admit that may be the case and that my worries are unfounded. I can’t to afford to be wrong, however, and have acted as such.

NEW INSERT March 11, 2019

Came by to pick up my van. I had a police officer with me and the Bureau of Automotive repair on the phone yet Henry would STILL not release my fully paid for project and give my van back unless I sign his pack of lies final invoice where he states that I said; “Someone should put a shotgun to your head and blow your brains out!” A far cry from what I said; “You’re lucky no one blows your head off with a shotgun the way you treat your customers.” One is a threat the other a statement of opinion. Just another example of Henry’s willingness to lie. I will sign, if I must “under protest” and disavow his statement as false. If he still tries to keep my van after all this i will consider my van “stolen” by his shop and press those charges. Though they were supposed to call me to get my van last Friday, three days ago, they did not. Now they claim it needs some final adjustments before they release my van to me. There is no end to this shop’s shenanigans, I ran into one lawyer who had a client with the same shop who went six months before he got his vehicle back. They won a settlement that was reasonable according to this attorney.

I’ll keep you all posted as this shop continues it’s self destructive path towards being moved off peninsula by this very high profile, activist, pissed off customer. No region, frankly, deserves to have a shop in their midst that these owners run. I only know I owe it to my fellow Monterey peninsula residents not to stop until they are many miles away, at least,. and under a new name.

Am I being molested by heterophobic rage on their part having to do with an individual I knew years ago that is now one of their friends? Are they just really this terrible a shop that they can’t get a vehicle fixed in less than two months? Are they criminals? You folks tell me. They have stepped on my tail and I will use YELP to help me out their conduct. I got a call from a stranger while eating my breakfast who saw my site who told me about Yelp. Of course, talk radio is another good medium. I think half of the peninsula is aware of this nightmarish experience I am going through with this shop.  I am getting a new vibe from everyone, I notice, when I karaoke, suddenly, for example. Thanks for paying attention, peninsula.

INSERT – March 13, 2019:

Two days ago I had to call 9-11 and report vehicle theft and that I want to press charges against Jack Fox Automotive for stealing my 1989 Toyota van. As the immediately above entry states, Henry tried to get me to sign a pack of lies in his final invoice to receive my van. I did a little Google searching for options, contacted at least one attorney (Who happens to have successfully sued this company in the past for a client who had his vehicle held hostage for six months!) and came to the conclusion to sign “Under Protest” and to disavow “…much of the invoice statements which are “a pack of lies.” and note this next to my signature. When Henry saw that I had done this he refused to release my van. I immediately placed the aforementioned 9-11 call and Henry, just as immediately, told me it was my van and I could take it any time I want. I think it’s because I am one of the few who know that alleging vehicle theft is the appropriate action to take in this instance. He folded immediately and then filmed me driving off his property after telling me he recommends I have my van towed rather than drive it at all. I rescinded my 9-11 call and checked to see what he may have stolen from the inside a half block away from their shop before I decided on my next move. I had to retrieve my gas can the next day.

Now, Henry Perez IS a liar and I can freely say so in public because he has provided proof of this in writing and  otherwise. I won’t give away all my strategies for court down the road but will let you know about at least these lies he has told so far. In order of importance;

1)That he left my wire harness “as is” and only reassembled it. The Bureau of Automotive repair has his shop on record as having tried to repair at least two wires (Apparently unsuccessfully). I told them to leave my harness alone, initially.

2) That my harness was damaged before work began and that my “check engine” light was on when I brought it to them. In fact my harness was working perfectly after having just been repaired for $300. a few months earlier and my “check engine” light had not been on since 2016 when I had to replace a water temperature sensor and was NOT on when I brought my van into their shop. I, in fact, saw more than just two wires severed in the midst of their work on my van.

These are very important issue as I will be suing them for the repairs I must make to get my van running again. I must repair the damage they did to my harness.

3) That I ever said to anyone’ “Someone should put a gun to your head and blow your brains out!” When I saw this on March 04 on his final invoice and showed officer Swarez his written statement he admitted he didn’t recall my using those words. I corrected my statement on the spot; “You’re lucky no one has blown your head off with a shotgun the way you treat your customers.” Now you people can see WHY I instinctively reserved my remarks for the presence of a WITNESS, a police officer in fact, just to prove what I actually said in case Henry tried to lie about it later. Lying is what Henry mostly does, apparently.

Henry is also threatening me, I think, with his version of what I said. He knows that I would pay attention to every change made and this is what I read into his statement; “No, Steve, someone should put a gun to YOUR head and blow YOUR brains out!” Knowing his character Henry probably owns a handgun and would like to exactly kill me before I put his dishonest repair shop out of business. Before I start standing on intersections with my billboard and get on the radio etc. to inform the public. The police have this entry and I hope they are keeping a close watch on Henry Perez in the meantime.

There are many more lies Henry has told in the course of my attempts to get my van out of his shop but I have limited my list to just a few. I suppose I could sue Henry for defamation to say such a lie about me on a legal document. I would but he’d, no doubt, lie and say that’s what he honestly thought he heard me say.

Henry withheld my adjusted signature when he gave me my copy of the invoice. My copy has no signature. He may try to “lose” the original copy and claim he transferred it to a computer after first whiting out my adjustments and claim I signed it without an “Under Protest” disclaimer. I have the Bureau working on it to get me a signed copy.

Henry told me, before work began; “You know, I should tell you that I’m a big Stephen King fan.” Judging from his actions I suppose he is. Most Stephen King fans that I know are cowards at heart who like to be afraid and scared. I’d say they are sado-masochistic, generally. I used to wonder was it Henry or his father, Jose, who was behind all my troubles with their shop. I am landing on Henry as he seems to be even motivated by more than just friendship if he’s following Mike MaCauly’s possible advice to ruin my van over old bad blood. He has a tendancy to smile, often, while tormenting me, I’ve noticed, including when he drove by to take a photo of me holding a sign exposing him. Some kind of sick smile.. I’d say there must be even a sexual component fueling his sadistic, in my opinion, treatment of my van. That he seems to be off the rails with his vendetta against me that mere friendship can’t explain. Having a girlfriend who lives almost six thousand miles away seems a little less than ideal for any real romance. That’s just my opinion, however.

I learned that my remarks about that former mutual acquaintance who used to sell marijuana in 2012 and a connection to that shop may actually exist. I once opined that maybe Henry’s trip to Japan was about more than just seeing his girlfriend. I now learn, not only is he planning to open a marijuana dispensary, the e-mail on Jack Fox’s invoice reads; “oceangrown—“”something or other. Not exactly along the lines of auto repair. I do believe that auto repair is not Henry’s calling. It has been a nightmare on Olympia Avenue from my perspective.

I will be following up with the D.A. and other attempts to get a lawyer as this is bigger than just a case for small claims, in my opinion.

P.S. I know that most of you are on my side. I also know that many of you are relishing my troubles because everybody wants to hate he who has the big story that will change the world. I give the entire race of man a case of penis envy, I know. Get over it, people. I have the copyright to the biggest expose ever told in two thousand years and you don’t. That’s life. Help- me come forward and stop trying to stall the news you all need. At least now you know where you should NOT take your vehicle in for servicing, I hope.

And  now, to end on a side note, Henry once told officer Swarez that “He insisted on using his own fluids, which is something we just don’t do…” No, in realty, he said; “For the price you want you have to use your own fluids and provide them.”

Just a flavor of how Henry likes to lie.

The above is an insert. What is below may be repetitious as a result.

We’re talking about the Jack Fox Auto Service and Truck Repair shop in Seaside, California. To bring you up to speed with how unprofessional I think this new owner, Jose, is I visited the shop yesterday to get a few items from my 1989 Toyota van. It has been there for seven weeks, a month longer than I was led to believe by the owner’s son, Henry. I made the mistake of paying in full, in advance for an engine swap and some suspension work. I bought a re-manufactured engine and had it shipped there in mid January of 2019. Total investment about four grand.

I came by yesterday, February 25, and told the mechanic on duty; “You know, you can crush my van’s roof on your ceiling with your hoist if you want but I can hurt you a lot more than you can hurt me.” To which he got defensive saying; “If you’re going to threaten me we’re gong to have some real problems.” I replied; “We’ve already got some real problems. This has been a nightmare experience. I want to show you something.” I walked across the street presented a four foot by three foot sized black billboard and showed it to him. I said; “This is a great, big, beautiful, blank billboard. Let’s keep it that way. The worst you can do to me is destroy my van. The worst I can do to you is move you to Salinas.” What circumstances could have lead up to this incendiary exchange, you might ask.

Initially, Henry told me the job would take about three weeks. It was almost ready two weeks ago but work suddenly stalled and it’s been sitting. I noticed few things; The battery they drained dry leaving a door ajar (Even though I asked them not to.) I also told them that the wire harness was good and just repaired. I found that cut to smithereens. Every wire.  When I advised Henry to charge the battery before starting the car so as not to break the alternator he said, derisively; “We wouldn’t want to hurt your alternator, now would we?” I also noticed there was no oil in the engine but the radiator was full. They had better not have run the engine without oil or they’re toast.starting the day it fails.. Any gang tactics or other threats of violence from them will land them a felony charge and in front of a judge. Meanwhile know that any violence against me could be their doing.

I also have learned that they service Seaside police academy vehicles and there exists the possibility the police have instructed them to hold my van hostage since they have noticed my famous van there for weeks. I like to think the local police are NOT against me, however. In fact, one of this repair shop’s friends who I used to be a friend with, before I put an abrupt end to his pot dealing to protect him from getting busted almost 20 years ago, suggests to me that there may be something fishy about Henry’s recent trip to Japan that may tie into this angle. Maybe this former friend saw my van there and told them to sabotage it over that decades long bad blood. When I asked this former friend if this is what happened he denied he ever knew my van was there. He said he has been out of the area for months. I have my doubts, however. He just happens to show up about the time Henry returns from Japan from doing who knows what. This former friend, who practically lives on the repair shop’s lot and even sleeps there, told me that he notices a lot of their customers end up returning to complain the repairs went wrong and that a lot of customers surrender their vehicle to the shop after a price increase is presented and they choose to let the shop keep their vehicle rather than repair it. Our recent conversation suggests they were trying to have ME surrender my vehicle, somehow. Like a racket operation.

Henry told me, initially, as we were making our business agreement “You know, I have to let you know, I’m  a big Stephen King fan” When I asked him should that concern me where my repair job is concerned he said no. The last time I spoke to Jose he told me; “Don’t come by asking when it will be ready. Whether it be a year, a month or a week, we’ll let you know.” In your face unprofessional behavior.

When Henry and I traded my check for his receipt he said something about my losing in court if I ever tried to sue him. How unprofessional. How spooky..

His father, Jose, initially seemed alright but one day he lit into his first verbally abusive tirade against me telling me to not ask when it will be ready, that he’ll call me. Out of the blue. Jeckyle and Hyde personality. Totally unprofessional. He lied that day bragging that he has been in business for 40 years. No, not there.  More like two years under another man’s once good name; Jack Fox. In fact Richard Flesher owned it and earned a good reputation for decades after Mr. Fox retired and died.

When I contacted Mr. Flesher his wife returned my call and urged me to go ahead and expose Jose as they are very upset at what they have heard about his practices there these past two years. So you see, folks, it’s not just me. The former owner’s tell me he’s a bad actor! Other shops around town have told me the same thing. One shop told me that Marina ran him out of town because he clogged the streets with his customer’s cars.

The first day I went to his shop I noticed a letter on the counter to one of his employees admonishing him for taking too many cigarette breaks, etc. Now I notice his employees are not showing up for work, repeatedly. I’m staring to doubt they have the knowledge to even put my van back together and may be depending on experienced help they apparently can’t keep to solve their problems. What a nightmare.

This shop is near the Obama Way Goodwill Store in Seaside, a few blocks west and has a parking lot with dozens of long sitting R.V.s and vehicles. He also is annoying his business neighbors by clogging the side streets with his other vehicles he can’t get to. A real pain in everybody’s ass, in my opinion.

I think they suffer from low self esteem and that my alpha male persona, busting out government for John Lennon’s murder, bothers them. There are legitimate ways to make money and run a shop. They have no idea how low their self esteem must be to harass me. The reason you have this letter is because you ran into me on the main boulevards advertising with my now emblazoned sign;





for details!!!!!.

I figure they will lose an average of ten thousand dollars for every day I display my sign. That doesn’t count the talk radio spots I will likely use and city council meetings that are televised for the locals. I’ll also tape it to my newer van’s rear section and parade it all over the peninsula.

If they want to sabotage my van I’ll find out about it and make sure I put them off peninsula after they are forced to first change their name. My van is worth ten thousand dollars and small claims will help me on the side and they will likely lose. BIG TIME. I may hire a lawyer for punitive damages, besides, as they have caused me a great deal of grief, already. I called Toyota to asked what it would cost to repair the wire harness this shop destroyed and was told about $3,000.00! Thirty hours of work, according to them.

Today (Feb. 27) I am having police stand by as I demand completion of my repairs and I will show them my sign and explain it will move them off peninsula if my van is sabotaged by them at all. That I will sue them, if necessary, besides. Last week I filed a complaint with the Bureau of Automotive repair.  I will also petition a judge in civil court to demand completion of my repairs. Ditto, I’ll see the D.A. and file a consumer fraud investigation. I will file a second complaint with the BBB and keep busy until I have my van back and running  properly, without any surprises, after.  I’ll most likely start advertising my billboard Friday, my birthday, as they don’t respect me, yet. They could fix it in one day if they tried, I’m sure.

Holding my van hostage for almost two months, damaging the battery and destroying my wire harness is criminal terrorism, don’t you people think? That they are picking on the one, best person on the whole peninsula says volumes about their sick character. Most people are NOT Stephen King’s  perverted slaves. At least not by choice.

P.S. I just paid $350.00 to their competitor for a brake job on my Chevy van. They lost that job and all others from me. I suggest you all follow suit and avoid the nightmare on Olympia Ave..

P.P.S. Today, February 28, 2019, a day after they promised me and the officer they would have my van ready ( I had an officer accompany me as I showed the shop the sign I have ready to put them out of business with), it’s still not ready and my last conversation with that former friend suggests they like messing with my head and the repair job may not turn out well, after all. At one point the owner told me my van is finished, that the engine is in, just not running and I could tow it out of there. I drove it in running and I expect it to run perfectly before I pull it out. Otherwise they will have to give me back all of my $1,936.00 and hope the engine wasn’t also damaged by them. If they were to do THAT and the engine worked fine after someone else repaired their damages then they might be free of further legal action. Maybe. Depending. There is still the mental anguish they have caused me that needs accessing.

Aren’t you all grateful to me for informing you, now, about this Jack Fox Auto Repair shop?

F.B.I. STALKING ME!!!??? January, 2019;

My Newly Emblazoned Website Vans and Driver’s Licence The Target!!!????

My luck has NEVER been so bad as it was last January 10, 2019. It would almost have to have BEEN a police sting operation for so many things to go wrong all at once. It went from one of the greatest days of my life – I was about to get my mouth restored with implants and new teeth – to one of the gravest days of my life – charged with DUI (drugs only), me and my newly painted, now damaged, van in the bushes in a parking lot, no operation, my life turned into a nightmare, instantly – because my designated driver either left my van in neutral after abandoning me in the middle of the roadway or just left it abandoned, running, with the door wide open after disobeying my directions to simply park in the space I showed him days earlier when we rehearsed everything.

Now I face possible licence suspension and upwards of several thousand dollars in increased insurance rates and a $2,000.00, plus, ticket, not counting the almost $2,000.00 I spent the week after at the body shop to fix it. A catastrophe, by any measure. What has ME so upset is the gut feeling that this exactly WAS an F.B.I. / police style set up sting operation that sprung on my life like a bear trap. My life is in extreme danger if anyone would stoop to such a cowardly, sick act as to use my mouth operation as a launching ground to take my vehicles off the streets by instructing a homeless coffee shop patron to sabotage my drive to the dentist. Just evil and SICK!!

If the government was behind this they must have known what a threat my two newly refurbished vans would be now that they were both almost ready for the open roads of America. I’ve been advertising about it enough on this website. My new slogans far more hard hitting than ever before, in fact.  My vans. Two of them, now. Indeed, the events following the accident just SCREAM police set up;

Let me list the reasons why, in order;

In 1995(?) the same municipality, Santa Cruz, California, engaged in a blatant KGB style raid on my reputation when police, along with mayor Neil Coonerty, sprung a trap when author Stephen King conducted a book signing event there. Though my only crime was setting one foot into the store after three hours of displaying a huge sign outside that read; “STEPHEN KING IS A MURDERER; IT’S TRUE OR HE’D SUE.” instantly several men in suits swarm arrested me and displayed me to waiting national television cameras in handcuffs on the national TV news and branded as a stalker of Stephen King. America’s cowardly response to my heroism and truth. I spent two days in a jail while the media slandered me and was released, uncharged, the damage already done. I noticed the book displayed behind King’s photo the next day  on page one in the paper was titled :”How A House Works” So, the Santa Cruz police have a record of fraud and abuse where my activism and message are concerned. They are but one of dozens of police departments who have conducted other nefarious activities related to my free speech efforts. More than you would believe if I listed them all, but including being kidnapped, handcuffed and beaten unconscious in the back of a San Francisco police van in 1987 for no reason, whatsoever, for example. My father’s suspicious death in a plane crash, even, people. This occurred days after Stephen King wrote me a threat letter about “Phase Three..” since you won’t cease your investigation..” and on the tenth anniversary of Nixon’s resignation. His dog was even found hanged in a drape chord a few weeks prior to his death, like a mob threat to me. We’re talking hundreds of abuses over three decades, people. I recall in Santa Rosa having to respond to a summons for ;”Breaking and entering.” What? Breaking and entering their magazine codes that gave me my evidence? I attended court four times with only me in the courtroom and no one else before that was dismissed. The day I arrived in Stephen King’s hometown of Bangor, Maine in 1992, for example, I had no less that six encounters with police, one ticket and had my keys and tape recorder stolen from my parked van while using a phone booth just yards away. One officer admitted on the stand that he told me; ” King gives me $6,000.00 a month just to harass you..” Six months and two other phony tickets later, tickets I all beat by the way, I finally had to leave due to freezing temperatures. Then, in 1996, in Palm Springs, King’s other winter home I would learn, when I was there to caddie for a senior golf tour event, I endured almost two dozen police events, including one gun pointing episode, an arrest the next day for advertising this fact, four citations, all of which I beat, and more, all over my van which read “STEPHEN KING SHOT JOHN LENNON” The most harrowing event there involved at least three Palm Spring’s police officers surrounding me in the patio of a crowded restaurant at night preparing to beat me unconscious, no doubt. Only my screaming to the restaurant patrons what they were up to stopped them from kidnapping me and beating me senseless.

Incidentally, and even I admit it sounds far fetched, the 9-11 attack in New York just happened to be on the same, exact week my website was launched in 2001 and the first Trade Tower attack in 1993 occurred three weeks after I spent months there with my van and magazines for the first time. I know how big my expose is. So does the government! Maybe THAT was a coincidence, but what happened recently with this DUI ticket is probably NOT a coincidence..

Now, regarding the events of January 10, 2019;

To begin with, I was introduced to my driver by a former Santa Cruz police officer named Bill who now owns The Coffee House in Santa Cruz. The Moondog Coffee House is another name it goes by. Most of his customers are former police officers, in fact. I didn’t know this at the time, but Bill learned, almost a week before my operation date, (1) Who I am as he saw my new website van in his parking lot (2) That I would need a third party, a driver as I would be on pre surgery medication (3) He knew what time and place this would occur. I only chose Cris Malsack (pronounced Malsay) a homeless man on a bicycle, because several others I asked, including a friend in Monterey I was willing to pay, declined.

I showed Cris the exact parking space I wanted him to park at three days prior. Then, the next day, when I bought him breakfast, after he and Bill had a day to discuss whatever, he confided to me that he had gotten no sleep the night before. I wondered why as it was just a block drive to a pre selected parking space. What could be so ominous about that? I thought. Partly because all police abuses have subsided since my website went up in 2001 I didn’t suspect any plot afoot to sabotage me, now. By then, however, I knew that Bill was a police officer.

January 10, 2019, I met Cris at The  Coffee House at 7:20 am. I had just driven two miles to meet him after taking my prescriptions according to directions. They said “Careful driving and operating machinery” not “Do not drive after taking.” as they were supposed to say, I would later learn. In fact, because I am a doctor’s son and extra careful, generally, I waited until one HALF hour before arrival in taking two Halcion tablets and one penicillin tablet. I felt no effects as we were about to leave. Cris, however, insisted that he drive. I let him, thinking what could go wrong in two minutes time? We had already rehearsed what to do.

Cris immediately began driving somewhat recklessly, zipping past our parking space after I directed him to  “Park right HERE!” Instead, he drove almost off the grounds before he made a jerky U-turn back to the area next to the parking space. Instead of parking my van he, without a word, abruptly exited the van leaving it in the middle of the roadway in a private parking lot with the engine running and the door wide open. That he may have also left the van in neutral instead of park is a fact I only considered a day after the event when my head was clear. For whatever reason, whether to park it in the space it was next to or rescue it from rolling, as I now believe to be the case, or just to exit the van, I found myself behind the wheel and in the bushes. The van rolled only 20 feet to a stop but not without also slightly grazing a second vehicle and hitting a fence post.

Cris immediately returned , grabbed the keys from the ignition and, apparently, stole $100.00 from my wallet before he gave it to the Sheriff’s who, amazingly, seemed to be there within less than one minute. (I would learn later that day from dispatch that two officers “…just happened to be right there at the same time..”)

Having just seen the police report for the first time I learned that, at some point, Cris sat me in a wheel chair, yelled out loud; “You’re a dead man! We have to get you outta here!” as he tried to wheel me away from the scene of an accident! Thank goodness people stopped him or I’d be in bigger trouble. Hijacked and kidnapped twice in two minutes time by the same weirdo. I have to admit I don’t recall any of that part. Now, following a crash, my adrenaline kicking into high gear, it seems AFTER the crash I may have started to then succumb to the drugs I took, but not before. I don’t recall stumbling or falling down as some said. I only recall being upright, walking. The fact that Cris yelled “You’re a dead man!” is alarming if he is part of a police plot. It shows his animus towards me, that is for sure. Not really trying to help me at all. More my enemy. Does he have inside information that I am about to be killed? The report was full of mistakes. His plan to get me a wheelchair seems more of a phony alibi to explain leaving me stranded in the middle of the road than any attempt on his part to help me, in fact.

I noticed that the citing officer completely reversed what I said initially. He claimed that I said that I drove from the coffee shop to the dentist’s office. Completely false! I told him that Cris drove me to the office but that, had I stuck to my original plan of meeting him at the office after I got there, first, none of this would have happened to begin with. How could that be turned into me claiming to have driven myself there? That was his first paragraph; a complete falsehood.

I was up and walking around, immediately, certainly in no need of a wheelchair. I told the officers exactly why I thought I ended up in the bushes all while standing up straight and walking around unimpaired. Certainly my condition wasn’t so bad I couldn’t walk a straight line then. Police cams are the norm, now, and I think they will bear this fact out. That I was not that impaired. In fact, just to make it from the back of my van to the driver’s seat required a lot of athleticism it’s so cramped, requiring quite a bit of maneuvering around several objects.

I learned from the CHP officer who cited me, officer Clissold, that Cris “…drove you here even though he has a suspended licence..”  I later asked him why he wasn’t cited for that and he told me : “Because I didn’t actually SEE him driving..” He didn’t see me driving, either. No officer did. I also learned that my wallet was suddenly missing $100.00 when he returned it to me at the recovery center. I was sober enough to walk up a flight of stairs to get a pencil and paper to do the math at the time to see how much was missing.

I later also learned that Cris was “Shooed away” from the scene by police. His voice mail said: “I don’t know what happened the way they shooed me away…”

Instead of getting my operation I was taken to a recovery center to let the medicine wear off. I was not arrested nor was my van impounded. Though the effects of the medicine were stronger hours after taking them I wasn’t tested until well after the accident occurred. I was far more sober when it happened. My field test for sobriety went almost perfect except for one wiggle with one step partially due to the fact that I wear a lift in that shoe. Had I been tested at the time of the accident I would have done even better. My breath blew a zero for alcohol. My blood sample will likely take months before it’s contents are known. Besides the prescription I was given I also took a multiple vitamin pill, a calcium / magnesium / zinc pill, an MSM pill, and a pill for my eye health and one for joint support, all accessible to anyone at any Trader Joe’s store, the night before to help insure a good surgical outcome.

Regarding drugs and alcohol I have never even been charged with a DUI in my life and, except for the one time only in my life I was too drunk to drive when I was 19, alone and on a deserted back road, I have never BEEN drunk behind the wheel in my entire life. Ever since my parents conducted aversion therapy on me when I was about 13 I have never liked alcohol and only buy one drink per night whenever I karaoke. Usually maybe two beers a week. I defy anyone to find a bartender or waitress who could deny this fact. Marijuana is the only drug I have ever purchased in my life. I have never experimented with anything I consider dangerous, ever, either. My teeth went bad due only to decades of living in a van to break my Lennon expose. I have never tried meth or speed in my life. Before marijuana was made legal in California I had a doctor’s prescription for it due to back pain and stress related to my police abuses, in fact. If I actually break my Lennon expose I will be one of the best role models in celebrity-hood in this drive sober regard. Now I am about to be criminalized for something I am not guilty of.

Incidentally, I have no criminal record, no felonies, no misdemeanors in my almost 65 years of living. All that could change with this misdemeanor offense I am facing.

After being released from the recovery center at 3:00 pm and driving just fine I immediately went to The Coffee House (open unusually late that one day for whatever reason) I asked if Cris was around. Bill said not since we left that morning. Bill then said; “He was only trying to get you a wheelchair.” Unless officer Clissold told him this (he had come by trying to locate Cris) Bill must have lied that he hadn’t seen Cris. I explained how it was that Cris stole $100.00 from me. Bill said that I fell down twice leaving his coffee shop that morning. I replied; “I did not.” and I explained that my prescriptions  only said “Careful when driving..” to which Bill angrily responded; “And that’s the only way you’re going to beat this!” The last thing he said was; “You know I’m a former police officer, right?”  To me it sounded like; “You know you were just set up, right?” Far from stumbling to my van that morning,  I recall being able to open my rear door assembly, prop up the hatch door with a stick, open the swinging door below, climb up and inside and close these doors behind me all by myself without anyone’s help. All this just two minutes before my mishap and just ten minutes after I drove a few miles to the the coffee shop just fine.

That evening I discovered, along with my ticket for DUI, a stapled set of papers that turned out to be the prescription directions the dentist’s office was supposed to give me days earlier at my consent signing appointment. Apparently the dentist’s office felt obligated to include them and gave them to the officer. These formal directions read; “Do not drive after taking medications…” Wow! That was a contributing factor, as well, I think you’ll agree. The real directions were delivered late, print dated after the fact, and contrary to the bottle directions I was told to follow the night before surgery. While no evidence of collusion with police, bizarre, nonetheless. Good thing I DID wait until one HALF hour before arrival to take these meds, it turned out, instead of one hour as the bottles directed.

The next day, still a little disoriented from the Halcion, I drove to the CHP station and met with officer Clissold. I then wrote a letter to him explaining what I thought happened since I wasn’t really asked what happened. I wrote that I thought I just tried to park the van and found myself in the bushes. It was there that I learned that the all important pink papers regarding my DMV obligations were missing and not with my citation. Even though he hadn’t, he told me he gave them to the staff at the recovery center.

That day I learned he had not done that when I checked. Days later, when he called me, he admitted he gave them to no one but had forgotten to give them to me. This one thing could have resulted in an automatic drivers licence suspension had I not caught it in time and set up a hearing date with the DMV.  My citing officer had already changed his story. (Subsequently I learned that, because mine is not an alcohol related offense, the paperwork for the DMV is optional.)

The next day, my head now clearer, I called him back to say I now remember, distinctly, that the gear lever was out of position when I grabbed it. That this means I may have instinctively jumped into the driver’s seat, not to park the van as I once thought, but to save it from rolling into the bushes. He accused me of changing my story and he would not add this new information to his report. I explained that the medication clouded my mind initially and that I did not necessarily change my story but added true facts I forgot initially.( One attorney told me that that medication involves memory issues.) It didn’t matter to him. This would explain a lot; Cris stealing money from me and the other behavior he displayed that showed his hostile intentions towards me. It also explains the path my van took. It suggests that I was unable to get into the driver’s seat fast enough to stop it, in fact. That Cris probably left it out of gear only occurred to after I learned that he also stole money from me at the same time, showing his hostile frame of mind.

A week later I returned to the coffee shop to find Cris and my missing $100.00. He was there and said something that suggests he was coached to say, to taunt me to see if I would try to take a swing at him. He said: “Hey toothless, what’s new?” first thing out of his mouth. Not the contrite  behavior one would expect after he caused my van to get wrecked and my operation scuttled. As so often in the past, these trespassers who are a party to trouble in my life and expose activism, are distinctly smaller than me making it easy for me to react with violence against them if I wanted to. Cris I could dispatch in less than a minute, for example. I explained that he stole $100.00 from me and I owe him nothing until it’s returned to me. At first he tried to deny it and I said; “So, you’re saying the officer took it?” He responded; “When did I ever have your wallet?” When I replied; “When you reached across me and grabbed it from the ignition.” Suddenly he went silent, turned away and muttered something about me not letting him find my van parked around town. A threat. It now sees his best opportunity to steal from me was when he parked my van before the police arrived. My wallet and keys are on the same key ring.

Deputy Claussen, who initiated a theft police report, aborted it in mid process suggesting we finish up the next week, declined to do so when I did and he told me I had to take it up with small claims and that he would not be able to assist me even with a report.

Initially, I called the sheriff’s department to find out what two cars were doing so close to my mishap at the time of my mishap. Weeks later I received a call fro them, a woman, and she said something about my needing a psychological evaluation since they learned of my suspicion that I may have been targeted by them. BIZARRE!

Finally, on January 28, I went to see Bill and was met with hostility. He actually told me to leave before he gets upset. At that point I said; “There’s a chance Cris left my van in neutral.. Was I set up?” He went silent and turned away from me.

Recap of red flags suggesting a police sting / set up operation:

(1) A police officer / coffee shop owner introduced me to this driver; Cris.

(2) He had three days advance knowledge of my predicament of being slightly drugged and needing a ride to an operation a block away from his shop. He knew who I was and that the police had already tried to set me up once, no doubt, as he was employed by their department at the time, I believe.

(3) Cris disobeyed my directions to “Park right HERE!” and, without a word, almost drove off grounds before making a rude U-turn back to the area but left the van stranded, possibly out of gear, the engine running and the door wide open in the middle of the road next to my parking space. His explanation that he was getting a wheel chair – something neither need or discussed, ever, between us – could have been just a convenient alibi to justify this bizarre conduct.

(4) Two patrol cars just happened to be a half block away at the time of my mishap.

((5) After learning that Cris was driving with a suspended licence he was not cited but, instead, “Shooed away..” according to one of Cris’ voice mails.. A major material witness homeless person  released when he should have been cited.

(6) Officer Clissold withheld the vital DMV paperwork I needed. Papers that would prevent an automatic driver’s licence suspension.

((7) Days later he admitted he lied about given them to other staff but that he just failed to give them to me.

(8) Instead of drawing my blood and field testing me at the time of my accident, police waited a few hours until the effects of the medications were stronger to do so.

(9) One innocent wiggle of one step does not indicate impaired condition when all other aspects of the test went fine. I showed the officer the reason why; a lift in one shoe.

(10) Bill’s behavior, suggesting I was unsteady before my trip to the office, flies in the face of the fact that I was up and walking just fine as I explained what happened to the police right after. All caught, presumably, on police cams. Getting into my van and then getting from the back to the driver’s seat all require a lot of sobriety and I did both with no problem. So why would Bill make up a story about me falling down when I wasn’t?

(11) Bill’s statements alleging he had not seen Cris since that morning yet also saying that “He just wanted to get you a wheel chair..” contradict each other. This, unless officer Clissold told him this later that day.

(12) Cris’ remark; “Hey toothless…” as well as his theft of my money at the time of the event, this and his bizarre attempt to wheel me away from the scene of an accident and his remark; “You’re a dead man!…” all suggest a malice in his intentions towards me, not the actions of one getting me a wheel chair and looking out for my well being.

(13) Deputy Claussen’s refusal to file a theft or threat report after suggests foul play, I think. Since when was theft and making threats a non reportable crime?

(14) The Santa Cruz authorities had the opportunity, motive and capabilities to exactly set me up in exactly this manner using Cris’ attempt to get a wheel chair for me as the alibi to cover their plot. I, at no time, needed a wheel chair. Whether my van was left out of gear or not, being left without explanation in a van in the middle of the road for a few minutes with the door open and the engine running is a recipe for the owner to either exit the van, park it or, as I now believe to be the case, rescue it from rolling into the bushes.

(15) Hundreds of other police abuses over three decades prove there is a conspiracy against my expose activism. That I am about to launch TWO logo’d vans on the streets only scares these authorities even more to act against me.

Now, having laid out my case for a conspiracy, is there a chance that it was not one? Did Cris, in good faith, try to get me a wheelchair instead of using that as a ruse to set me up abandoned in a roadway with my van running and the door open? Yes, it may BE possible that is the case. Why would he sign his name to a paper that makes him responsible for my well being as he did.? Had he any money that would leave him liable for, who knows, a million dollars law suit for causing me so much pain. But he has no money or he wouldn’t be living outdoors on a bicycle. So the matter is up in the air, I’ll admit. Even I admit I am only sure of the fact that, when I grabbed the steering column, I noticed it was out of it’s usual park position. Why would Cris steal from me and, at the same time, pretend he was helping me? Maybe he just couldn’t tame his criminal instincts at the sight of five twenty’s in my wallet. I doubt he is a paid police informant and that that is why he hangs out there. But I could be wrong about that. Time may tell. Every police department has homeless types who are undercover police informants.

People of the Central coast and America, beware! The government may have just sprung a police string operation against me last week in an attempt to cost me thousands, delay my mouth restoration and get my; website and emblazoned van(s) off the streets to keep you in the dark and possibly set me up for murder, if they’re this depraved to conduct such a cruel hoax as I think just happened.. It happened no sooner than Gavin Newsom was sworn in as our governor but, if it was a govt. sting, it was pure luck on their part that the coffee shop I enlisted for a third party to present and receive me after surgery was owned and operated by a retired Santa Cruz police officer; his first name Bill. Bill admitted that the man I wanted to deliver and receive me just a block away was unreliable but, as others I asked, including a friend in Monterey I was willing to pay to do this were unavailable, I had little choice but to hire Cris Malseq, (Pronounced Malsay) a homeless man living on a bicycle, to do the job; $20.00 cash upon delivery and another $20.00 upon walking me to my parked van. Simple as could be. I even took this man to the designated parking lot and which spot to park just days earlier. I would have parked at the dentist’s office and met him on foot but I was afraid he might forget the address of the dentist so I agreed to meet him at the coffee shop I knew he was familiar with. My biggest mistake, it would turn out.

I was scheduled for one of the biggest and best days of my life – to get my mouth fully restored with professional implants from a reputable dentist – and I needed a third party to facilitate the procedure, to present and deliver me so I could sleep off the drugs in my parked van.  That was the plan. Never was there any discussion with anyone about any wheelchair, my driver’s convenient excuse for leaving me and my van unattended, running, in the middle of the roadway with the door wide open. The day was January 10, 2019. I was ecstatic at what a great day was going to be for me after years of waiting and saving my money for it.

Folks, through no mindfulness of my own other than to rescue a moving, abandoned vehicle or, at the very least, finish parking it after my driver left me abandoned with the engine running and the door wide open with out any word as to why, I found myself behind the wheel and in the bushes, too late to stop the van in time. A DUI misdemeanor offense I don’t think I deserve. I believe I WAS set up. Even if not, I should not be held accountable because the instructions on the pill bottles wrongfully said “Careful when driving..” instead of; “Do not drive…” The doctor’s assistant admitted this fact to me, after. I was only given instructions for my medications AFTER my mishap. The copies were print dated the same day of my operation. I was supposed to receive them three days prior but, for whatever reason, they weren’t given to me. I got there at 7:30 am, before they were even printed. I finally realized what these papers were doing along with my citation upon release from the recovery center. The staff gave them to the police or the CHP who cited me. A little too late, I think. I followed the instructions given to me by the doctors staff just hours earlier; “to follow the bottle’s instructions.” I was never told I could not drive. The instructions allow driving and only recommend being careful when doing so. I even delayed taking the med’s until one HALF hour before arrival instead of one hour, just to be safe. It all seems to me to have been a brilliant, hastily constructed, police sting to set me up for a DUI (drugs only) charge and perhaps get my vans off the street now that I have gotten aggressive with my messaging. Now that I have invested thousands of dollars in purchasing one and restoring another, just about completed, for a major publicity campaign. I am the government’s worst nightmare as I have the goods on them regarding John Lennon’s political assassination. The same municipality on the scene within seconds of the accident tried to slander me on national TV news in the mid 1990’s for attending a Stephen King book signing with trumped up trespassing charges just to do this to me; show me on TV in handcuffs branded as a stalker. As newspaper photo’s show, I was merely holding a large sign that read; “STEPHEN KING IS A MURDERER; IT’S TRUE OR HE’D SUE.” Only after I was coerced to take one step inside the store by a stranger was I ambushed from all sides and arrested and put on television. Two days later I was released with no charges filed, the damage to my reputation already done. So, this police sting operation I allege may be the case is not far fetched at all. Other strange facts suggest this to be even more the case.

It is possible this whole thing was innocent and he was just a loopy homeless person who royally screwed up a one block drive to a parking space, but his actions, then and after, suggest not. He had hostile intent, it seems to me, all along.

I am alerting you to my plight so that you can muster whatever support you may have for me to show the authorities you have my back. I need your help, people. Please. Get involved. Masses, get of you guilty, apathetic, lazy asses! My evidence is the pot of gold you have needed since before you were born. Admit it. Not helping me is child abuse as King is still raping all od you until he is exposed BY YOU and jailed. The system, the media and courts who have mind controlled all of you, won’t do it, ever. Only YOU can make justice and truth real in your lives. You’re all sick, people. Realize that. you NEED Steve Lightfoot. You need King like a hole in the head. Why do you think your children are shooting each other at school like King’s 1970’s novel “Rage”? Because you let him keep poisoning all of you, that’s why. You are all chicken and scared of him ” You need me out on the streets with my website and both of my controversial vans. No apathy allowed.

Rather than repeat myself ,please read the letter I am submitting to the ;local district attorney who has the power to prosecute or dismiss my citation before charged.

Steve Lightfoot

P.O.Box 7311 Carmel, Ca. 93921

District Attorney Of The County Of Santa Cruz

Dear Sir,

I am Steve Lightfoot in the matter regarding a dental operation gone awry last January 10, in Dr. ………………….’s parking lot. One second I was about to receive a long awaited and needed dental operation, the next moment I was wondering why my driver had suddenly exited my van leaving it in the middle of the parking lot with the door open and the engine running after ignoring my directions to park, the next minute I found myself in the bushes after moving from the back  section of my van to the front. I found myself either trying to exit my abandoned van, trying to rescue it from rolling as I remember it was out of gear, or perhaps trying to park it in the stall it was next to. At first I thought it was the latter but now realize that the middle is the probable cause; trying to stop a rolling van. It’s even possible the jostling of my maneuvers into the front of the van (The only exit) could have triggered the rolling. Though I was feeling fine and had just driven several miles to the coffee shop to meet my designated driver I had taken some pills a half hour earlier, pills that instructed only  “Careful driving and operating machinery.” It’s even possible that, after the accident in the bushes that ensued, it was enough to raise my adrenaline to the point that that medication I was told to administer could have then taken hold. Up to the accident, however, I should have been in control and I felt fine. Just the maneuvering required to get from the back section of my van to the front seat requires athleticism, balance, strength, and agility and having to wing one leg sideways around a post as well as a garbage can, all while bracing oneself with both hands on the seat and the dash. If I had tried to park it I should have easily been able to do that after getting to the front seat. I now believe I was trying to stop a rolling van. All the existing diagrams and accounts seem to point there more than anywhere else. I was only under the influence of whatever I was told to take after the adrenaline rush from the accident, itself. If the officer took a photo of my inside of van it will show just what an obstacle course I had to overcome just to exit my van and how much sobriety that act required to begin with.

All the above being just a reminder of the incident, I am writing today to add to my suspicions that the police may be involved in setting me up in this case.

As I said, the former police officer turned coffee shop owner who set me up with the homeless person who left me and my van stranded in the middle of a parking lot with the door open and the engine running without a word is one element. He knew for three days about my situation of being on drugs and needing a ride to the operation and the homeless man confided to me days after I met him that he got no sleep the night before after talking to this former police officer. This homeless man who was a stranger stole $100. from my wallet in the process of perhaps leaving my van out of gear balanced on the edge of rolling. This against his claim of trying to get a wheelchair for me. This same man who then tried to abscond with me off the grounds as if to leave the scene of an accident. This same man who belligerently said to me “Hey, toothless, what’s new?” when I came to get my stolen money back. He set up my accident by recklessly driving almost off grounds and then violently making a u-turn only to leave my van stranded in the middle of the parking lot. My directions to park at a specific spot that we rehearsed days earlier, he ignored, all the while keeping his mouth shut once behind the wheel. This seemed strange as he was always very talkative, normally. He completely changed that day.

The fact that two sheriffs deputies were less than a block away at the time seemed suspicious as my history with the Santa Cruz Police finds them fraudulently arresting me just to brand me on national t.v in handcuffs as a stalker of Stephen King, the man I can prove murdered John Lennon in a government plot. A week or two after I first called their office to ask why, a female sheriff deputy or official called me on my cellphone to intimate that I might want to seek mental health for thinking they could have been tipped off in advance that I might be vulnerable to an arrest. Very suspiciously, when I told her that the police officer/coffee shop owner told me ; “That’s the only way you might beat this ticket, is (because of the instructions on the bottle were wrong).” After I told her that she said to me; “Did he really say that?” It was as if she was concerned that he could have been that reckless to make such a remark. It sounded weird  to me. Like there may have been a keen interest in me by the whole department.

A few weeks later I was interrogated by two other sheriff’s in Santa Cruz while watching t.v. in my van and asked to move along. However, one of the officers present also asked me if I would like to receive mental health services. What made it doubly suspicious was that they gave a false reason for interrogating me. I was legally parked and they wrongfully suggested the signs said otherwise until after I corrected them.

If the police did set my accident up instructing Chris Malsack to leave my van balanced on an edge, out of gear it ruined my newly painted van and cost me over $1,900. to fix. It also set me up for possible costs in the thousands in terms of insurance rates and more.

Now, I’ve learned, after giving my other emblazoned van, the 1989 Toyota mini van, to Jack Fox Auto repair for an engine replacement and suspension work last January 07, I learned that they deliberately cut all my injector harness wires to deliberately sabotage my van. Two vans that were getting ready for exposing my evidence are suddenly damaged, seriously, in a row. In fact at the same time. It is a fact this shop services the police academy vehicles for Monterey but I hope that is not why they cut my wires and added almost $3,000. more in now needed repairs. There are other possibilities I think are more pressing regarding an acquaintance I used to know who is friends with the shop owners.

I have a District Attorney investigation launched already and am billboarding that shop out of business. I will also sue them for the damages. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced.

Either way, the police angle to stop my newly refurbished vans from hitting the streets and to possibly take my licence away for six months seems more of a possibility than when I first wrote you.

In fact, the citing officer, officer Clissold, may have told the one witness to avoid any contact with me. My attempts to get her account of what happened were met with threats to stay away as if she had been told to avoid me. Isn’t that tampering with my ability to collect evidence? I found it curious that officer Clissold visited with Bill, the coffee shop owner / police officer, after the incident. This is the place of origin if my suspicions of a police set up are correct. Also, officer Claussen cutting off my theft report in mid stride and then canceling it, after, was out of the ordinary. All quite distressing as the police have left me alone for so long since I got my website up last 2001. It seems a contingency plan was executed at a moment of opportunity, perhaps.

In my last letter to your office I mentioned that I have been prevented from filing a citizen’s arrest on Stephen King for murdering John Lennon in spite of several attempts in Manhattan to do so. Precisely BECAUSE it is John Lennon’s murder and because the government is involved I am being denied my civil rights in this regard .As such I cannot legally be tried in a criminal matter until that right has been restored and I can file charges, come forward and remove my life from extreme danger. Equal protection under the law also means equal access to the law.

I will try to contact an appropriate attorney, either criminal or civil rights, and see what I can do to perform this right I should have. If that right is not restored, but even if it is, I would ask that you not charge me in this matter. It was mostly a matter of bizarre circumstances and not a conscious act of doing anything wrong by me. It could have happened to anyone it happened so fast. I did nothing I wasn’t led to believe I was capable of. My dentist says the pharmacy was liable and to blame for mislabeling the pill’s directions. I, in fact, exercised extra caution by taking some meds a half hour before arrival instead of an hour before (My on scene remarks  notwithstanding) Certain characterizations of my sobriety before the incident are so false I have to suspect that the remarks could have been agenda driven and not in accord with the facts. There may have occurred a sudden rush of the pill’s effects immediately after the accident due to adrenaline, but before the incident I felt fine and must have been just to get to the front seat. All indications are that I was confronted with a rolling vehicle out of gear and could not stop it in time. I do remember the column lever was out of position. It was Cris’s first time in my van. Whether Cris did this accidentally or on purpose or if this was the case I will never know.

I am the opposite type of person to find myself with this kind of charge. I have a crime free record after over 65 years of living and zealously guard to keep my rights and privileges. I live in my van(s) and need to drive them to rescue my endangered life from censorship in our media and justice system. I am the proverbial hero in the cold trying to come forward, charge Stephen king and remove my life from danger. Few Californian’s in it’s long history can point to more police abuses than I can, especially in the 80’s and 90’s. It’s not like I am imagining my evidence or it’s importance. IF this latest episode was a police set up it was cruel and callous and I should not be letting down my guard by any means. The deliberate sabotage against my other van, simultaneously, really has focused me on the nature of all that is happening to me. Please do not take this letter wrong. I am concerned about the whole circumstances as my life could depend on it.

The above is true and correct under penalty of perjury. Dated March 25, 2019

Thank you for your consideration,

Steve Lightfoot


My name is Steve Lightfoot and I am to appear on February 20, 2019 for a DUI (drugs only) citation. Having just read the police report I must write to you to let you know that it is very inaccurate and I want to offer my side of the story for your consideration and to correct the mistakes the report lists. This is a story of a third party who disobeyed directions to simply park my van but, instead, left it stranded in the middle of the roadway in a private parking lot with the engine running and the door open and possibly the gear lever in neutral, without explaining a word to me why. This is also the story of two other third parties who wrongfully instructed me on the use of my pre operation medication I was instructed to take before my arrival.; both the dentist’s office and the pharmacy. The dentist’s office was supposed to give me formal directions as to how to administer the pills but failed to do so, for whatever reason, at my consent signing appointment days earlier. I didn’t receive them until after my accident along with the citation print dated after the fact. The pharmacy instructions read; “Careful driving and operating machinery..”They were supposed to read; “Do not drive after taking medication.” as listed in my too little too late dentist’s instructions.  So there are third parties who may be more responsible for whatever happened than me.

Initially I was scheduled to arrive at 7:00 am, unmedicated and receive all my meds in house but a last minute change had me arriving at 7:30 and taking meds off site. I recall the dentist’s office telling me the night before; “Just forget everything else and just follow the pill bottle’s instructions..” Perhaps because my father was a doctor and because I stay as far away from drugs as possible, instead of taking these two Halcion tablets and one penicillin tablet an hour before arrival, just to be safe, I waited until one HALF hour before. The dentist’s office was told I would be driving to the coffee shop to meet my ride and they never said not to. In fact, I drove the two to three miles just fine and feeling zero effects, I thought. At 7:20 Cris arrived and we set out for the office a block away. Cris insisted he drive so I helped myself into the back of the van unassisted, opening at least two doors, propping one up with a stick, getting inside and closing the doors back up before sitting on my bed. Very able bodied indeed, in spite of other reports to the contrary. All this complex maneuvering just a minute before the accident.

How could I know that, in one minute’s time I could go from one of the best days of my life – getting my long needed mouth restoration started – to one of the worst days of my life – me and my van in the bushes wondering what just happened. How could I know that the man I just hired to help me would, in the space of a few minutes, disobey my directions, leave me stranded in the middle of the road with the van running and door wide open, possibly out of gear, to boot, without a word, steal $100.00 from my wallet, do all of this with a suspended driver’s licence he told me nothing about and then, after the fact, try to shuttle me off the accident scene in a wheelchair shouting; “You’re a dead man! We have to get you out of here.!” I have no recall of this last event but the report says only a group of people stopped him from doing just that. I was hijacked and kidnapped by him twice in just a few minutes. All beyond my control.

As I recall, I was abandoned by my designated driver, a man I just met days earlier at a coffee shop a block away named Cris Malsack, in the middle of the parking lot in the roadway with the engine running and the door wide open.. He had just disobeyed my directions to “Park right here.” as we rehearsed days before but, instead, without a word, drove recklessly almost off grounds before he made a harsh and sudden U-turn back to the area near my parking space but exited my van and left me and my van in the middle of the roadway with the door open, the keys in the ignition and the engine running. I wondered did he just steal something of mine and run off. I wondered was he miffed that I asked him to park. I had no idea what was happening.

One of three things happened next; Either I noticed my van rolling and tried to jump into the driver’s seat to stop it and wound up in the bushes also grazing another car that was trying to park, or I tried, unsuccessfully, to park it, or I was simply trying to exit my van as it was the only door available as the rear doors only open from the outside. I have no sliding door as it was welded shut and bondo’d over by the previous owner. I initially told the officer at the scene that I thought I was trying to park my van. The Halcion I was instructed to take, I was told later, plays with one’s memory. (Days later I called the CHP officer, Clissold, to let him know that I distinctly remember that the gear lever was out of position when I tried to grab it suggesting that the van may have been rolling and that I most likely tried to jump into the driver’s seat to stop it. That I may have misspoke about trying to simply park it. He refused to put that in his report claiming I changed my story. I told him about the medication clouding my memory but he was unmoved.)

My operation was scuttled for two weeks and I just underwent the excruciating surgery awake just to avoid any such repeat. Several teeth were removed, infection was ground away, my gums were opened up to just bone, six implants were screwed in my upper jaw and I was sewed back up. I even heard my skull crack loudly, once, all while just locally numbed.

Though the report suggests I was falling down after the accident and unsteady, I believe police cams should show that I was, instead, walking about and explaining things without a problem.

I am comfortable that I was unimpaired at the moment I tried to get into the driver’s seat. I remember noticing the gear lever being out of position, but the aftermath of crashing may have aroused an adrenaline surge that could have triggered whatever medication I was on to kick in, suddenly. I suppose that’s possible. I maintain that I was fine up until the crash. After that anyone, on medication or not, would have been dazed and confused a little.

I was driven to a recovery center and found out there that I was missing exactly $100.00 from my wallet that the citing officer gave me hours later. I was able bodied enough to climb a flight of stairs, retrieve a pencil and paper and do the math just to make sure at the time. At about that time I was ordered to provide a blood sample and conduct a sobriety test. I merely complied but did not agree to any such tests. Except for one wiggle on one step, only, I passed that test. I immediately removed the three quarter inch lift I carry in that shoe to show the officer why it was I may have slipped. My finger to nose test went perfectly. In spite of this he deemed me impaired. An hour after the fact I would be more, not less, susceptible to the medication that was to last for four hours I was told. I allege that any test administered that late after the fact should be ruled inconclusive and inaccurate.

At some point officer Clissold remarked; “He drove you to your appointment with a suspended driver’s licence.” as if to demonstrate Cris’s willingness to help me. When I asked him why he didn’t cite Cris for driving on a suspended licence he remarked that he didn’t see him actually driving. No officer saw me driving, either. This fact triggered suspicions about a police sting that may have entrapped me along with other facts, both related here and from the mid 1990’s when this same police department set me up to be televised on national television news in handcuffs labeled a stalker of Stephen King, the horror writer, who I can prove murdered John Lennon in a Nixon, Reagan conspiracy. There are many more red flag that point to just this, I will point out here, but, having read the report, I now see how it might be more innocent than I once thought.

Upon my release from the recovery center (3:00 pm) I, driving just fine, went back to The Coffee Shop to find Cris and my missing $100.00. Bill, the owner and  former police officer and the one who introduced me to Cris, told me he hadn’t seen Cris since that morning. He told me officer Clissold came by looking for him, however. Then Bill said; “He was only trying to get you a wheel chair.” the first I ever heard about any wheel chair. It was something never discussed when I went over the directions with Cris to park days earlier. Unless officer Clissold told him that he may have lied to tell me that Cris had not come by since the accident. Bill also asked me to not come back to his coffee shop trying to blame me for everything. The last thing Bill said to me was this; “You know I’m a former police officer, right? It sounded a lot like; “You know we just set you up, right?” with all the police abuses I’ve endured over three decades.

Days later I drove to Roseville, California and spent over $1,900.00 to repair my recently purchased and painted and now damaged van and I rescheduled my surgery.. When I went to find Cris and my $100.00 on the 18th of January he was there and said something I suppose he could have been coached to say to me by police to see if I would react by trying to clobber him to further entrap me. He snidely said; “Hey, toothless, what’s new?” He knew I suspected him of stealing my money by then. I told him as much and he tried to deny it at first. I replied; “So, you’re saying the officer took it?” Cris asked me; “When did I ever have your wallet?” When I explained he took it from my ignition at the time of the accident he went silent, turned away and said, under his breath, something about him vandalizing my van if he ever saw it around town. (A subsequent attempt to file a theft and threat report with Deputy Claussen was aborted in mid stride my him and I was told to file a small claim against him, instead.)

My last visit with Bill at his coffee shop I told him that Cris may have left my van out of gear and I asked him if I was set up. He just turned away, silent.

Now, almost a month later, I have seen the police report and it is so full of mistakes it prompted me to write you to make corrections. (See report supplement I included) It shows that Cris Malsack, not I, drove my van to the dentist’s parking lot..  Officer Clissold states otherwise. He must be confused. I told him that Cris insisted on driving and all of this would have been avoided had I stuck to my original plan to drive my van to the lot and walk to the coffee shop to meet Cris. I explained this last minute decision to drive to the coffee shop instead of my original plan played a role in what happened. That it would otherwise have been avoided, entirely. Strangely, his report says that Cris admitted he drove my van there to begin with. So, he claims that I told him differently. He’s wrong about that. He is confused.

The third party reports of me being unsteady and of grazing another vehicle were humbling, I must say, as I thought I was up and walking around just fine the whole time. My unassisted entry into the back of my van a minute before the accident suggests I was much steadier than some accounts given.

If I told officer Clissold or another officer that I took the medication at 6:30 instead of at 7:00 am I may have been mistaken. To be extra safe I waited until 7:00.

Reports of Cris riding his bicycle at all during any of this are  false. His bicycle was always at the coffee shop and never near the dentist’s parking lot. He drove my van to the middle of the roadway and left it running, door wide open and likely out of gear.. All while his bicycle was at the coffee shop over a block away. The report is full of the wrong information.

The fact that officer Clissold included that he got Cris’s name from his driver’s licence and then informed me it was suspended is bizarre. Cris should have been cited and this fact of a driver with a suspended licence being  involved in the whole episode should have been included in the report. It was suspiciously absent and shows a bias towards only prosecuting me.

In many ways I was a victim in this bizarre episode.

I suppose the dentist’s office as well as the pharmacy are both liable for, one, not giving me the proper instructional package until after the fact, instructions that should have been delivered to me at my consent signing appointment, the ones that say; “Do not drive after taking medications” Instead i was told to just follow the pill bottle’s instructions which read; “Careful driving and operating machinery.”

The last thing I want to do is have to sue my dentist for anything as he is about to give me back my teeth and I need him on my side. I probably have a good case, however.

The same applies for CVS pharmacy who, according to my dentist’s office, provided false instructions. They even photographed my pill bottle for evidence.

Cris malsack is penny less and, even if liable for damages, ( He signed a form accepting responsibility for my welfare as he simultaneously left me in a running vehicle stranded in the middle of the roadway without explanation) he cannot be seen as a form of remedy for what happened, even if it was he who was mostly to blame for what happened.

I believe my record of zero DUI charges ever in my life in almost 50 years and one million miles of driving speaks to my true nature and this offense is not reflective of Steve Lightfoot the driver. In fact only once in my life have I ever BEEN behind the wheel even close to drunk. When I was 19, alone and on a back road. That scare swas all I needed and have never been under the influence of anything since. My parents gave me aversion therapy regarding smoking and drinking when I was a young man and I have never liked alcohol, ever. I’ve never smoked cigarettes, either. If I drink it’s only one beer and only when I karaoke to satisfy the merchant. I often even order milk or juice, in fact..

Except for marijuana I have never used drugs of any kind in my life. I have never purchased anything except marijuana and had a valid medical recommendation for it’s use even before it was legalized, generally. My condition relates, in fact, to past police abuses and traumas as well as lower back pain.

I did say in this instance to one officer; “No DUI’s ever should count for something.” Don’t you also agree with me in this regard? I’m almost 65 and live in my van and need it as I cannot afford to pay rent at a time when my life is in real danger until Stephen King is exposed and jailed for his real crime. To even risk losing my ability to drive would present a hardship I don’t think I deserve. I am the exact opposite of what I am charged with. Maybe one percent of the population has been as responsible behind the wheel as I have been my whole life. That anyone else was impacted, however slightly at however small a speed in just a parking lot and not an open road, distresses me greatly. I probably had to rescue a rolling van and, if that was the case, should not be held responsible. The dentist’s office and the pharmacy and the criminal driver I happened to hire for a simple job all contributed to what happened. I should not be charged, I don’t think, in this matter as it may have been beyond my control. I followed the prescription’s directions and had no cause to think I could not at least park my van. No one really knows if it was rolling or not. I only know I am certain that the lever was out of position when I tried to grab it.

It’s a non starter to suggest to a court official that the police could have orchestrated this whole event and even coached Cris to do everything he did.  I have no proof, I suppose, but there are several red flags in this regard. If I have to defend myself this aspect will be part of any defense as well as a change of venue given Santa Cruz’s prior charade to brand me on national tv as a stalker of murderer Stephen King. So, let’s stick to the other defenses I have. The dentist and pharmacy are liable for misinforming me and Cris is liable for his actions as well.

I deserve a break from your municipality for being wrongfully defamed in the mid 90’s when I am, in reality, a real live American hero, no less.

Please consider not charging me in this matter. I am willing to abide by whatever stipulation you might include to prove myself worthy of this kindness and fairness on your part. Although I have one more operation to go I will not be put under for it and I am confident no other matter will arise to disappoint you, after.

The report is very flawed. I hope I’ve corrected the mistakes so you can make sense of it all. Thank you for listening and considering my plea..

I declare, under penalty of perjury, that the above is true and correct.

Dated February 04, 2019

Steve Lightfoot

December 27, 2018;

Well, I told my chiropractor that I must harness the energy of the celebration of Dec. 25 and apply it to breaking  my story without really knowing what it meant. It’s that funky, once a year time when people are bending over backwards to be better than they normally are and special insights abound for me.

I spent that eve tossing and turning over what slogan to use that best captures that insight. I was in a forgiving mood towards guilty mankind acknowledging that they are scared blind, raped silent and traumatized beyond their humanness to overcome. Otherwise every parent wouldn’t be protecting Stephen King instead of their victimized children. The public really must be raped silent by the evil of the crime. Shocked and awed into a stupor they can’t break free from. Military use of psychology and mind control over all of you. Nothing less than exactly that.

I’ve come up with these rather large four foot long slogans to adorn the lower three sides of my van against a black backround.;































































Those are the first considerations. Be regretful I only have room for three. Three WILL be going up, soon. By the way, for those who may be wondering, I have a small door already made to conform to what was once an ice cream van display window. The only last details may be in painting some slogans a bright yellow instead of grey where the black backrounds are considered.


Another slogan I forgot to mention.

December 17, 2018;

I’m about to give my van a black skirt to balance out the optics as well as supply it with a new area for opposite color slogans to compliment the blackened window areas. I’m considering

Endangered messenger; Steve Lightfoot

for the rear bumper (grey over black) or, more aggressive;

“Your apathy endangers me”; Steve Lightfoot

or, even;

Messenger / Exorcist; Steve Ligfhtfoot

For the side skirts (grey over black) maybe;’ Your Silence Is Sub-human….You Brainwashed Bastards…..Working Class Hero Killers…Silent U.S. Yellow…Silent U.S. Raped Yellow…..Silent Public Insane….You Brainwashed Cowards…You Brainwashed Phonies….’

or other like minded messages. Point is; why are you victims protecting Stephen King instead of your victimized children? “Oh, but you’re crazy. Stephen King didn’t kill John Lennon. Everybody knows Hinckley did it.” To which I reply; “You sick, cowardly, phony, jealous, ashamed,  boot-licking, child abusing,  brainwashed, misinformed, ‘see no evil’ Monkey. Grow UP!!!!”

Most people confuse Hinckley with Chapman, but they know better than me. You see?

You unworthy ingrates. Stop sucking your thumbs and act. Demonstrate. Protest. Raise a ruckus. Are you all insane, brainwashed cowards?

I look around me and see all your insanity and contrariness magnified 1,000 times. That YOU can’t see it, too, is frightening. Stephen King has imprisoned all of you with fear. Now you all have to jail HIM before any of you can begin to be free, again, yourselves. You people can’t repay me enough for the service my courage and intellect provide you. You are still grinding pearls beneath your molars, aren’t you? You money controlled, self abusing fools.

The asteroid you’re all begging for can’t be too far away is my guess. Meanwhile, aren’t your children shooting themselves at school out of frustration that you parents are so goddamned blind? I’d wish you all Merry Christmas only you’re all still letting the government kill the smart guy like Christ and John Lennon. Christ’s sacrifice saved nobody. You haven’t changed one whit. Now you even empower the real killer to urinate all over your decency, after. You’re all sick.

December 11, 2018;

Well, at least two people showed up this time for my rally and actually held a sign up with me. That’s the idea, folks, to show support and demand media attention to air the evidence so we can begin the arrest procedure of our mortal enemy, our killjoy / sociopath; Stephen King. Granted, they only stayed for a short while, but it was encouraging. One of the supporters is a fan of mine I didn’t know about. My take-away from the event was I got to emblazon my like new (2000) Chevy Astro High Top van with lots of slogans to pitch my case to the public. In the chapters below I offered up hundreds and have now chosen from that batch. Here they are; (On the driver’s side from top to bottom) – Lennon Killer’s Repent…Jail Murderer Stephen King…Demand Disclosure – Demonstrate….Be Better Than You Are – Care….Stand Up To The Cover-up….NIXON, REAGAN, STEPHEN KING CONSPIRACY…Face Up To The Facts…Smell Your Nightmare  ( Rear side, top to bottom ) –  Author Stephen King Is A Murderer….Chapman Story; Media Hoax….Nixon’s Sick Trick On You….Blowing Up Your Cover-up!  (Passenger side, top to bottom ) – Sick U.S. Under A Lie…Up Your Cowardly Cover-up….DESERVE Truth – Protest… You Phonies Saw No Trial….Govt.Media – Our Enemy….NIXON, REAGAN STEPHEN KING CONSPIRACY….Help Me Come Forward….Guilty Public Apathetic

There will be a few more after I get the bottom skirt changed to satin black so I can alternate the color scheme but, so far, I think pretty controversial and appropriate. These slogans will change as I see fit if I can ramp up the rhetoric. Let’s hope I don’t have to degenerate to ones like; “God Damn Your Apathy” because it’s legal and I’m desperate.

Just before the rally began I got on KSCO (I had to use my middle name; Mark) and was allowed to sing one of my songs from the past using Ray Charles song “Busted” I’m pretty proud of the elegance of the lyrics and here it is, a swipe, at the time, at right wing radio;

In the name of what’s fair, now liberals get air, I’m busted

Alternative views are making the news, I’m busted

Our monopoly’s gone and it won’t be long till everyone knows that the right is wrong

And, brother, that’s why I’m singing this song, I’m busted

(Verse two)

Well I had a nice gig now they say I’m too big, I’m busted

Now people will know that I’m just a Joe can’t be trusted

Well I pounded those libs with my lies and my fibs. I foamed at the mouth till I had to wear bibs

And it’s getting harder to brainwash your kids….( Melody change, outro)..I’ve got the bluuuuuuues!

It was in response to the then re-introduced “Fairness Doctrine” in radio.

Without sounding too proud, only a John Lennon could have done better, I think. Nobody was ever more elegant than he when it came to lyrics. What a loss to our world he is dead. In my opinion, John Lennon was the greatest man in the last 200 years….Period!

Now, although my situation is better with the more robust incarnation of my message – actually using language in multiple ways to bend your conscience – I have been audibly upset, to the point of public tantrums, I’m so disgusted with America’s weak people, America’s phony people, America’s cowardly people.  You IMPOSSIBLE phonies aren’t fair and you’re all very sick and beaten down by the Rockefeller media machine that is now beating up on Trump since he ousted Rockefeller from power( The first time it’s happened since 1960 when Kennedy was elected.) You pinko, globalist masochists. Shame on your surrender America ways. The movie; “The Wizard Of Oz” is all about your sick dilemma; people being crushed by wicked governments because their creator made them too weak to stand up straight without a hero to shepherd them away from evil when it strikes.

The Rockefeller globalist machine arranged for Stephen King to murder John Lennon to TERRORIZE YOU! To beat you down and corrupt you. Nixon wrote, at the time; “…America must learn to lower it’s ideals…” That’s when I first suspected that he was an enemy plant. Now I understand that Rockefeller runs America and it’s presidents, except lately. The Rockefeller dynasty is a satanic, evil, globalist, power corrupted monster selling your country out from underneath you that YOU PEOPLE MUST STOP! You see ROCKEFELLER whenever you see a media talking head attacking Trump. It is left to me to have to point that out. Wake up, you apathetic ingrates.

The last time I pointed this fact out one of the major Rockefellers actually died a week later. It’s time you all slay the dragon that is suffocating you with Stephen King’s brand of evil and kill of the power that family has over your lives. If you can’t do it with my Lennon murder findings you can’t do it, period. Off your asses, masses! Protest, NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

November 28,2018

As my anniversary rally deadline looms KSCO, the radio station who interviewed me last year and allowed me to host for two days, is censoring my input over their airwaves (A victory for all jealous losers who can’t handle the truth) and the owner, Michael Zwerling, is exhibiting signs he is behind it. If this bears out then you can scratch KSCO off your list of media you can trust.

I was interviewed on Valentine’s Day last February for what may have been intended as a “Valentine’s Day Massacre” on my evidence findings. Mr. Zwerling seemed stunned, after, when I asked to put a KSCO sticker on my website van. I was supposed to lose in the interview but, in spite of one caller who tried to sink my ship, I won the hour and prevailed.

Now that Mr. Zwerling seems to be censoring the most controversial caller he has ever had the privilege to know, you should all know that you are without a friend in ANY media of all shapes and forms. You are in Soviet America and they want to keep you all in the dark about that conspiracy that Lennon’s murder helped reveal. In fact, Michael Zwerling was last heard expounding on all the ways China outdoes America following his recent trip there.

If Lennon’s murder has taught me anything it is that out ENEMY committed the crime, not necessarily the U.S. government. Translation; KSCO may WELL BE part of the mass media sellout our country has been suffering under the last several decades. The Rockefeller Globalist Movement has been suffocating you all and keeping you stupid with their media. (More details of the break-up a little further down this chapter…)

This December 08, a Saturday, I need you depraved victims to stand up and fight back and help bring me and my findings forward. I’ll be in downtown Monterey from noon until 6 pm. WILL YOU SHOW UP  or will you lose out and suffer the rest of your brainwashed life?

Come together over, right now, over John. Be there or stay square. I have extra signs. You MUST show up and start joining me and stand next to me and hold signs. Otherwise you’re all powerless. You need me at least as much as I need you. Win, people. You’ve been losers for too long already. Imagine you caring. Imagine you living under the truth, finally.

Meanwhile, I am re emblazoning my new van with my website address and a dozen selected messages to sink the message into the blind soul of America.. At the top they follow;

Silent America Insane….Lennon Killer’s Repent…Guilty Public Apathetic…Author; Stephen King Murdered John Lennon….Chapman Story; Media Hoax….Nixon’s Sick Trick On You…Storm Your Lying Media…You Brainwashed Bozos….Silent America  Yellow…Face Up To The Facts – Stand Up To The Cover-up….Govt. Codes. Tell All…Proof, People – Wake Up!…Sick U.S. Under A Lie…Log On Or Lose Out….Loser Public Under A Lie…Smell Your Nightmare…Get Well; Get Informed…United You Misunderstand…Are You Truth Worthy?…Silent U.S. Under Evil….Your Apathy – Pure Evil….Assassinate Your Apathy….Collapsing The Cover-up…Blowing Up Your Cover-up….Jail Murderer; Stephen King….Only Cowards Cover Up…You Mute Masochists….Your Enemy; Your Apathy….Real Story Your Apathy….Satan Got Your Tongues?….Still Sucking Under A Lie?…You Suck Under The Lie….Only Cowards Don’t Care….Your Apathy Isn’t Funny…Your Cover-up Isn’t Cool….Curb Your Cowardly Cover-up……Too Stupid To Care?….Silence Is Sub-human…Sub-human Race, Repent….Sick America Silent…..Sick U.S. Under A Lie…..Sick, Silent America….Guilty Mankind, Willfully Blind…Shame On Your Apathy…Get Informed, You Phonies…Phony Public Repent….Silent Public Exposed….No Good Public Silent….Silence Is For Victims…Fight Back You Victims….You’re Nixon’s Victims….Your Crime, The Cover-up….U.S. Caught In A Cover-up…Caught In Your Cover-up….Your Apathy Is Evil….Nightmarica, Wake Up…Your Nightmare Blind U.S…..Nightmarica Unmasked….Nixon’s Nastiness Unmasked…Stephen King Unmasked…..Nasty Public Apathetic….Sick U.S, Saw No Trial….Chapman Never Stood Trial….Phony Public Failing Facts…Silent U.S. In Disgrace….Your Lives A Nightmare….Nixon’s Coup Against You….You Brainwashed Bastards….You Brainwashed Phonies….Cover-up Crippling You…Crippled U.S. Yellow…..Apathy Is For Ass-bites…Cover-ups Are For Cowards….Silent Public Stupid…You’re Phony – This Is Real…No Apathy Allowed…How Dare You Not Care…Care Or Be Square….Believe it Or Be Stupid….Believe It Or Be Brainwashed….Slob Public Apathetic…Great Cause – Lost Nation…You Mute Masochists…Media Controlled Cowards…You Corrupted Cowards…Cover-up Corrupting You…..Ignorance Isn’t The Answer…Apathy Isn’t the Answer….Ignorance is For Infidels….Come Clean, You Cowards…Fess Up, You Phonies…Phony Public Falls Silent!….Denial; Your Downfall….Real Conspiracy Your Apathy!….Your Apathy Un-American….Brave Me vs Yellow U.S….U.S of Apathy, Repent……Silence = Self Abuse…Help Me Come Forward Or Hold Yourselves Back…Be Better Than You Are – Care……

The only question being WHICH dozen slogans out of that pool. They will be divided into two fonts to separate the messages (The kind used by Time and Newsweek at the time) and some will be stacked two liners. They will splay akimbo across the yellow body of the van using grey letters and the blackened windows that will showcase the website address will be in either grey or yellow letters using a special font like on my other van. The idea is to either shame or educate you to the point of becoming outraged over the matter enough to protest against the media censorship of this monster sized news. The biggest expose of all time, in fact. A news story with automatic revolution built into it. THE story of our time, bar none. PROBABLY the biggest news since Christ. That’s my esteemed opinion. That’s why I think it scares you all so much. So much power in your hands for a change. You seem embarrassed to use it. You poor, terrorized, media scared, boot-lickers. Now you have a chance to be well for once.

So, “Get Outraged, You Douche Bags” The watching world is wondering what ever happened to the home of the brave. So far, I’m the last of the Mohicans in that category, face it. The rest of you ALL actually ARE bootlicking, brainwashed, turncoat cowards until you jail evil Stephen King; society’s killjoy. Your Enemy. Probably The Kremlin’s gremlin, truth be known.

The details behind KSCO blackballing (censoring) me.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you listened to my last call on KSCO this Saturday, the 30th of November, 2018, you heard Michael Zwerling, the owner, announce that they would be blocking my number from now on and that his mistake was being too nice to me in the first place. He used my use of the word “bullshit” as his pretend excuse for doing so, just proving that he is full of bullshit and that his station, KSCO, is all just bullshit befitting of Trump’s ‘enemy of the people’ description of the media in general. It wasn’t at all like that, people. Still, I know I will be remembered, figuratively, yelling “Bullshit!” as I left the building, so to speak. It’s a fitting word for the station and situation.

The week after my February 14, 2018 interview when I called the station Michael Zwerling interrupted me to announce that; “Most people think that Steve Lightfoot is crazy…” busting whatever good guy image I may have had of him before. He knew, full well, what evil he was up to. He was putting a pillow over YOUR FACES and smothering you in your sleep. Without guilt, he was injecting you with media poison. Just like the ‘enemy of the people’ media does. I let it slide without too much fuss but I knew M.Z. was likely no good, then.

Months after this his team of part time hosts re-iterated Zwerling’s untrue suggestion that most people think I’m crazy. One said that ; “…everybody knows Steve Lightfoot is crazy.” His co-hosts chimed in that; “…Even if Stephen King DID kill John Lennon it’s not important now…”

Both of these individuals were subsequently fired for suggesting that Zwerling might have Nazi tendencies in spite of, perhaps, doing his dirty work to put me down. I recall how these two once put Georgia (another host) down and were suspended. I filled in as substitute host for them, in fact, for two consecutive weeks. Did Zwerling ask them to put Georgia down and then come to her rescue, publicly, to shield him from suspicion? I think so. She isn’t Jewish and, therefore, not ideal. That’s my opinion of how he regards her.

By the way, if anyone is known for being a little “loopy” and off kilter it is Michael Zwerling who, in fact, is open about the probability. He admits to farting and belching as two of his favorite things in the world and other such oddities and has no claim to besmirch me. I’ve never had any mental history or ever taken meds. Can he say the same? I’ve never been diagnosed as “crazy” in spite of one government attempt to do so.What’s his history?

When I was interviewed in February one caller tried to shoot me down (I think orchestrated in advance by Zwerling) when he said that I; “…have no humility.” As if I shouldn’t be extremely proud of what I do. Months later I referred to that call suggesting that I’d rather have no humility than to have no pride like the caller. Ever since I turned his ‘poison’ caller inside out I started getting blocked by KSCO, several weeks ago, in fact. I suspect Zwerling took it personally since he, too, isn’t outraged by what Stephen King did to the world.

Since I was given so much exposure that one spring I agreed with their afternoon call screener, Annie, to discuss Lennon’s murder only minimally but not completely lest I lose credibility. I held to that promise only bringing it up ten percent of the time and I enjoyed a long season as a caller there. Then I de-fanged that one enemy of the truth caller and things changed.

There are times to call and use a phrase that can’t wait and when the Paradise and Woolsey fires and the Thousand Oaks shooting all took place simultaneously I stepped up to the mic to say; “Not to seem insensitive or suggest that God might be exacting punishment on us for something we did or didn’t do in light of all the biblical in scope events taking place, but I have to ask the question; How’s that Lennon murder cover-up working out for you, California?”

This was the supposed reason Zwerling agreed with Annie to censor me, because I discussed the Lennon topic. Not so. In fact, the day before Annie pretended, three times, that my phone was making a strange noise, told me not to bother calling back and hung up on me. I hadn’t even had the chance to discuss anything. So Michael Zwerling is lying if he suggests otherwise.

I wondered early on what was a Jew (Michael Zwerling) doing giving me the freedom to air my Lennon expose? Haven’t the Jewish media been the one’s who made Stephen King’s evil crime possible by colluding with big government whenever they kill our heroes? They seemed to enjoy all their bold print codes while they were killing John in Time and Newsweek then. So why is a Jew now obliging my evidence? A possibly metrosexual one at that?

It seems it was too good to be true, after all, people.

My favorite hero is a Jew; Jesus. Too bad most Jews don’t agree, however. I am NOT an anti-Semite. I DO think our Semite controlled mass media is a bad thing, however, and I was let down when Michael Zwerling demonstrated the callous, sub-human coldness necessary to look the other way where Lennon’s assassination is concerned.

I will speak to the subject of what I really think of the Jew since they run most of the mass media.

The cry; “Crucify Jesus, free Barabbas” screams of jealousy and I’ve noticed that no one is allowed to be smarter than a Jew. As if all that inbreeding and keeping to only themselves that made them lose their hair and vision, etc, somehow made them smarter than everybody else. It didn’t. Even if they were smarter they have no business killing off smarter geniuses like John Lennon. Jealousy and insecurity seem to drive this need to kill Jesus and whomever else is willing to turn over the tables in our government controlled world. No race is smart enough to decide who is or is not allowed to lead us. The Jewish media monopoly is wrong and I’m not ashamed to say so. It was wrong not to blame Saudi Arabia for 9-11. It was wrong to excuse a very public trial for Mark Chapman and it was satanic to cover up for Nixon, Reagan and Stephen King. It is wrong of KSCO to censor me, especially as my Lennon murder rally is approaching.

Apparently Zwerling wonders are you Santa Cruzers and Monterey crowd ready to overcome the suffocation by pillow media and demonstrate for the truth. For justice. KSCO has done a pretty good job of castrating it’s listeners, subversively and on purpose, perhaps.

Otherwise he wouldn’t be so afraid of me announcing my need for demonstrators, now.

KSCO is a little too feminized for my taste but pleasant and touchy – feely, sort of. It is not your friend, however, if you expect them to help you escape the evil clutches of Stephen King. People like Steve Lightfoot and John Lennon should not be allowed to show up the world is how they seem to think.

Three percent of our population runs 80 percent of our media!? I’d make a law preventing any more 20 percent of any denomination to run our media if I were president. Out of national security, for starters.

So, people, get off your apathetic asses and help me. Don’t let classless cowards who go weak in the knees when duty calls call the shots for you anymore.  Trump their evil cover-up.

December 08, 2019, downtown Monterey. Be there or stay square.

In summary; Michael Zwerling, I think, following my on air put down of George Nori of “Coast To Coast” radio fame while being interviewed by Zwerling, used that episode as the spark for him to set me up for a  media “take down” in retaliation. I had reprimanded Mr. Nori for distracting us from politics with made up stories about alien invasions when he could be more responsible for everyone’s sake and focus our attention down here where it is needed.

It was shortly after this when I was invited to be interviewed and, I think, set up to be shot down by KSCO, after. I handled the possible set up caller who tried to sink my ship and won the two hours. Enough to emblazen my van with a KSCO sticker to thank the station for giving me some air time. The very next opportunity Zwerling used the “Most people think Steve Lightfoot is crazy..” bullet and, I think, had his other hosts follow suit weeks later to shoot me down. I noticed Zwerling was fuming minutes after I called in to rebuke their remarks that day but  wouldn’t explain why. (My punch back at their possibly scripted remarks their first minute back from a two week suspension?) They were remembered weeks later yelling “Nazi”, figuratively,  as they left the building, however, about KSCO. After I finally skunked that poison call with my line; “I’d rather have no humility than no pride..” my free reign over their airwaves started to screech to a halt. Months ago, in fact, I had to confront Michael about Annie blocking me and that he must be behind it. He could only respond; “I don’t want to talk about it now.”

The day before I dropped the other bomb about all these fires and the shooting being possible divine retribution for ducking Lennon’s murder all these years Annie tried to tell me; “..and don’t bother calling back..” pretending my phone was making a strange noise. So, the next day, surprised that she let me on, I used the opportunity to ring a mighty bell and I did. As my Lennon murder anniversary rally began to loom near I was absolutely cut off from advertising the event. I knew then, for sure, that KSCO was NEVER on my side, ever, and wanted to massacre my evidence on Valentine’s Day  but found out it wasn’t my first rodeo. This last phone conversation with Michael, before he just hung up on me the next day I recall him asking me to play by their rules and they are “No discussion of Lennon’s murder, ever..” “I don’t want people to think I’m behind your crusade..”

So it’s come to a parting of the ways for us. KSCO has managed to castrate the people of Santa Cruz and Monterey for them to all STILL be apathetic after knowing what I have discovered. Admit it, people, like the title of my chapter, here; PEOPLE, YOU”RE THE PROBLEM.

So, please, be better than you are and care. Show up at my Dec. 8 rally in downtown Monterey and I have extra signs, galore for you. The enemy media will NEVER expose this news if you don’t demand that they do. That’s the idea behind my rally, people. Or, you can remain under Stephen King’s golden showers you seem to like so much as you watch America descend into a mass shooting a week nation. That’s what Stephen King wants to happen to America. He warns us over and over in one book a year after his crime; “Beware the Jewish / communist plot against the U.S.” You know, it took the Las Vegas shooting last year to bring King out of the woodwork and e-mail me. He lives for this phenomenon to overtake America. Stephen King is your real life enemy. He is a real life, anti human race monster and needs cuffs. Why have you people been so guilty of doing nothing all this pathetic time? December 8 is a Saturday. No excuses not to show up. What better way to spend a day off than righting a wronged world.?

WHEN you show up don’t wait until you see others protesting with me join in and START a trend or it will fail. Don’t fail yourselves or deprive yourselves of life under truth one more year.

Right now all of you people are so wrong your lives have become a real life nightmare. Time you admit it.

J.F.K.’s first book was titled; “Why England Slept” concerning their tepid response to Hitler and world events then. They were sleeping, just like you are now as the Kremlin, in my studied opinion, is raping you with pure evil trying to rot you as a nation from the inside out. A foreign attack on America, people. Will you ever wake up in time? You HAVE to jail Stephen King and slay that dragon of yours called apathy or shame on you all for being a no good do nothing when this once in a millennium news story came along to save you. In my book you’re all begging for a huge asteroid.

Regarding Big Brother Media and it’s techniques to control you and subdue you, here’s a quick display of how they killed John Lennon without even putting the alleged killer on trial, after;

They chose Dec. 8 ( JIm Morrison’s birthday) to catch you too busy shopping for Christmas to care about any murder. Chose the fourth quarter of Monday Night Football to brainwash America all at once, en mass and during a violent sporting event with “tell it like it is” Howard Cosell announcing the news as if America were watching Christians killed by lions in a Roman arena. They called the killer a “fan” of John’s to make all of you ashamed to identify yourselves as a fan, suddenly. They said he did it for fame as an excuse to cut off all coverage for a year and a half after the first month of deliberate over-saturation. They invented the drama “Who Shot J.R.” specifically to kill J.L. a year later. After over exposing the series they solved it on Thanksgiving two weeks before J.L. got shot and, just as they planned, nobody cared about who shot J.R. or J.L. any more they had been worn out for a year, already. Yoko Ono’s suggestion that we should all ; “Let the courts decide..” in her letter to the editor of Rolling Stone the first week was planned to get us all to relax our guard and let the U.S. government tell us the truth. Yoko Ono is part of the government team, ever since before she ever met Lennon. She was sent to break up The Beatles and then set up John for assassination, later. Trust me you fools. She is no good. They (the media) probably invented the Hinckley shooting Reagan scam to use it like a smokescreen to confuse us about Chapman. Suddenly everybody thinks Hinckley shot Lennon and forgot that Chapman’s 60 day psychiatric evaluation had already lapsed by then. The media switched players in the public’s minds. Reagan probably DID fake getting shot, Brady as well, frankly, as part OF the Lennon murder cover-up plot. I know this last item may make some of you think I’m paranoid. I’d respond to say you’re all so very, very, very naive. When the guilty plea of Chapman occurred it was on about page 15 in the lower left hand section of the paper and only three by five inches in size. As If they were ADMITTING something strange was going on.. This was a year and a half after the crime yet some media claim it was in 1981. They would be lying to you there, too. It was in June or July of 1982, folks.

That’s just a taste of how good they are at poisoning you and your minds. Most of you think Hinckley shot Lennon and was found insane. Wow! You’re all a sorry mess, indeed.

Just a few years ago when there was a Beatles tribute televised show a carnival barker type of character yelled out “NAAAASSSSTYYYY!!!!” interrupting what was starting out as a special thanks and tribute to John Lennon. It, literally pee’ed all over what should have been a sacred moment in the show to honor John . Instead, it was desecrated by media mind control tactics to make all of you cowards think that John Lennon was too nasty to deserve praise. In reality it is the public that allows itself to be subverted like this that is NAAAAASSSSTYYYYY!!!!!

Think of it as Big Brother urinating in your oatmeal.

Come to think of it, it was exactly like the scene in “Carrie” when a bucket of pig’s blood is poured over Carrie just as she is being honored as prom queen.. Her moment of honor desecrated. This, reader, was no accidental co-incidence.

That reminds me; The reason they gave Hinckley the bill of bad mental health was because he claimed at the start that he shot Reagan over Lennon’s murder, as if he were guilty for that. He further stated that ; “America is the land where heroes are shot in the back. When Lennon died I died, you died, the world died. Everybody died…” Two years later he was found insane and now none of you want to admit the truth about Lennon’s murder being Reagan’s doing or you’ll be called insane as well.

Do you people see how DIABOLICAL the media is???? You slobs are no match and they own you. They’re sick. They’re evil and they probably work for Moscow, truth be known.

November 04, 2018

Inturum slogan ideas;


There will be, perhaps, a few double liners, too;.





The only question is which top ten to twelve will make it to the van peppered akimbo around the large website address; All letters will likely be basic grey over an either bright yellow paint job or the near black window area where the website will reside. It’s a high top Chevy Astro van and has lots of billboard space. Get ready to respond, after, now, in advance. I still have my Toyota van alternately under wraps as we speak It needs a few things fixed while I get used to the less economical but more luxurious, more humane doghouse that America has deemed I must live in for telling the awful truth about everybody and they’re evil apathy.

I call it the straight mirror approach to opening your scared eyes.  Tell it like it really is. The awful truth happens to be that your collective behavior is what killed John Lennon. Your collective phoniness and silence in the face of evil every time you are victimized by it. Your boot-licking, cowardly ways. The evil government, whether the Kremlin, like I think, or D.C., like most of you think, only acted because they could rely on your cowardly non response no matter how abominable the crime against you. In fact they used horror to TERRORIZE you to keep you scared silent. They know you’re just “rubber monkeys” to list a secret Stephen King novel title.

Everybody, the human race, killed better than us John Lennon with behavior best ascribed to slobs more than any other word I can think of. Living under the Chapman lie is why all of you are slobs. Even Paul McCartney is one until he does his job and uses his high profile to force this news out to the world. The world I want to live in has brave celebrities who aren’t afraid of repercussions when humanity is at risk. I am the only one on this planet, so far, doing his job in this vital regard.

Aren’t I?

You’re all insane masochists. What else is new? Face up to it and change. I did..Compared to how I used to be when I WAS like most of you I now feel like a Ferrari lugging through sluggish everything else. You should all change. Really. Life is better under the truth.

That gives me a slogan idea, in fact;






At least some of those will make it to the van, I believe. Fact is you’re all, ALL very sick and need those messages to jar you awake in time.



October 12, 2018;

I held my rally this ninth of October, John’s birthday, following a lot of KSFO radio buzz announcing it several times beforehand AND following six hours of KSCO exposure in the months preceding.

How did the people of America do? Maybe 30 people who were not just pedestrians showed up to help me (I can tell after all these years) but failed to be the FIRST to grab a sign, take a place and protest with me. The first to step forward is still waiting on his or her courage, no doubt. The rally was to be from noon till 6 pm but I pulled out two hours early to let Santa Cruz know that is not good enough to secure my leadership and save you from your despair and tragedy. I called KSCO radio at the time and announced I was still waiting for the people of Santa Cruz to develop adequate self respect before they could help me and that that was the real issue behind the timid response. I expressed the bad karma that follows my failing audiences including how my home town of Santa Rosa burned down on John Lennon’s birthday last year for all their apathy and dereliction of duty. I even pointed out that weeks after I hit up Santa Cruz for the first time in the 80’s with my evidence the Loma Prieta quake devastated them then. I pointed out that I have “…the ability to lower your suicide rates and more…” to let everyone know how foolish they are to remain silent masochists under an evil, crippling Mark Chapman lie.

My next slogan may read; “STILL SUCKING UNDER A LIE?”

Speaking of which, what signs did I display during my rally?

There were, all together, five signs ranging from three by four feet, to two by three feet to three by five feet in dimensions. One sign advertised the time and place of the rally letting everyone know it was John’s birthday anniversary. Another was my website address to let everyone knew WHAT it was about. Another large, two sided sign read “DEMAND DISCLOSURE; DEMONSTRATE!” The flip side read; “SILENT U.S. INSANE; ” Still, another sign read; “FIND YOUR SPINE, PEOPLE”

I was proud of the messages and the way I used that busy intersection to make a buzz happen, after. I suddenly felt powerful in spite of the no show by the public. That any future stunts MIGHT WORK!!

Meanwhile, you frightened phonies can make your own sign to carry if the opportunity avails itself, again. You look stupider and stupider the longer it takes for me to succeed in getting your heads straight on this most important issue. As Bob Dole once remarked; “Where is the outrage?” (I do think he was referring to me at the time he said it, covertly. I was very visible at the time, nationally, making big waves, then.)

Think of what a correct response would be. The exact opposite of your jealous, resentful, guilt ridden non response. Admit it, people.

“Who’s afraid of Stephen King?” Only all of you and not me. Home of the brave, my ass.

Piggy back add on from Oct. 14, 2018;

In the week following my rally I noticed a few things;

Number one, the red algae plume enveloping the state of Florida, ground zero being within a few miles of Stephen King’s residence there.

Many of you may have seen me deliberately make a fool of myself on Sarasota, Florida city council video in 2009, I believe. It was that or not get any media coverage at all so I opted to go over the top with my condemnations of evil Stephen King being a blight on the state of Florida. (No kidding!) At least my website got aired though at least one billboard was upside down in all the bustle. The police hustled me out as if I were about to change the world. I recall a sense of drama building as I drove to the meeting, changed into a pair of slacks, at least, and made a scene as if controlled by an outside force.

It turns out that Stephen King’s presence IS a blight on the state, after all. Like a Stephen King novel, no less, a mysterious blood like red algae is spreading from Sarasota all the way up past Tampa and, now, even on the east coast in Miami.

My warnings to the leaders of Sarasota were ignored and this bizarre cosmic karma is, apparently, beating up on Florida for harboring John Lennon’s real killer.

Also, though both events were locked in on the same day, regardless, isn’t it bizarre, also, that the Hurricane Michael, the third largest storm ever in North America, hit the day AFTER Santa Cruz (the people of America) skipped caring about Lennon’s murder.

I’m telling you people, if an asteroid put all of you out of your misery tomorrow you’d be better of dead than living under the cowardliness represented by the Lennon murder cover-up. A cover-up you’re ALL complicit cowards in. Or, as Stephen King called you all in San Francisco in the late 80’s, his “co-conspirators.” I do believe your lives under the Chapman lie are worse than no life at all. Think about it, people. If you’re all that weak and phony and helpless in the face of government evil what hope is there for anything good coming from mankind?

I believe it was Hitler who wrote;

“What a fortune for governments that men don’t think.”

Think, people. I dare you.

Oct. 1. 2018;

Hold the presses, Protest rally this Oct. 9 (John Lennon’s birthday) in Santa Cruz!!!!! Noon till 6 pm at the intersection of Water St. and Ocean St.. That’s Tue. the 9th, major intersection in Santa Cruz There is a Starbucks on the corner in front of the courthouse.. Protest rally also the day before in Monterey, downtown, same time slot, Oct. 8th.(12 – 3 O’clock) Be there!!!! or suck under the media lie that has crippled you and made you weak in the first place. Deserve my evidence find. Deserve the truth. Demonstrate. Get worthy you infidels!!!! You’ve all been “Tricky Dicky’ed” and you’re all very sick. Your chance to save yourselves!!!!

(Yesterday, Oct. 2, 2018, I noticed that the people of Santa Cruz are downfaced and grim, resolved to fail me in a week. Everybody is reacting to my presence and the radio spots advertising this rally. The people seem like Soviet class losers ready to let John Lennon die in vain. I think I’ll have to make a sign that reads; “FIND YOUR SPINE, PEOPLE!!”

Get off your asses, people of Santa Cruz. Lennon killers repent!!!! DeMAND disclosure! How dare any of you people not care! Cowards deserve cover-ups. Are you? Only brave Americans deserve to live under the truth. Are you? Will you all fail John Lennon and your brave messenger, me, on John Lennon’s birthday? This expose will improve life by at least 20 percent, overnight. How can any of you NOT show up on Tuesday????? We have a goddamned, asshole of a horror writer to jail for murdering our beloved John Lennon. Santa Rosa failed me for three decades and look what happened to them; the biggest fire of their history ripped through there on, that’s right, John Lennon’s birthday last year. As I recall, the Loma Prieta earthquake hit Santa Cruz right after they first failed my evidence then. I’d get off my apathetic ass and demonstrate on John Lennon’s birthday and defeat fear and evil for once in my life. You will have every right to despise yourselves forever after if you do not.

I watched 60 Minutes showcase Paul McCartney last week. There was one scene where Paul admitted that people don’t tell him what they think of him. That he never hears it at all. Is it any wonder in light of my findings and his cowardly silence in the face of it all? And so it was with this sentence that 60 Minutes closed it’s section on Paul;

“Imagine that. Paul McCartney will just let it be.”

Translation; “Paul is “Nowhere, Man” when it comes to defending his best friend in life.”)

(See Sept 17, entry near end of this chapter)

Hi, everybody. I am Steve Lightfoot, your designated exorcist. That’s right. You probably think “messenger”. If only life were so simple. You see, you people were all made insane when Howard Cosell told you that Mark David Chapman killed John Lennon. Not one of you made sure that Chapman stood trial, after. Murder without a trial. For over three decades you have all been sinking America with your phoniness and apathy and cowardliness. The real home of the brave is my 1989 Toyota van. America, you are NOT. You’re not brave. Oh, you’re brave when a hurricane pulls your house to smithereens or a natural disaster strikes, but that’s about all your courage is good for. Quick emergencies that FORCE you to act. The more important issues like whether or not John Lennon’s freedom of speech is allowed to change America or not don’t seem to move you. For these reasons I will probably use the slogan;


to accompany the rest of my website van’s messages. It beat out;  SILENT AMERICA YELLOW! You HAVE to be a moron not to see the importance of outing my evidence find regarding John Lennon’s murder You have to be a moron. Period. Even a coward, which you all are, also, can see that life will only go straight to hell if you do not. Murderer, Stephen King MUST BE JAILED FOR LIFE OR YOU”RE ALL SCREWED!!!!!! For three decades he has enjoyed ruling over all of you, urinating all over you and, yes, laughing at all “you blind, obsessive fools” He degraded your lives by at least 25 percent but you don’t care! He increased depression and suicide by as much as well. All by himself. To quote one of his books; “And you shall have your vengeance on those who fill themselves while others want..Even an American city?I spit on your cities. There is no English for it; Pokul, Verdelac, Ialic. Do you follow?!” (I think that’s Russian)  and his other oft repeated line’ “Beware the Jewish / communist plot against the U.S.” Stephen King poisoned all of you. He stole from you the brighter future you should have had and replaced it with fear and horror. You don’t have to think too hard to see he is your arch enemy., America. Your number one enemy.

Not counting you, that is. You see, he has made you all masochists. YOU are your own worst enemy, now. You have a death wish for America and it is apparent by the way many of you tolerate a centralized anti – Trump mass media that so wished you had gone the socialist route that Hillary Clinton was pushing, instead. Our media is as centralized and phony as Russia’s is. Face it. You’re all used to Rockefeller types and the C.I.A., which Rockefeller founded, pulling presidential strings to run your lives. If you want to know who the real Russian spies are just look at all of them parroting all this venomous rhetoric to oust Trump. The deep state. It’s as if our whole government has been infiltrated by a nest of termites who can’t stand it that a citizen, not a politician, might become president like you like to tell your children America should be.They know he may save America from the jaws of defeat that Nixon and Reagan set up when they committed this satanic, unholy, miserable plot to let a horror writer kill John Lennon and replace his message with the exact opposite message. United States of Horror is what you’ve all become. Your capitalist lifestyle so enslaves you all that you have no room for decency anymore. When Nixon industrialized China, for example, he set up our global warming syndrome. Oh, it’s a better system than anything else, so far, except for living off the land like our ancient ancestors. You’d be surprised at how wealthy I am without money. I am no longer an addict. Capitalism WILL FALL, like all other phony systems and, I predict, in MY lifetime. It’s just way too much work for what if produces. Who wants to watch low I.Q. sit coms and advertisements for a living, anyway? Or football or the rest of the distraction filled culture you suffer under? Bottom line is you’re too miserable to care who really shot John Lennon, aren’t you?! You’re exhausted from all that Goddamn WORK!!!!!!! Over half of all your waking lives! What a ripoff!!!!! 14th century native Americans had a better life, frankly. Fresh air, fresh food and all their time to themselves! Hunting was fun for them, not work. Gardening was easier than shopping for nutrient depleted food like today.

One of my favorite slogans is; “$atan Rule$ Fool$”

The other slogan I was contemplating was ; REAL HORROR; YOUR LIVES!  but there is no shaming you. You may be shameless but you’re not blameless. I am also still considering the slogan;


I stopped having sex with the so called human race when I was convinced that is has become sub-human. And I’m sexier than most. Somewhere between Jeff Goldblum and James Garner, in fact. That’s right. I think you’ve all become sub-human, my own mother and siblings included. It’s been over two decades now. My first dozen or so years informing you I held out hope that you’d come around. But I was so wrong. Indeed, you would really rather I was killed than successful in pulling down your society’s pants with this all powerful truth. You think God will save you and that’s why he can’t. You weaklings who think so feel as if you have no responsibility to save yourselves as if you need not even lift a finger. This is the reasoning that convinced me that belief in God is actually making you weak, not strong. If there is a God who intervenes (I’m convinced otherwise) he wouldn’t let you suffer like this all these decades. There is a creator and that’s ALL there is, people. You have to understand that this expose can save you far more than your belief in God will save you. But that means that YOU HAVE TO PROTEST FOR DISCLOSURE, FIRST!!!! God can only help those who help themselves. He gave you a brain. Use it. He gave you courage. Use it. If God was all powerful why did he need Jesus? For all you know Lennon was the second coming and you killed him, too!. Nobody was saved with the crucifixion. You’r all still killing the smart guy and letting the government do the killing, aren’t you?

My website is full of this exact brand of criticism of you all. Five books worth, in fact. Unlike any other celebrity you have known I will leave it all up for posterity long after I am world famous. It’s the message you all need. Against the very humane backdrop of everything else I will do it will have a poignant effect. “How could this angel be so condemning of us all?” is what you’ll probably be thinking.

Like John Lennon, I will be the least phony human on earth.

I suggest you scroll to the bottom of this page and then start with the chapter “SITE HACKED” to find out what I’ve been up to, lately. KSCO Radio in Santa Cruz, Ca. gave me six unfettered hours to spill my beans and you have some of it all transcribed right there. Get a whiff of what life can be by reading some of it. If you like golf I am writing a book; “The Core Driven Golf Swing” that displays my detective skills, there, as well. I hate that I have to still push this Lennon evidence all these decades later when I should be allowed to move along with my life. I don’t care about money or fame but will need fame to have power. Oh, do I relish the power this all powerful truth will give me, however. This CAN change the whole world, dramatically. You people need your butts wiped real good before I can live with you. You’r an indecent mess, unworthy of my sexual interests. It’s lonely at the top, but it’s at least decent. You, on the other hand, remind me of the ending of the movie “The Magic Christian” starring Ringo Starr when a whole  crowd jumps in to a swimming pool full of urine and feces just to grab dollar bills in it.  Include cowardly Paul McCartney and Ringo and my own family for that matter, and not just all of you.

Meanwhile, how does this bumper message strike all of you?


Prove me wrong. Demonstrate with me every eigth of every month in downtown Monterey, from noon to three o’clock. That’s what you would have done in the 60’s before your souls were so tragically high jacked by barbarians. Before you became a nation of turncoat cowards. Do you poor slobs even realize that there was no trial for Chapman in the first place??? After all the other assassinations and Nixon’s attempts to deport John you still look the other way like a pack of baboons.

P.S. I need to let you know that Yoko Ono is right behind Stephen King as an evil doer. John Lennon was fool to trust her and so is New York City, today, to trust her. So is gullible Paul McCowardly and anyone else who is waiting for her to help me come forward. Far from it. I was almost killed by her security team who ordered me kidnapped and pistol-whipped unconscious in October of 1987. She now plants her K.G.B. / C.I.A. ass on top of New York City and the world’s faces smothering them from any oxygen to think with. Her stinky fart smell is all over all of you who want to trust her even an inch. She is a government cunt, plain and simple. She hates America for causing her parents to abandon her in Japan during WWII and she hates geniuses like John Lennon because she is NOT a genius. The same reason Stephen King hated John; he was greater in every way than his jealous enemies. An appropriate necklace for her would would include a small pair of scissors. She is still castrating all of silent you, America.

If you trust in Yoko to do her job of avenging her husband’s death you are a stupid moron. Wake up and help me put her, Stephen King and douche bag Mark David Chapman in jail, for real this time, not just according to the media. All three, King, Ono and Chapman should have to share a cell together to stew in their own smelly juices in a class unto themselves. You would have a cell filled with self loathing cowards and enemies of humanity.

Wouldn’t you?

Your trust in God to save you from the hell these people foisted on you is moronic. He made you to save yourselves. God can only create you. Either you can stand upright and get out from the lie you were sacked with or you can’t. God has no say in the outcome. If you prove unable to rise above the cover-up than your creator damned you with a weak mind and heart. If that is the case you are all Goddamned, indeed.


Grow up! Protest. Demand disclosure. Or smell Yoko’s farts all your days. She is sitting on your blind, stupid, moronic face.

P.P.S. I hate calling you morons. I hate calling myself a hero even more, for I know the former is more accurate. I am simply normal and healthy. By COMPARISON you all ARE morons, however. YOU people are the problem. You don’t want a hero who claims he is a hero while letting you off the hook for being sick fools. Stop being such sick fools. I’m not going to start calling myself a hero when the fact is you’re all anti-heroes. You should all be like me but you’re not. I was spared your disease. You changed, Not me. You need to change back like you used to be when you were hissing at Yoko Ono and kicking Stephen King out of Herman, Maine in the 70’s over his sick writings. You all need to get back your mental and spiritual health. I’m just fine. Nothing more. It’s you who needs to change.

If I AM a hero it’s only because I have not taken hostages or committed a crime to FORCE you to care and jail King. I’m too smart to give you what you want, a dead hero. I’m powerless as a criminal and I’m powerful as a law abiding, upstanding citizen.

(Just some notes regarding possible bumper messages);


My World View:

What is the reality of our politics? I have a good idea: Moscow beat us, won the cold war when Kennedy was assassinated in a parade and, while not advertising this coup but rather admitting defeat in the late 90’s, systematically took us over via the mass media they secretly run using gun violence overkill to make us want to vomit our guns up and repeal the 2nd amendment. They also took over our presidency several times (Nixon, Reagan, Bush, Obama and others) and much of our government and agencies that decide public policy. The Kremlin (That’s right, denial freaks) also propped up designated losers to guarantee their man would win. In my opinion Mondale, Ferraro, Dukakis, Gore, Kerry, McCain, as well as others ALL LOST ON PURPOSE to get the other guy in. That the Rockefeller group that supports this globalist takeover of America makes sure who gets elected exactly in this manner. That Trump beat Hillary Clinton caught this dynasty off guard and now we all see the clamoring media that  Rockefeller owns trying to undo our vote or at least poison the next election so he can’t get in again.

I  believe that the popularity of Bernie Sander’s run shows us how close America’s people already are to going Socialist. I think this is because we all sense the Kremlin takeover and just want to go along to get along. That America has already given up the ghost and has lost the famous “spirit of America”

One has only to study our television content to see what is happening to America. We are being dumbed down and desensitized to gun violence and any violence involving human death and destruction. We are watching “Big Brother” worship shows that showcase the F.B.I. the C.I.A. doctors, nurses,police personell. There is the superficial attempt to make the media seem like they are on our side with shows like 60 Minutes, Dateline, etc. protecting us with disclosures of injustice but that is all they are, a facade. While you’re not watching these same shows will poison you with propaganda like Mark Chapman did it, Oswald did it bullshit. And it’s the world wide mass media all in cahoots. The media is the government, for lack of a better description.

In my lifetime the human condition is far worse; The women are almost all working when only a third of them used to have to in the 60’s, for example. The violence is up ten times, the suicide rate triple, the gun violence in schools a new phenomenon, and every manner of dysfunction you can name.

The millions of John Lennon fans around the world turned a blind eye when Chapman was excused from having to stand trial to make sure we were told the truth about what happened. This fact, alone has rendered all of you more sub human than you were before Stephen King and the government killed John.

I see a move away from materialism (a 70 percent reduction, in fact) as the solution to our dilemma. Most of us work half of our waking lives and that’s a shame. 60 percent of that work is making the top percentage of our citizens rich and not you. 40 percent of your efforts support you, not the 100 percent you thought. Every person born creates a mountain of waste and pollution under our current system and half of his or her time is spent on ridiculous things that are beneath human experience. Who wants to work in a sewage treatment plant or a slaughterhouse or any number of degrading jobs? The native American Indians worst jobs were better than that. Their food was better, the air, the water, the planet. and they had almost all of their time to themselves. What a concept.

Call me an idealist but I know more than most of you ever try to know in the first place.

I could support my thoughts about who won the cold war by showing you how Dukakis, for example, mocked me at a rally for trying to bring up Reagan’s dirt regarding Lennon’s murder to show you how he wanted Bush to win in reality and more, but I won’t.  History is unfolding so fast I am being proven right every minute, anyway. So far, in fact, I, Steve Lightfoot, am exactly 36 years ahead of my peers or YOU SLOBS would be discovering the truth and protesting to arrest Stephen King, but you’re not

You all lack the guts. That’s what I know.

If Stephen King getting John Lennon’s last autograph posing as Mark Chapman doesn’t alert you to the evil this takeover represents than you are stupid. Period. If you don’t wake up then I hope an asteroid replaces this stupid race, once and for all. That’s how stupid you are NOT to help me reclaim truth and justice and the American way. You have the evidence you need and you are begging God to destroy you for being too weak to stay free.

September 17,2018;

Reading my own entries above I can see why some may think that it is I who needs an exorcism. I have wrestled with mankind’s unkindness for three decades, now, and I can see it has taken a toll on me. Mankind is pretty lame, you have to admit. On the one hand I can see, in the people of the Monterey area, that people are, indeed, aware of my truth and all it’s implications. It’s almost like people are looking down their shirts out of embarrassment that no one seems to be able to openly care about my findings. No one but me is willing to step forward and demand disclosure from your treacherous, treasonous mass media.

Then I also feel like telling the species; “I gave you the best find of truth you could ever use to your advantage and you were too sick to do so. You were all unworthy of my heroism and not just John Lennon.” Well, you DO all stand indicted on that one.

John Lennon’s birthday is next month; Oct. 9, 2018 and I will be in Santa Cruz at Ocean St. and Water St. out on the corner with billboards from noon to six O’clock and I need YOU to show up! Stand by me and the truth.

I will also be in downtown Monterey the day before, on the 8th same time slot; only from 12-3.

That’s two back to back days for you to show up and care and get yourself under the truth for once in your oppressed lives.

You people are evil not to openly care. Stop defeating yourselves with cowardliness and apathy and denial. Stephen King needs to be jailed for life for what he did to the world. Only YOU can put him there. Our media ARE our enemy. They only protect the government and not you.

Meanwhile, I will use this space to type my latest appeal matter regarding a traffic ticket last December.


On July 5, 2018 defendant entered a bill of $89. for a head gasket remedy to explain and

substantiate a mechanical emergency requiring him to pull over and park. It was allowed into

evidence. Also submitted and allowed were Google map renderings of the area and some

photos taken of the scene. When defendant tried to enter a photo of his website emblazened

van “” to show political bias he was not allowed to enter it into evidence.

In fact, the commissioner said; “…unless you can show some reason why the police may have

singled you out…” The evidence was rejected before it was allowed. When defendant

explained that his Lennon activism forced him to get a Santa Rosa police chief fired with

inflamatory billboards in the 80’s and that he has a legendary status with law enforcement

officers there the commissioner said; “Maybe you shouldn’t have a legendary status, then.”

When defendant also tried to enter evidence showing sap drippings to prove that a road

obstruction, a fenced up area containing tree trimmings, existed in the road requiring him to

merge left, his evidence was also not allowed.

At the beginning of the trial, before any officer testimony, the defendant, to establish veracity,

declared that IF there was a police dash camera of the event it would show that an elderly

woman completely blocked the entrance to the Schultz Ice Arena forcing him to either risk

getting rear ended if he stopped or to simply merge back into traffic.

The commissioner, however, was very interested in the police body camera information and

took up over ten minutes of the court’s time to try to get it up for view. It was eventually

determined that the police disc was “corrupted” and unusable.

The officer’s charge of passing on the shoulder was false as defendant used an entrance /

egress lane made specifically for the Schultz Ice Arena. Photos showed this discrepancy. The

charge was a false one and the commissioner even asked the officer why he wrote the ticket as

he did. It was neither a bicycle lane or a shoulder. Defendant was improperly charged under the


The commissioner argued that if I was intending to pull over due to an engine starting to

overheat I should not have continued on as I did. I explained that two sudden roadblocks; a

fenced up pile of debris from tree trimmings and a woman blocking the one entrance to the

facility I wanted to park at forced a change of plans lest I risk getting rear ended by a motorist

who might be behind me. I explained that the side traffic was moving slow enough to allow me

to safely merge and that a motorist has a right to change his mind and I committed no infraction.

I explained that, now that there was police vehicle following me and my entrance option was

blocked, a half mile more would not hurt my car. The commissioner’s argument lacks weight.

Before defendant could present a closing argument the commissioner suddenly halted all

testimony and made his ruling. This deprived defendant of a closing argument. Defendant tried

to speak was was ordered to be silent.

The commissioner stated that he had allowed defendant more than ample time to present his

case and ruled against him.

Since my motion for appeal I have had to replace the engine I claimed was overheating regard-

ing this ticket. Enclosed please find two payments made in January 2019 for both the engine

and the labor to install it, over $4,000.00.This is important because the commissioner argued

that my engine must not have been overheating as I claimed if I was willing to drive it, anyway,

the extra mile to my brother’s house. I explained that I was cut off by a motorist from entering

the ice arena parking lot and there was no second entrance to take and that, not to draw any

more attention, I just drove, anyway, the extra mile. Now my engine that I replaced last 2016

has failed due to the very head gasket problem I claimed last year in this matter. This new

expenditure on yet another engine proves that I was not lying about my overheating issue that

prompted me to try to park in the shade of the ice arena lot. (This is the reason given to find me

guilty, that I must have been making up the part about my engine problems.)  Being blocked

once and blocked again by tree trimmings collected in a fence in the curb ares, I was  forced

back into the number one lane from the entrance / egress lane (Not a bicycle lane as cited.)

From not being allowed to present a closing argument, to showing bias mostly to see the police

evidence but stifling vital photo evidence of a debris pile in the roadway that I tried to enter into

the record, to wrongfully assuming I must not be credible about my engine problem if I was

willing to drive a mile more and the way the commissioner extended ten extra minutes to see if

the police cam had anything, first, and then halting my presentation in the interests of time

shows a bias that I claim did my case an injustice. If my credibility about having an overheating

engine caused the commissioner to rule against me then i have vindicated myself here with new

receipts for another engine. This proves I had an overheating engine as I claimed.

Defendant moves for dismissal because the commissioner showed judicial bias not to allow his

vital evidence into the record. For him to simply grant that an obstruction of tree trimmings

were blocking the roadway without allowing physical evidence shows this bias. His extra effort

to present police evidence, however, showed a bias towards the police over the defendant. It

was clear that the commissioner was deliberately trying to keep defendant’s evidence from

being entered into the record thus violating his right to present evidence.

Defendant’s right to present photos to show road blockage and to show possible police bias was

denied and with it, justice.

For these reasons defendant moves for a dismissal of charges.

Under penalty of perjury the defendant declares the preceding to be true and correct.

Dated  February 06, 2019;

Defendant; Steve Lightfoot