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You’re All Insane; Get Informed;

That’s right. I’m right and you’re ALL wrong. In fact you’re all so insane and off your
right minds that you could just as easily be the people of Germany shouting “Heil Hitler!”
while they simultaneously ignored the smell of burning human flesh in the mid 40’s, there.
The people of Bangor, Maine are ridiculously blind, weak, phony and insane and only a little
more full of feces than most of you. They are ground zero for your cowardly, insane stance where
my evidence stands. Absolutely evil and insane cowards, every last one.
“Oh, well, Stephen King is caught getting Lennon’s last autograph posing as Chapman, raping us
all in front of our faces with the cover-up. Let’s all just go along like nothing is wrong
and at least we’ll get his tax money to support our otherwise less than robust state. Besides,
we can’t admit to our children, now, that we’ve been so full of feces all these years. We’ll
just have to let this unspeakable evil rule over our lives while he molests us all with his
evil influence of horror and fear.”
That’s the inside of the minds of the people of Bangor, Maine, whether they admit it or not.
Phony, child molesting, boot-licking cowards.
It may sound so condescending of me to think this way you may say but, admit it, when you’re
all as sick as my evidence and your subsequent apathy has already proven, there’s only one way
to reach you. I have to lower myself to your level as I, myself, have been spared the hideous
brainwash campaign and ignorance that has befallen each and every one of you. I AM well. You,
clearly, are all not. Maybe that’s why you call people like me a hero. It’s someone apart from
the mass herd to begin with that effects a change for all and leads the way. In the 50’s when you
tried to describe a man such as myself, with a news story that would threaten to utterly change
the whole world, you named him Clark Kent. DIDN’T YOU? SUPERMAN!. Remember? Not like the
rest of you but different and daring to take on the whole world with a news story that would
shape it and all of history. You knew that you could not relate to that kind of chutzpa, even
a little bit, so you called Clark Kent “Superman” someone apart from regular men.
Now it’s 2015 and you all must be so disappointed that I am still sticking my truth in your
children’s faces exposing what cowards they must have for parents. What phonies you all are.
Well, you all are. Phonies and cowards and boot-lickers, turn-coats and traitors, child abus-
ers and, above all, masochists.
It’s March of 2015 and I told you so, now, it’s Jeb Bush who will be your next president because
I know the truth about your joke lives. I know many of you will hang your star on Hillary and
then groan when she humiliates you by throwing the race to Jeb like she’s PAID to do.
Threatened with assassination if she rocks Rockefeller’s boat. Kapish? It’s all a sham.
Then I’ll still be right while you all suffer under the yoke of the establishment and their
agenda, and agenda that will cripple and destroy you and freedom and, mostly, already has.
Turning your back on your one real hero, me, and John Lennon makes you all as sick and pathe-
tic as the satanic cowards of Bangor, Maine. They all know I’M CORRECT. They’re sick and sinful
but not stupid. I was there for a year, altogether, and they have my evidence. The kind of
evidence that a ten year old child can see; ‘”Oh, my GOD! It IS Stephen King!” (getting John
Lennon’s autograph)
They aren’t as phony as their adult parents but may eventually become tolerant of such evil
ruling over their lives because they are just like their phony parents underneath.

April 4, 2015;
Speaking of which, phony adults, that is, how about the mini scene that played out yesterday
at the Goleta library when I saw a magazine with John Lennon on the cover and remarked;
“John Lennon, the new Christ, the new crucifixion.” to a man standing there. He replied,
right away. like he had rehearsed his lines; “He was a drug user and weak and did not make
America strong.”
I wanted to butt in to say “He was so blind he married K.G.B. cunt Yoko Ono.” or maybe, “He
was a better man than you.” but I said, very matter of factly; “Did you know that his real
killer is a horror writer and doesn’t that make you a child abuser until he’s jailed?”
knowing that he must have seen my van outside and already knew Stephen King was guilty.
He took off like a scalded cat when I started with the part about..”and doesn’t that make you
a child abuser until he’s jailed?”. I followed him to the front entrance where he was
found conferencing with another man in the foyer. I heard him brag to this man; “..and it
all came out in perfect procession…” apparently referring to his cutting remarks about
the great John Lennon, the greatest genius and bravest man of my lifetime.
I couldn’t resist adding to their conversation; “Aren’t you still abusing your children with a
cover-up?” His 240 pound military friend interrupted to tell me to keep my mouth shut and
that he and his friend are former combat military to which I replied; “I don’t care WHO
you are.” Before that he warned me about his now scampered off friend; “Be careful what you
say to him. He’s…” I interrupted and said; “Crazy?” “No, You’re crazy.”
In looking at the situation it was the first man who was weak and who failed to make Amer-
ica strong when he let Chapman skip a trial tossing truth, justice and the American way right
out the window. Rather than stand up to the Viet Nam war he followed orders and committed
sanctioned murder for our government without even asking himself why. A blind government
drone. Just the kind of mind that raises his hands in a “Heil Hitler!” flourish for the “state”.
Unable, of course, to now admit his government stinks he also lacks the courage to help me jail
Stephen King, America’s evil enemy, who murdered the very fruit of our free speech rights.
It took a real man to NOT kill innocent Vietnmes people and call Nixon and Johnson out for
the liars and puppets they were. Enter John Lennon, our flawed but greater than the rest of
us all combined, hero. A hero you murdered like the cowards YOU, not me, all are.

SATAN OWNS SILENT AMERICA

That may well be my next four foot long bumper stricker to compliment my website van.
Will any of you brainwashed cowards get a clue if you should see it driving down the free-
way? Will you give my message even a thought, or will the majority of you drive by and just
shake it off as another message?
My slogan might be; SMELL YOUR ‘JOKE’ LIVES or; SILENT U.S. SOVIET CLASS, or;
SILENT AMERICA NOT ‘BRAVE’. You name it, I can’t be rude enough to shake all of
you by the lapels to get your heads out of the toilet our government put them in.
CAN you smell the sick joke all of your lives are? Your lives kidnapped by satanic politicians
and urinated on by a man who molests all of your children with horror movies and novels.
Your lives, cradel to grave, destroyed and stunted and perverted, all of you robbed!
Considering Lennon was assassinated at the same time the Soviets shot the Pope you all
can’t be sure that Nixon and Reagan were even on our side to do something so evil. What
possible result could it achieve if not to terrorize the people of America and to pervert
you, after, too keep all of you off balance and evil and easy to control?
You hate that I have the testicles to tell on your evil government while you have none.
You hate that I am a hero showing up all of you in front of your poor, abandoned children.
What kind of parents are all of you to need me to get outraged over the hard evidence I
have already delivered? What kind of sick pukes are all of you, anyway?
Are you ALL too stupid to interpret the evidence? Will that be your phony excuse if the
story breaks without your giving a God damn? Is that what you’ll try to tell the world?
Or will all of you prove my observations wrong? Will you all come to your f-ing SENSES?
Will you picket your lying mass media or will you NOT picket your lying mass media? THAT
is the question. If you all did THAT then I could actually HELP you with the other big issues you
ARE willing to protest over. Bottom line; you need me to get anywhere. I’m a hero, bigger,
maybe, than you all deserve. It takes a hero to take on the powers that be. By yourselves
you can’t win and there are no heroes besides me to take advantage of. You killed them all.
Until all of you begin to care about THIS matter you remain eligable for another bumper
slogan;
YOUR A ‘JOKE’ UNDER A ‘LIE’.

YOUR HERO – STEVE LIGHTFOOT

Wouldn’t you know it would take an entry like my recent one – “You’re All Sick. Get Informed”-
before it would occur to me that your mass sickness is actually NORMAL for mankind and I
must, conversely, not be just a normal person doing the normal, right thing in exposing this
truth but, rather, that I must be a HERO. That’s right, a H-E-R-O. I’m the “thing” that all of
you are NOT. I must be a hero, after all.
In truth, yes, indeed, that’s the truth. I AM a hero.
But I also believe that the message of this expose is that it is all of YOU who need to change.
That each and every one of you really do CHOOSE to be evil, in the end, and know that everything
I say is the provable truth. You just CHOOSE to ignore it and you RUN AWAY from your respons-
ability. You are a God damned, cowardly sinner and we all know that to be all too true.
So, on the other hand, I AM normal AND a hero and all of you are anti-heroic cowards and phonies
who are duty bound to change or shame on guilty all of you for being so stupid.
For decades I have tortured myself over how insipid and phony and weak and classless and evil
everybody else is and just assumed I am nobody other than a practicing human being who demands
truth and justice for us regarding John Lennon’s murder.
Now I understand how helpless and warped by the media you all are and I agree with the fact that
I am, indeed, a hero not to be like you all.
Underneath it all I was less phony and scared than the rest of you. Less oppressed. Braver.
Free-er.
So I now put everyone’s head in a spin with my new four foot long bumper sticker that caps
off my website van;

– “Your hero – Steve Lightfoot” –

Put that in your phoniness and smoke it.

PHONY PUBLIC FAILING MESSENGER

How utterly, shockingly, horrifically phony all of you are.
I’ve written a chapter before about this aspect of the story, your phoniness as people.
When Lennon was shot and you were all told that a lone nut job shot John Lennon you were
all at a critical crossroad. You were saying to yourselves; “But, wait, I’ve been told the same
thing before about others who were killed by our government. Am I not a phony to believe
this plot line, once, again? Do I want to go forward with my life being a phony and buying
this suspicious story rather than demanding the truth and getting to the bottom of things?”
You were all there thinking just exactly THAT while the media plied you with propaganda.
At exactly that critical juncture the media told you that it was JOHN who was the phony
and that’s why Chapman shot him; because he preached no possessions but lived in a fancy
New York apartment building, etc.
The C.I.A. run mass media was spoon-feeding all of you the same story line to mess with
your heads and confuse you and seduce you into blaming John Lennon for YOUR being a
phony to even begin to buy the lone assassin theory, once, again.
Today none of you recall a trial for that Chapman fellow. Most of you think it’s Hinckley and
you’re all hideous, satanic phonies, just like the government knew you would be.
Let me repeat, people. You never saw Chapman stand trial and, yet, you question ME!?! You
stand still for the lone nut story without the benefit of a public trial to make sure?!
After all the deportation efforts Nixon went through to get John’s opinions out of America?!
A child will shriek with horror at the sight of Stephen King getting Lennon’s autograph.
Read that sentence 100 times, people. A CHILD will shriek with recognition of who is who
and they can ADMIT what their eyes are seeing. “Oh, my GOD! It IS Stephen King!!!”
An adult will never admit it’s King at all. Rather, the adult will be phony and lie to himself
why it’s not. In fact, Stephen King was reading The Catcher In The Rye, which is about the
phenomena of phoniness being unique to only adults and not children. S.D. Salinger’s book
exactly addressed this issue; adult phoniness.
After the corrupt New York police switched King with Chapman, after Yoko told all of you to
“let the courts decide..” you all proved that to be true. You all became boot-licking phonies.
To this day your adult phoniness resents my heroism and dreads the day I have the final say
in the whole matter and, in fact, some of you hope the government kills me, first, just so you
won’t have to be exposed for being so stupid and phony for so long in the first place. You
dread the day when hero; Steve Lightfoot tells all of your children what fools and child mo-
lesters you all were for all these decades of satanic, dysfunctional behavior in pretending
that I must just be a whacko with strange beliefs.
Deep down inside you all know I have been right all this time. It is your phoniness that
has disabled and blinded you all this time. That and your intense fear of your own government.
Now, you may recall that you all learned about the murder en masse, at once, while watch-
ing the climax of Monday Night Football. They had to ambush you all, as a group, at once,
to make the lie stick. They knew that any other way would allow too much side talk and
individual opinions taking root. They had to lie to you all at once, as a group, to prevent
that kind of rumor milling.
They really did a job on you predictable phonies.
My own mother and siblings have alternately admitted I was correct and then retracted that,
all in the space of weeks and months. Their phoniness would not let them admit what they
already had admitted.
La Donna is a KOGO radio host and she is a liar for hire. She is a government mouthpiece and
doesn’t think twice about betraying all of San Diego when she characterizes me as a whacko.
She knows better. She is a traitor to all of you and she knows I am, indeed, absolutely
correct. Her job requires of her to lie to all of you or she’ll get canned. She betrays
all of San Diego for money. She is an avowed atheist and fears no hell. She’s burning you.
Go ahead, La Donna, sue me if I’m wrong. I’m sure you read my site monthly for homework.
I’m not wrong. La Donna and a host of hosts are all liars for hire working for the coverup.
Yoko Ono is another liar for hire. The government’s “Ace in the hole” without which the Chap-
man lie would not stand a chance. If she were real she would never have advised us all to;
“let the courts decide..” If she was really in love with John she would have told us all
to distrust anything the media is saying until the facts have been born out. She knew how
desperately Nixon tried to deport him in the 70’s. In fact, she planted the marijuana joint
that got him busted. In fact, she was the one who phoned Japanese authorities to bust Paul
McCartney for the same thing when he arrived in Japan by jet. Yoko. Evil co-conspirator.
When she exited the limo, seconds before the bullets were fired, she RAN ahead of John know-
ing what was about to happen. She is an actor. I found out the hard way; I was kidnapped,
handcuffed and beaten unconscious in 1987 by her thugs. Her way of saying; “Back off.”
She was and is the ace in the hole of the whole Chapman lie. She is still keeping Manhatten
stupid as bird poop. They trust her. “Yoko’s not complaining. Why should we?”
You jealous, cowardly, infantile, hero killing phonies and bastards! My own flesh and
blood included. You sinful, evil, phony adults. You slave your lives away for money.
Now “Under the Dome” is playing nationwide, tonight. You’re all ridiculous fools living
“Under the Chapman Lie.”
King is aware, apparently, of some bio warfare the government has in store for us as depict-
ed in his plot line of people getting sick from some pathogen. You should all be scared
about THAT and not King or your government you’re so worried about offending. “My god,
they could nuke us all if they wanted. Don’t point fingers at the government. They might
hurt us back if we expose them.”
You weak, phony morons.
Expose the government now or you will likely be passing out sick, en mass, and dying some-
day soon due to some government plot to kill off a percentage of the human race for their
benefit.
Already they have been mind molesting you and your children with the man who murdered
John Lennon, the one man who could have saved you from bad politics. Historically that’s
what governments do best; kill the smart guy before the rest of all of you wake up.
You just can’t admit what’s going on all around you, can you? Too phony. Too yellow.
The price you are all paying for being such cowardly, boot-licking, jealous phonies is this;
Not only are you living your only lives in utterly satanic juices, you are pissing off
the messenger, me, who can make or break America, after. Thanks to three decades of
showing me that our country is phony and satanic in the face of hard evidence I am now con-
vinced that capitalism and free market enterprise isn’t worth it anymore. That a whole new
construct must replace all that with a lifestyle that can’t be molested by government.
That everything that is must be replaced with self sufficiency and not co-dependency.
That money, itself, must be rethought.
Now you’ve offended your messenger who the rest of the world will listen to when I
do have as much power as John Lennon once had. Now I know you’re all phony and not to be
emulated. I now know that what you all embrace must be replaced. Money whores don’t care.
You are all thinking, perhaps, “We’ll just have to kill you, too, smart ass.”
You see how phony and cowardly and jealous you all are?

For the benefit of those of you who merely lack I.Q let me spell out what happened;

The government and Stephen King agreed to kill Lennon in 1975 as reflected in King’s
writings about The Catcher In The Rye, “Nixon the old witch hunter, himself..” shooting a man
between the shoulder blades, getting a famous man’s autograph before trying to assassinate
him, Johnny, etc. etc.. Then Chapman, a look-alike son of an Amoco Oil executive, was set
up as the fall guy. The New York City officials and warden etc. were all in on the plot
ready to cover up the whole thing. They did. The mass media, all C.I.A. controlled, (I know
you don’t think so) all lied to you on purpose and brainwashed you. They are doing so to
this very day. Yoko was sent to break up The Beatles from day one and, eventually, set up
and covered up her husband’s death.
The police switched King with Chapman that night.
Chapman may not be in jail at all. At least most of the time. Even the media is getting
their lie backwards; They claim Chapman plead guilty in June of 1981. False! He plead guilty,
in June of 1982! behind closed doors and out of the public eye.

Now, to the majority of people who give me thumbs up on the roadways to my website van,
(10 to 1, in fact, over middle fingers) thank you for being better than most of your fellow
Americans who just don’t care or would rather not rehash the whole murder.
You are the reason there is hope. Your 10 to 1 ratio of believing me is a good sign that the
other Americans want to help me but feel powerless.
All YOU people need to do is start picketing your lying media. Do that and hold my website
up on your billboards and the walls of the coverup will come crashing down.
It really IS THAT EASY! DEMONSTRATE! Expose your fellow Americans for the phony cowards
they ARE. Oppose their stupidity and defend your lives from their collective foolishness.
That’s what I’ve been doing for decades.
Don’t ask me to start the demonstration. I wore myself out in the 80’s in the San Francisco
bay area. You’ll have to care, then do it yourselves. If you don’t care you’re doomed.
It takes more that one person to get results.

One thing I might start doing is selling my magazine door to door in a target city. I can’t
find a good employer so maybe that’s MY next move.

Imagine that. The least phony among you driving around in my website van knocking on doors
to compensate for the media you are fools to trust.

Hey, famous people. Send me some funds so I don’t have to rob a bank. You can afford it.
Time you stopped free-loading off of my heroism and earn your right not to be assassinated.
Or are you famous people big phonies, too?
Paul’s too jealous of me and John Lennon to help. Don’t wait for him to care.

See my About Author page for my e-mail address. If you care.

P.S. I was proved right about the warning that Venice Beach Boardwalk would be the site of
a terror attack. I’m talking about the motorist who mowed down people there just two months
after I warned you all, on this website, in writing, that it just might happen there.
Go ahead, it’s at the tail end of the chapter “Get well, Follow me”

(To be continued…)

Salinger/Chapman/King

When Chapman is portrayed by books and the media saying things like; “A voice in my head
said; ‘Do it. Do it. Do it.'” or; “I didn’t say ‘Mr. Lennon’, first. I just shot him.” or “Bottom line, I
did it for fame.”, or any of the other things he has said, it is the most powerful assault on
truth and all of you that the government run media can foist. It makes almost all of you
want to think that he was there and is just recounting his thoughts. The problem with that
is you want to forget about the possibility he is deceiving you to effect a government cover
up. That acting and lying are going on on national tv and mass media to brainwash you. The
most powerful weapon, in this case, would BE a substitute shooter, a flesh and blood decoy.
For those of you who have never encountered a pathological liar it may be difficult to see.
It’s just an actor mouthing scripted lines on cue in a media setting to mind control all of you.
Whenever I do something drastic or noticeable the media trot out “Chapman lie” mind
control to push you all back into your corner of fear and shame and spinelessness. You want
to ignore the fact that you all skipped a trial for Chapman, to make sure, to begin with. You ignore
that none of you ever, ever, ever did anything tangible in your lives to stop the killing of
our heroes. It puts you down and makes you all phony, weak and small. Shamefully, the govern-
ment knows you better than you know yourselves and they could rely on your mass cowardliness
and phoniness relying, also, on a few other tricks up their sleeves; ‘Who Shot J.R.?’ a
tv drama that was used to beat you over the heads for months, was solved on Thanksgiving,
two weeks before J.L. was shot. This wore all of you out for who shot John Lennon?! They had
the Reagan in, Carter out dynamics going, the returning of the Iran hostages and, most pow-
erfully, the Hinckley episode that occured just months later along with the assassination
of Anwar Saddat and the attempt on the Pope. Hinckley, another pudgy young man with a gun
trying to cut down a world figure. They completely confused you. They’re good.
So much so that you forget to also notice that other heroes are slain in the crossfire. In
Lennon’s murder J.D. Salinger and his book ‘Catcher In The Rye’ are crippled as much as pos-
sible via the sub story of the lie about Chapman. Similarly, when Hinckley shot Reagan, (Alleg-
edly), he said he did it to impress Jodie Foster. Jody, a self determining woman who didn’t
skip college to remain an actress. “Oh my God, she’s getting educated!” I can almost hear the
government media executives muttering then. “Will we have to kill her if she gets too famous,
too?” being their second thought.
It’s a cruel, jealous, sick world when so much attention is paid to cutting off famous celebrities
before they can change things. Before they can replace the status quo with a better
way of living for us all. The government and the media they control know just how potent a
John Lennon or someone like him can be. They know how capable he could be in destroying
the mind control that dictates much of what all of us do, unwittingly, like cows in a corral.
Chapman derides the value of fame in his press releases; “It’s worthless and useless.” because
his handlers know the opposite is true and they fear anyone of you getting wind of that.
Personally, I have never read ‘Catcher In The Rye’ and can only assume that Salinger was some
kind of writing God that cast a spell on the whole world at about the time before The Beatles
did the same. I know his book is about trying to warn the world of the phoniness of adulthood.
I know that the person trying to catch the children before they run over the cliff is trying
to spare them the hypocracy of becoming an adult.
That’s a very powerful notion. That all of mankind is corrupted after puberty. It may well
be the case. I don’t know. I tend to agree that one becomes more false and twisted with every
day of mind control we exist in. Things begin to break down when we all learn to first lie.
How we use that power to get out of a sticky spot or get something for free. Children are
less inclined to be bothered with tinsel and lies and material possessions. Life is too en-
thralling by itself for those concerns. Indeed, Salinger’s eschewing of women his own age during
his whole life suggests a pity for all adults that he held and that he wanted to live forever.
Even he admits to his ‘Peter Pan’ tendancies.
Mark Twain, or Samual Clemmens, wrote The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckelberry Finn
and captured the magical essense of pre phoniness boyhood. A totally different world from
adulthood. I hear the government tried to ban his books, too.
There is a line in Stephen King’s book ‘The Dead Zone’, written a few years before he killed
John Lennon, that goes;
“Dear Johnny, This is the hardest, bitterest letter I’ve had to write…it’s worse than
casting Rabbit Run or Catcher In The Rye out of the classroom. This is worse. It stinks…
There was a special meeting of the board… and they voted to rescind your contract because
you’re too controversial to be effective as a teacher….With all my heart, I’m sorry.”
I’m convinced that there were reasons that Stephen King was carrying Catcher In The Rye
with him when he killed Lennon. Maybe something like Salinger carrying six chapters of Catcher
In The Rye with him in battle as he stormed the beaches of Normandy. Like a talisman.
It WAS Stephen King reading Salinger as the police arrived before they switched him, later,
with Chapman. King was also carrying a signed album by John Lennon. King’s talismans were
the writings of Lennon and Salinger, the two biggest influences of our recent lives. Perhaps
he thought that those writers powers would rub off, somehow, on his writing career.
I think King wishes he could ever be a great writer like Salinger or maybe he hates him
BECAUSE he knows he can never be that great and, therefore, Salinger must be wrong. Lennon
must be wrong. “Why can’t my twisted sick world of horror and fear be accepted for once?!”
I can almost hear him sob.
I think King is torn between right and wrong and may want to make right wrong and wrong right.
I can’t be sure, but he is consumed with influential writers who differ with him.
Regarding Chapman quoting Catcher In The Rye in his defense in court, that really happened.
It was Chapman, not King. Chapman has done everything Chapman related except for the
act of waiting that night for John, getting the album signed and pulling the trigger. Stephen King
did all of that, as photos prove. The close resemblence fooled any traumatized witnesses.
Even I do not know where Chapman really is and has been all this time, any more than you.
I’ve heard, by convicts at Attica in C block where he was supposed to be, that no one has
ever seen him and they think he’s living with his parents under a witness protection program.
Certainly he spent at least a few weeks there showing himself to inmates while he served oat-
meal or did laundry or other things I’ve read. That’s probably ALL the time he really has
spent behind bars, though. Corrupt judges, wardens, guards and media is how the ruse held.
It’s comforting to see in his eyes, for the first time, defeat, the knowledge that his goose is
cooked and he’ll go to jail, after all, but for conspiracy instead of murder.
The question is; “What are all of you timid slobs going to do now that I’ve given you the antidote
to the poisonous Chapman lie? Will you remain timid, lying phonies or stand up to the coverup?
Anything less would be an act of murdering me, your next hero in the wings. Admit it.

P.S. As for Hinckley also quoting Catcher In The Rye and not just putting Jodie Foster down,
I think, in spite of the fact that you will all hold it as a mark of non credibility against
me, that Hinckley fired blanks and neither Reagan or Brady were actually shot. That it was
all an elaborate hoax to change the public’s mind from Chapman to Hinckley at a time when the
government knew that no trial for Chapman would be shown. Again, Salinger gets trashed at
the same time they are still killing your biggest other hero, John Lennon, via the Hinckley hoax
/ distraction. Hinckley was even quoted as saying that he shot Reagan over Lennon’s mur-
der, blaming it on him. He was also quoted as saying; “America is the land where heroes are
shot in the back.” Inferring John Lennon. After Chapman’s non trial justice was out of the
way Hinckley, and therefore all of his other remarks, were found to be insane. Another mind
control bomb on all of you who had similar suspicions about Lennon’s murder.
Did Brady get plastic surgery to simulate a bullet wound? His head wasn’t dented looking
until years after the alleged assault. Perhaps.
It brings up another telling Reagan remark when he was later caught in hot Contra waters;
“I could always get shot.” Inferring he had an exit strategy to get out of, also, ‘this’ mess.
The story line given was that John Lennon was a phony and that’s why Chapman shot him.
Another story line given was it was fame, itself, that he was shooting. John represented fame.
John was the least phony human living on American soil. He fully admitted all his faults in
his songs and knew he was only seeking the answers but did not have them. Always. He ab-
hored phoniness in the world and, given his vast wealth, lived like a hermit without possessions.
His biggest fault was not seeing through Yoko Ono. No, the government KNEW that John was
a threat because he was NOT phony AND he was the most famous person on earth. He was
THE King Kong of a threat to the government who relies on keeping all of you phony and afraid.
John Lennon was the biggest hero we never got the chance to experience. Tragic beyond words.
As for Yoko, another chapter below;,”Yoko’s No Good”, gives you the dope on her. In a nut-
shell, she was there braving bullets, herself, to remove her from suspicion. In fact, she ran
ahead of John for insurance that she wasn’t double crossed. Had she been Lennon’s advocate
she would have been killed, too, so she couldn’t uncover the coverup, after. Instead, she
was used to trick all of us into “..Letting the courts decide.” She wanted us all to just
back off and let the government decide for us as her open letter in ‘Rolling Stone’ stated.
To show you all how smart you all really are and how stupid you can pretend to be, take a
look behind you and admit that most of America hated and distrusted Yoko, as if she was a
government plot, from day one. She was and all of you knew, instinctively. Now that you
suspect that the government killed John Lennon you pretend it couldn’t be true. Phonies.
The government run media cleverly blamed all of your collective phoniness on John Lennon
and, literally, turned the tables on sanity and on all of you.
“Let’s all be phony and say it was a crazy guy who did it and forget that Nixon, the most
likely suspect, ever tried to deport him for being too controversial. Yeah. That’s the ticket.”
How shameful, horrible and evil that made you all.
Then there is the matter of fame, itself. Salinger, Catcher In The Rye and fame and John Len-
non, all assassinated in one mass orgy of deception and Orwellian media mind control.
Oh, and lest I forget – do I have to do all the thinking around here? – What else got shot down,
big time? That’s right, our second amendment rights. Our concept of gun ownership to protect
us from an ever burgeoning police state. You know, the one our forefathers anticipated.
That’s right, guns got shot down, too, complete with a Brady bill, via Lennon’s murder and
the Hinckley hoax.
(See my chapter; Intermitant Diary and Thoughts, the one dated August 15, 2014, where I de-
tail the current news of police vs. public events and protests going on.)

Now, all this talk of Salinger was prompted by the recent PBS airing of his life.
To begin with, PBS is just as evil and tied to government as the other three letter stations.
They aired a documentary about Chapman so over the top Soviet style propagandistic that,
Judy Woodruff, who hosted the piece, after finding out it was a hoax, forced them to remove her
likeness from it. They did and now there is a half hour of dead air, after, marking her ab-
sense since the show re aired without her. They are sometimes the biggest liars of all the
networks. All the more dangerous since they pretend to embody a station we should all trust.
I noticed that the Salinger piece was a hit piece on him and his Catcher In The Rye. The
foibles and untidy parts of his life were blown up, almost every individual account, complete
with a witness who knew him. He was subtly cast as a pedophile who flitted from one young
girl to another his whole life and left each one on a moments whim or hiccup.
I, myself, seeking a human being that wasn’t phony, turned to young girls for inspiration,
once, in my thirties, if only in my mind. It was a temporary thing that burst with the know-
ledge that even the innocent become phony, eventually, too. I was hungry for sanity in people.
Salinger was quoted as saying; “The world has become a great big shopping center where peo-
ple have lost their minds and their souls.” That that’s what he thinks of all of us. Samuel
Clemmens was quoted, in another PBS special, saying; “The human race is a cowardly species.”
I say both authors are right and, yes, the whole human race is a sick animal groping for
sanity and humanity, itself.
Why DID Salinger get up and walk out on a dinner in his honor never to be seen again?
I think because he was horrified at the phoniness his life would have to assume to play the
fame game with everyone and all their jealousies and conditions. It just wasn’t him.
Just as I was getting tired and ready to turn off the tv the Lennon murder / Chapman lie
was introduced and I watched the documentary cast the Catcher In The Rye as a bad influence,
even refering to the fact that Salinger said it was a mistake to write about Holden as the
print across the scene read; “Six months before John Lennon’s murder.” when he said it.
The Hinckley angle and the Bardo angle, all of whom had copies of the book as well, were
showcased for further evidence that the book should be banned, without coming right out and
saying so.
I noticed the next evening, when PBS aired a show about the fall of the rock radio stations,
that the same Lennon murder / Chapman montage was aired, again. Two days in a row of PBS
brainwashing us about Lennon’s murder via two different documentaries, no less.
What? Is my website starting to get traction? Do they fear the truth I have unleashed is near-
ing mass consciousness? Why all the propaganda out of PBS all of a sudden?
At any rate, I just think it is sad that I should be writing this to you if you aren’t
moved to pick up a lousy sign for a week of your life and protest the coverup, preferably
as a mass group, united together, for success.
Otherwise I’m just spinning my wheels while all of you are spinning the chamber to see if
a bullet might relieve all of you of having to care about right and wrong. Of having to
be responsible for all your government executed assassinations.
Our parents were child abusing cowards who were too afraid to lift a finger throughout the
dark days of all those murders to stop them. Now you have a chance to show your weakling
parents up for your own good and the worlds.
What WILL you people DO?

Follow Me – Get Well

The guilty smirk that has attached itself to your collective faces upon seeing the efforts
of this one man crusade to expose the truth is quite telling. Quite universal, in fact. If
words could be attached to your guilty smirks they would sound like this;

“Hey, Mr. Bigshot, with your automatic Pulitzer, Nobel prize winning find of a story who sees
us for the dupes and cowards and fools we all are; We are afraid of jumping ship for your
better world you’d like us to be part of. We ARE ALL in a tremendous amount of pain and
suffering and are JEALOUS that YOU aren’t afraid of the government like we are. If only we
had your courage we could break your story and get out from under the yoke of our oppres-
sive government and the bankers and the oil people and the military and money, itself, and
walk upright, like you, with our heads held high, but…but…well, we’re all afraid of standing
up for ourselves and helping you help us up out of our misery, so excuse us all while we
smirk at our collective cowardliness that is not up to the task. We know we are all
ridiculous slaves running on herd instict and have already been stampeded into a prison
of work, more work and more work and even more work to keep our oppressors satisfied.
We have let the media convince us to eschew your evidence and brand you a whacko rather
than admit it is all of US who are the real whacko’s of the story. Yes, we’re all sick.
We know they lied and we know we never even tried to question the story about Chapman.
We know we let him skip trial and we know what all that meant. Excuse us while we snicker
and smirk at your, well, heroism. We are not worthy of it, Steve Lightfoot. Don’t you see?
We are jealous that you have the wisdom and courage to escape the pain we are all in. We are
jealous that we don’t have the courage and sanity and common sense that you have.
Please forgive us for being so stupid and, well, yeah, un-American, too. We’re just ridiculous
in our cowardliness.”

Am I close, people? Or do you lie to yourselves that I must be a nut to think that author Step-
hen King murdered anyone?
Bottom line is King has N-E-V-E-R, E-V-E-R, O-N-C-E denied my claims that has sent him into
celebrity exile, king of the low profile. All but out of sight. Never seen on the late night
shows or any media, for that matter. His lawyers have instructed him not to stir the pot.
Not to prod his billions of victims with a foray into the public limelight he wanted.
In fact, the closest King ever came to even trying to deny my claims occured in 1995 in
Santa Cruz when a small girl asked him if he killed John Lennon while he was at a book signing.
His remark; “No…..(dramatic, long pause)…comment.” He couldn’t just say “No.”
Stephen King is the most reclusive celebrity for a reason. Steve Lightfoot is right. Stephen
King belongs in jail for murder or in front of a firing squad for treason.
Didn’t the government already try to run him down with a van in 1999 to shut my story up?
Didn’t they then kill the driver of that van six months later on King’s birthday?
It’s a crazy world you all live in, isn’t it?
What’s Harrisson Ford, Sylvester Stalone, and almost every actor in Hollywood doing if not
wearing a police or military or F.B.I. or C.I.A. uniform and modeling for Big Brother?
Well, Hollywood celebrities? Am I not spot on?
What ever happened to celebrities like John Lennon or Lenny Bruce who struck a blow for the
PEOPLE, instead? All hiding under the sheets, it seems. Well, maybe singling out Harrisson
Ford is a stretch as he is actually a mild offender compared to most of the rest of Holly-
wood. In fact I’m not sure he has ever modeled for the government and worn their cloth.
I guess it’s just that he is so likeable that I named him in the hope he never goes that route.
The poor, new, unknown actors all have to do it to get work in Hollywood. They all have to
brandish firearms and shoot human beings and kill people on TV to get work. Just a fact.
The government is trying to confiscate your guns and has to make you all insane with vio-
lence, first. Don’t you people see? They have to brand you with fear of the government, at least.
Television has become a mind control device for the military and oil people and the corporate
machine and all of you are its victims. They still use real humans to tell you lies on the
evening news and to filter and control what you perceive to be real. They, too, are your undoers,
people. All in the name of money. Fame is not so glamorous anymore the public has become
such a shallow bore. Who wants to impress the public anymore? Not worth the effort.
And so let’s talk money; THE GOD WE TRUST; I said so on Red Eye talk radio last night that
money is designed to exploit 90% of the population so the other 10% can make out big. That we’d
all be happier hunting buffalo with a bow and arrow than what we do today. Of course that means
not having to work, pay taxes, pay for gas or even drive cars. When you think of it it is the
structure of our economy that demands we drive distances every day at all. It’s as if big oil
has layed out our lives so that we have to drive everywhere just to survive.
The hosts tried to defend money extolling the longer life expectancy and medical care today.
I never got the chance to counter that native Americans from the twelfth century lived to
be over 100 years old and didn’t get cancer or any number of diseases we suffer under today
with our recycled sewage water we drink and all the chemicals in our foods etc..
It should be mentioned, also, that, while the Indians lived into old age in the twelfth century,
the civilized, industrialized europeans who worked like dogs then only lived half as long.
I was born a doctors son and pitied people from an early age for scrambling after money.
How undignified and cheap and unworthy of a life it all seemed to me, then.
Yes, you are all living in a sea of pain and misery and it is no wonder the undeveloped world
is so terrified of the planet embracing your materialistic madness that will poison this
planet and already has. No wonder there are terrorists to try and stop your madness, people.
President Madison’s notion of an integrated society, an industrialized world, beat out Thomas
Jefferson’s vision of agrarian self reliance for all people. What a pity.
As if we really landed a man on the moon it is our love of money and industry that has pol-
luted our water and poisoned our food and genetically modified even the seeds we plant. It is
the reason we are so sick today compared to how we’d be if we lived off of nature as it is.
It’s the reason 80% of you take drugs or drink booze or pop pills to cope with the madness of
having to give the machine fully 50% OF YOUR WAKING LIVES to work in the first place. Listen
to your ads pushing pills; “…may cause internal bleeding,…even death…see your doctor
to see if (fill in the blank) is right for you.” What has “big pharma” done to you all?
The death of your spirituality is such a tragedy I can’t muster the words to describe it. Blame
your mass media for that, too. Such violence piped into your brains beginning with the cartoons
you were raised on. It IS satanic. Your lives.
No one who was ever alive in 1200 on North American soil would trade places with a Donald
Trump if he could. It just wouldn’t be worth all the pollution and insanity and slavery.
Anyone who knows this world knows that everything has a catch, a trick, a lie or a con behind it.
White Man still speaks with forked tongue. It’s how the industrialized world functions.
How many years does each American waste just watching or listening to hyped up commercials?
Four, at least, in his lifetime, I’ll bet. MADNESS!
Nixon opened up China to industrialization and life has gotten worse for the whole planet.
More pollution less jobs at home, products that break instead of last. Only the sacred auto-
mobile has improved. Apparently big oil is in control, more than you’d like to think. As for the
cell phones, etc. I hope we get past this phase of people getting cross-eyed and
carpel tunnel syndrome and brain rot from using them at the expense of real life. We should
not depend on any machine(s), in general. We could all be stranded if big brother pulled
the plug, you see. We’d be at their mercy, then.
Celebrities, do you care? The public is satanic in its opposition to my evidence pulling down
all their britches for the world to see. They have taken sides with the coverup like the media
controlled masochists they are. What are YOU celebs willing to do to change things? You are
this country’s faux royaly. So what are you good for besides promoting gun violence and
the takeover of big brother in our lives? Aren’t YOU PEOPLE supposed to be role models and
leaders for the public who has no voice?
I do know, for a fact, that most of you Hollywood celebrities read my website and this page.
My recent chapter; Perverse Public Apathetic rearranged and sobered up your collective faces, I
noticed. What do YOU stand for, really, Robert Redford? Save the world, but not if it means defend-
ing John Lennon? There is no way to the revolution but through lennonmurdertruth.com. Don’t kid
yourselves that there are any shortcuts. Until Stephen King is jailed for murder nothing will
ever really change. Satanic societies have to excise the cancer or remain sick.
So, celebrities, I’ve met many of you and you have my magazine. What are you willing to do?
Will you organize and unite and come together over John Lennon murder evidence or just suck your
thumbs on the sidelines while this planet descends further into its utter madness and cruelty
and exploitation? The terrorized, numbed down public is just waiting for the government to kill me.
They are out to lunch, so it is up to you.
Now I am aware that Matt Damon and Ben Afleck and other young celebs are ahead of most in terms
of being involved in our world, and good for them. They were among the first who showed awareness
of me, though it might have been my imagination. Well, here’s your cause, here’s your lever.
Together, we can trump all politics.
A special thanks to the late Morton Downey Jr. who gave me three consecutive days on his L.A.
radio show (15 minutes a pop). He was the most American celebrity and/or member of the media
who did his duty to out this story. That Nixon died of a stroke weeks later was a good thing.
(Ding Dong…)
The rest of the media has shown no courage. Even Paul McCartney’s 1990 Berkeley concert plug
about me; “Yeah, Steeeeeeve! That’s right. I don’t know what YOU think Berkeley, but I
want you to know we LIKE it and we need you as a people to GET to the promised land….”
was a big help but nearly enough.
A little more balls next time, Paul, please.

While you’re thinking things over, a thought;
If the rest of the world lived like America the planet would die from abuse and pollution.
Any society that turns a blind eye to the evidence that proves Stephen King, not Chapman,
is the one getting Lennon’s autograph is, indeed, satanic. Your apathy indicts the American
way as a fraud culture held together with lies and corruption and mind control.
There is a reason the back to earther’s are terrified of our way of life destroying theirs.
Our media has labeled them terrorists, though.
Right before I discovered my evidence in 1982 I attended a Hare Krishna speaker event and I
was moved after learning that the simple, soft, cushy “bed” we all sleep on is one of the
main addictions that distract us from a life free of the struggles of having to work so much.
During that year I lived outdoors on a 12 speed bike and discovered, on those occassions I
“Got lucky” and slept indoors, that most of you COOK yourselves at 70 degrees but are just
too used to cooking yourselves that you don’t realize it. Soft beds, heat controlled indoor temp-
erature controls, electronic gadgets, cars, boats, phones. All of it unecessary. All of
it less sane than working less and living closer to nature.
You people can’t really blame other cultures for being afraid of our system destroying their
simpler, happier, less neurotic style of living.
I think it is the most remote tribes of the Amazon jungle who are the happiest people on
earth today.
Meanwhile our lifestyle may “cause internal bleeding, vomiting…even death.” Just watch the
nightly news to understand what I’m talking about all you John Lennon killing cowards.
It doesn’t matter what your class or income level. All of you are currently on your knees
licking big brother’s boots. Worshiping satan and money. It took a no trial for John Lennon’s
killer scenario to make ME step back and take a closer look at our world.
Why ARE you parents turning a blind eye while Stephen King molests your kids?
Who among you is not a John Lennon killing coward? A child and self molesting fool? A
phony?
And yet you let the media brand John as the phony in our midst the nigt they killed him.
In spite of his faults and marrying his enemy; agent Yoko Ono, John was the least phony,
industrialized human on earth.
That’s why the government feared him so.
Fear God. Jail Stephen King. Expose your evil government.

John Lennon once sang;

“We’re born in a prison, we live in a prison, we work in a prison, love in a prison, and
die in a prison, as a rule.
Reach for yourselves and your battered mates.
Wood becomes flute when it is loved.”

(To be continued…..)

CAPITALISM IS INHUMANE;

The title could just as easily read CAPITALISM IS OPPRESSIVE or CAPITALISM IS
SATANIC.
A doctor’s son, at birth, I was innitially repulsed by the less economically fortunate
peers around me who clamored after money. How undignified and cheap, I thought.
As a young man in my early 20’s I sincerely thought; “If only I had lots of money everything
else would be terrific and fine. That’s the answer; make a lot of money.”
The environment had already poisoned me in just a dozon or so years to think like that.
Having just quit a job peddling fine food to the rich I am more sure than ever that rich
people have a royal bug up their butts.
It’s as if the suffering and pain of just getting to their position has so poisoned their
souls that they seem to be the unhappiest people on earth, frankly. Bitter, afraid, self-
ish, stingy, better than everyone else. Miserable.
It’s as if life is a great equalizer. The poor seem happy in squaler, the rich seem unhappy
in their usually empty palaces. Their maids and housekeepers seem happier than they are.
To illustrate my premise, that capitalism is oppressive, inhumane and satanic let me play
out the following imaginary interviews;

“What do you do for a living?”
Answers;
“I slave away serving rich people food, clearing their tables and kissing as much hiney as
possible to collect my subsistance.”

“I sweat outdoors laying asphalt and hope I don’t get mowed down in traffic.”

“I attach a widget to another widget half of my waking life. A mindless, repetitave job.”

“I model government uniforms and brandish guns for the television and movie industry.”

“I wash dishes half of my waking life and just poop out on my days off to recover.”

“I con people out of their money to satisfy the lusts of my exploitive boss at a desk job.”

“I sell people the latest swoop of a fender to replace their perfectly fine automobile.”

“I exploit the masses and steal their houses when they go into forclosure. I’m a banker.”

“I really exploit the masses, even slave drive the masses and dictate over them. I’m in
the oil industry.”

“I’m a politician. I keep the oil people in power and scare the masses with war. Oh, and
did I mention? I kill the public’s heroes so they can never get a leg up on changing things.”

Who among you is as happy as the native North American in the year 1200? None of you.

It’s not enough that money is liquid and can be used for any and everything. The system has
to change things all the time to manipulate it to their advantage; raise or lower the in-
terest rate here, adjust this there, etc.”
It’s a cruel con that is oppressive to at least 80% of all of you. The other 20% are not
so happy either with all their toys. I should know. I once made $22.00 a day just in interest.
I once had tens of thousands of dollars in the bank and it only made me less miserable.
It didn’t make me happy.
When Stephen King made a veiled bribe “I’ll give you anything you want…” if I’d quit my
story I turned him down.
The rest of you would have probably taken the $30 million and turned your back on the world.
That’s what rich people do. It’s a fraud system.

So what is the answer?
I don’t have the complete answer but a back to the earth platform would be a good start.
No electricity, no air conditioning, no mining, no pollution, no manufacturing, no commerce,
no asphalt, wires, television, movies, pizza, cars, busses, jets.

NO WORK, NO TAXES, NO MILITARY, NO MEDIA, NO MONEY!!!!!,NO TRAFFIC JAMS,

YOUR LIFE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just people living in tribes, together, for their own best interest. Farming and herding. The way
man lived for millions of years before the industrial revolution. It’s pretty easy to build
a shelter or home. Most animals do, in fact. No money or exchange of services, no doing one
kind of job while another does a different niche. Non integrated, self reliant.
Fishing, relaxing, breathing fresh air, drinking clean, healthy water, worshiping the stars
at night instead of a sports event.
Living in harmony with your own souls for a change.
Getting the 50% of your life you sacrificed for money and all it doesn’t buy, BACK!

It won’t happen at once and retiring militaries will take time and a world wide response.
Money has become the devil’s playground and we must grind it to a halt for it has taken
over our lives.
In case some of you haven’t figured out the capitalist system of profit, profit is achieved
via the amount of work the working class can be tricked into performing. The more hours you
surrender of your life for work and the less money you accept to perform this tragic exchange
the more the people at the top make. It’s all about enslaving people as much as they will
accept. Rising inflation is ahedge against the working class from staying ahead of the in-
justices involved. By the time they find themselves starving or broke (Usually years) the
top percent have already fleeced you even if you eventually demand a raise.
I saw McDonald’s employees demanding $15. @ hr. recently. That’s what it takes to even break
even today, people. Wake up!!! Or are McDonald’s employees smarter than you?
Ideally the wife and mother would be home taking care of that job ONLY! Ideally the other half
would need only to work 30 hours per week to provide a dignified living. The reason that is
not the case is greed and power and media mind control.
If you knew what I know about all of you you would know that people are as predictable and
controllable as animal livestock.
Consider me the first cow to jump the ranchers fence for freedom and a real life.
Work is highly overrated. Humans work far more than the rest of God’s kingdom

All your heroes have been killed and only I haven’t surrendered to the terrorism. I won’t
keep my head down like McCartney and others. I’m your only hope. You can’t lead yourselves.
The women’s movement to the workplace is proof it’s all a shell game and phony. Women didn’t
USED to have to work. It was all a trick to double taxes and keep you too busy working to
oppose the machine.
As you all stand you are too insane to care if Stephen King actually murdered John Lennon.
Too insane to recall seeing a trial for Chapman. You’re addicts out of control and you need
a hero to get well again. I know how Moses felt when he returned to see his people worshiping
a golden calf. Wake up you infidels.
In 1962 America WAS a GREAT country. Then our enemies killed J.F.K. and the house began to
disintegrate. Now big corporations, the Rockefeller dynasty, cruel Monsanto and a foreign run
media have doused that once good country and every president works for the same military –
industrial octopus that is in bed with Moscow. Obama, Bush, Clinton, it doesn’t matter, anymore.
It’s all the same evil, Orwellian, anti- average man, exploitive, thieving, lying regime.

I know, I know. It will take a cataclysmic event like an asteroid to FORCE you to take
my advice, if any of you survive.
Keep up with protecting Stephen King and that just might happen.

(To be continued…)

Before you foray into my other chapters below please understand that all my niceness over
the last three decades was wasted on an apathetic, scared U.S. public who let me rot on
the vine and some of what you read will reflect that. I’ve resorted to verbal warfare with
all of you rather than commiting a crime to force the story out.
I’m far from as nasty as I must seem but righteously pissed off at all of you for being so
afraid to get on board and help me out this news.
Don’t judge me by my angry verbiage. It was a sick public that caused me to resort to harsh
words in the first place.
I’m a nice person, underneith.

Let me leave you with an upbeat selection of my various song lyrics. The melodies are at
least as good, by the way.;

Live wire walking on a high wire
Poor life hanging by a thread
Busting the government for John Lennon’s murder
Lucky I’m not already dead.
So many years, still, nobody cares.
Left here with my fears,
Am I really going anywhere?

You all turned your backs on John Lennon
With the lame excuse ‘He’s dead.’
You people don’t care about nothing
You’re all sick in your head.
You say that you’re free
‘Home of the brave’
In reality you’re a media controlled slave

(Still in progress…) Next

The silly masses laughing in their dark despair
Killed John Lennon, saw no trial and no one even cares.
Lying to you children; ‘It’s the fan the papers pinned.’
Living’s easy swallowing that pill.
Lights that used to signal we’re the human race have dimmed
Your smokey eyes are glazing over still

(One verse only until it is all cleaned up and improved…) Next;

Mommy and Daddy love money more than they love baby
Till Lennon’s killer’s tried it’s the terrible truth, not maybe
John Lennon’s killer never went to trial because you’re morally lazy
Now your children have to pick up the pieces in a world gone crazy

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done
There’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung

You bring home the bacon and the paycheck year after year
Still you’re dining at the table of cowardice, hypocracy and fear
Bubble brained you’re entertained on television, football and beer
Now another lying politician’s war is drawing near

There’s nothing you can make that can’t be made
There’s no one you can save that can’t be saved

Deliver me from evil and temptation

Mommy and Daddy love money more than they love baby
Till Lennon’s killer’s tried it’s the terrible truth, not maybe

(Written at the start of Gulf War I. Next)

I’m a short haired, yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky guy
And I’ll swallow every tax hike, politician, war and lie
I’m polled, I’m media controlled, yeah, I
I’m a short haired, yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky guy

I’m a short haired, yellow bellied son of tTricky Dicky guy
And I lick those government boots and don’t know why
I’m in a masochistic mode, yeah, I
I’m a short haired, yellow bellied son of Tricky Dicky guy

(You’ll notice most of my songs are unfinished and only half baked. Next)

My very first song, ever circa 1985;

When I was just a young man growing up in California
I fell in love with Beatle’s music like so many others in America
P.S. I Love You, All My Loving, I Want To Hold Your Hand
All You Need Is Love, Give peace A Chance, She Loves You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

The Man who stood there waiting in the shadows, yeah the man who shot John Lennon down
The man who got the autograph he had no trial for all we know he just skipped town
We were told his name was Mark David Chapman
But you’ll find his name in print before it happened
In a magazine and Chapman’s letter
Links himself with Reagan weeks before the murder.

This is a story all about three big magazines
Time and newsweek, U.S. News and world report documented everything.
Only in the issues surrounding the crime you’ll find bold print codes
Double meaning messages written in the headlines – The truth is told.

You’ll even find in print before the murder takes place
Advertised ‘One great big Zippo lighter, the killer’s face
Hold on every one of us it’s not Mark David Chapman
That was just an alias cause he writes horror fiction
The man who wrote ‘The Shining’, ‘Salem’s Lot’ and ‘Carrie’
The face belongs to Stephen King. People THAT’S scary.

Nowhere near as good as ‘I Call Your Name’ John’s first, at age 13, but something.

Closing thought;
Jesus, Gandhi, Linclon, Davy Crockett, J.F.K., R.F.K., M.L.K., Buddy Holly, Jimmy Hendrix,
Jim Morrison, Mamma Cass, Kirt Cobain, Bob Marley, John Balushi, David Kenny (Writer of ‘Animal
House’) John Lennon, and a dozon others.
Will you vampires please pull your heads up from the bowl of heroes blood you have been
lapping at all this time and strike a blow to your oppressors before you kill me next?

P.S. John Lennon was assassinated on Jim Morrison’s birthday, so enough with your denial.

P.P.S. FLASH!!!

An hour after writing the above sentence I learned that Ray Manzerak, organist and co- found-
er of The Doors, had just died from some form of cancer. I happened the same day as the massive
tornado that leveled Moore, Oklahoma. I noticed that the national news went so long on that
event that the death of this rock star was not mentioned at all. Right away that sent a red flag
up in the air. Did our government have a reason to give Ray cancer to kill him?
Since 2006 he had possession of my magazine and my own personal karaoke tapes of Beatles
and Doors songs that I hand delivered to him. If he even discussed it on his phone to anyone our
government would have known that. Trust me on this, people. America is under ‘big brother’.
Like George Harrisson, who sat on this evidence and also died similarly, Ray Manzerak failed to
beat the government to the punch, if the government had a any role in either of their premature
deaths, and use their stature to shed a light on my findings.
Maybe they both just were unlucky and got cancer, but maybe not. Hugo Chavez accused our
government of giving him cancer. We all suspect that Israel poisoned Yasser Arafat, too.
I accuse our government of, literally, rigging the elections weeks ago in Venezuela, after.
So, lesson learned, celebrities; Don’t sit on evidence. Remove the threat your knowing repre-
sents and use it or lose your life.
Sadly, with no reprisal to fear before they both died, they both remained silent. CRAZY.
And you wonder at your own paralysis, people.

VENICE BEACH; TERRORISM SITE?

There is a sidewalk pianist at the heart of the Venice Beach, Ca. boardwalk who monopolizes
this best spot to be heard almost to the exclusion of any one else who might want to be heard
there.
This Thursday, May, 23, 2013, after he interupted my early morning guitar playing there, I raised
a voice to say;”I wouldn’t mind so much that he monopolizes this spot if he played better piano
but he plays too fast, like a madman, as if to drown out any other sound in the area. I even
wonder, sometimes, is he L.A.P.D. undercover babysitting the only hot spot in Venice Beach….”
This was met with his rebuttal, which I politely let him render, only to add;
Why must you hog this spot 60 hours a week? I only ask for two hours a week.”
Then a street punk loser, all 5 foot nine and 150 pounds of him, a punk who flattened my
van’s tire there fifteen years ago, sideled up to me and my $3,000. classical guitar and
caused me to wade into the restaurant to protect it. He was gone after I returned minutes later.
I spoke up and said; “Looks like L.A.P.D is after my $3,000. guitar, people.”
AT THAT POINT a man, looking eirilly like the black man who butchered a soldier in London
the day before spoke up to the sitting cafe patrons to say; “Why don’t you people be ac-
countable and responsible for yourselves, instead of blaming your government? Be accountable
for yourselves…” when I interjected to say: “Or get butchered to death on a London street.”
Everybody knew that he was sounding just like the man who made a similar speech after hacking
the soldier to death.
He suddenly shut up.
Most telling during the exchange, when a patron said something to him, he replied, twice;
“He’s your guy, not ours.” referring to me. This shows an ‘us’ vs ‘them’ mindset.
I then addressed the restaurant staff to appeal to them since the patrons were too apathetic
to care; “Do you really want your space monopolized by the maddening, rapid fire jingle, jingle,
jangel, jangel kaleidescope of madness this piano player represents? He has no respect for
the song. He’s in it for the distraction.”

Los Angeles, is your iconic beach spot on a terrorist’s list for theater in the future?
Will a terrorist someday machine gun the diners at the Sidewalk Cafe to get your attention?
If you are paying attention, based on the events of that morning, I’d be concerned.
I trust the government who reads my blogs weekly will now keep an eye on these tall, thin ap-
parently foreigner black men who occupy that spot.
I’d like all of you to know that only a police operative would act so hostile, so quickly to my
speech and I suspect the 5’9″ white man of about 150 lbs who seems like a gang member may
have made a deal with the L.A.P.D. to help them shut down my free speech there.
All of the other major venues for speech; the restaurant sidewalk cafes at Sunset Blvd. in the
tonier section, the Santa Monica Prominade, the business area near U.C.L.A. all have various
police types and L.A.P.D. to shoo away anyone who wants to be heard. Just like Russia.
Meanwhile know that L.A.P.D. is exactly about planting agent provocatures at Venice Beach
and hogging the stage at that cafe to exclude real activists like me.
Right now, as it stands, this mad cacophony of rapid fire piano noise is a symbol of what you
all stand for. Mindless, maddening bullshit, drowning out any sanity at your biggest beach. Big
Brother rules your beach, not you.

Considering that Jim Morrisson is THE iconic sybol of L.A. music, shame on all of you Angelinos
for not standing up to this L.A.P.D.(?) babysitting of Venice Beach.
Shame on all of America, for that matter, for allowing our nations police to massacre indi-
viduals who represent no real threat at all, with a barrage of bullets. You, as a people are no
better than those butchers in London. You allow similar massacres in the name of police
terrorism every month.
The so called co-conspirator who the F.B.I. shot the same week who may or may not have con-
fessed to being part of a triple murder with one of the Boston bombers may HAVE been tor-
tured and murdered, as his father alleges, and maybe you are still being lied to.

News Falsh!!

Well, I went back to Venice Beach and, four songs into my guitar playing, there came the
“piano man” to drown out my music. before he arrived there was a drum playing bozo, suddenly, not
making music, but noise to drown me out.
I went up to the cafe patrons and told them my thoughts on this charade of musicians who
can’t do justice to the concept of music but might be undercover squatters to keep Venice
stupid and uninformed of real messages. I then asked to see the cafe manager who, for one
having long hippy hair, was quite bright and sober, indeed. He remarked that the piano man’s
rapid fire style had more to do with speed than anything else. I then asked him if the
waitress I called the week before about my concerns with terrorism at his cafe had mentioned
anything to him. He advised me that any more talk of terrorism would come down on me.
A half hour later, while a mile from the scene, driving my van, I noticed that two police
officers were very honed in on me, with eagle eyes. They passed but a minute later another
patrol car whipped a U turn with his lights on all of a sudden. I thought I was going to
be pulled over and, the way things have been going in America, maybe shot dead like a terrorist.
Nothing happened but I realized how quickly an innocent remark can get you killed in Bar-
rack Obama’s C.I.A. owned America.
It was chilling.

By the way, yes, I think Obama is a C.I.A. plot to go world order and that he is an actor.
I also think that the Venice beach boardwalk is a cacophony of pot smoke and loonacy. Kind
of like Rome before the fall. Is the C.I.A. behind all this undermining of L.A.’s beach scene?
How are any of you ever going to even see me in the first place?
Grow a brain, people. Get real, not lost.

August 5, 2013,

Now, two months later, there was a terror attack involving a motorist mowing down people on
THE VENICE BEACH BOARDWALK!
Just almost as I predicted. It may not have been foreigners or guns but a fatal attack
on the Venice Beach Boardwalk that included dozons of others who were injured seems to
suggest I am not one to easlily dismiss when I open my mouth.
I’ve always been 30 years ahead of my peers, though.

Yoko Ono IS a govt. cunt!

That’s right, everybody. Let this K.G.B. witch sue me if I’m slandering her or defaming her.
In fact, I may just put this four foot long message on my bumper, soon;
“Yoko Ono IS a govt. c##t!
or;
“Yoko’s a govt. witch”
or;
“Yoko Ono; Modern ‘Judas'”
or;
Beware ‘Agent’ Yoko Ono”
or;
“Yoko rules silent U.S.”
or;
“‘Agent’ Yoko also involved”
Which one works for you people? Is there any message I can post that will get you to admit
what all of you demonstrated you already knew in 1968; That Yoko Ono was infiltrating The
Beatles on behalf of the government from day one?
Yoko Ono is the bitch from Big Brother we all KNEW she was from day one when we all hissed
at the mention of her name. A government ‘Judas’, a ‘Black Widow’; “Oh, NO!, YOKO!”
Yes, dear reader, your faces all squished up from Yoko Ono’s butt cheeks and other body parts
that have been sitting on you since 1968, I’m certain, Yoko Ono was “Tricky Dicky’s” ultra,
stealth, secret agent, hero killer/Judas. She set John up for the government and would have
been killed, too, if she were really John’s loving wife. She was the cover-up’s “Ace In The Hole”.
Wake up and smell the nightmare, Nightmarica. Take a look through the glass onion layers of
Orwellian evil, in real life, as it’s all still, pathetically, happening to all of you.
I found out after Yoko’s security detail had me kidnapped, handcuffed and beaten unconscious in
San Francisco in 1987 for merely giving her an envelope with copies of my magazine to get to
Paul, George and Ringo. That’s all I did. Turns out she had the N.Y.P.D. hold a gun to John’s
house servant, Fred Seaman, to get John’s journals back years earlier. Government cunt.
She’s the witch sitting on all of New York city keeping everybody quiet and apathetic. “Oh,
well, let Yoko do something if there’s anything funny going on. She’s the one who would do
something if there was anyone who would do something. His wife, for God’s sake.”
Just the phony, cop out excuse you all want to make to pass the buck. Yoko IS the funny
thing going on. She’s keeping a lid on things. She’s protecting her 500 million dollar payday
for playing her part. Coldest fish in the sea. Her parents deserted her because of our war
with Japan which explains part of why why she secretly hates America and all of you.
“K.G.B.!!?? Really, now, Steve Lightfoot. You’re risking your all important credibility with
such an outlandish remark that implies that Nixon and Reagan were Soviet plants imploding
the United States of America?”
That’s exactly what I’m saying, dear reader. That our government has sold us all out a long
time ago to the idea of the government absolutely controlling the masses they rule over.
Media mind control, financial control, killing all anti government heroes, all control.
I’m saying that Time magazine, after Algier Hiss, it’s editor in chief, admitted to being
a communist in the 50’s, was allowed to continue to be our premier magazine, anyway.
I’m saying that John Lennon was killed with a handgun during the exact same time that the
Soviets were caught shooting the Pope. I’m saying that there is a nexus, there, not a
coincidence. I’m saying that Yoko Ono and the Nixon, Reagan crowd, working for the Soviets
in real life, and with the permission of our own sell out / infiltrated government, arranged
to intercept The Beatles by breaking the band up, first, then getting it’s true leader, John Len-
non, out of the public eye long enough for his hard core fans to be burdened with money
matters before assassinating him and covering up his murder with the help of Yoko (Agent) Ono.
The Beatles, you see, were changing the world for the better and our government could’t afford
for that to happen. They needed the media to control you, instead. And it does now that our
beloved hero, John Lennon, isn’t there to help us like a real big brother should.
It’s a war between our right to have a big brother, “One of us.” heroes and the government’s
attempt to replace that right with assassinating them and being a ‘Phony’ substitute big brother.
You can read all about why I think Yoko is the Judas of our times in my Chapter below
titled; “Yoko’s No Good”
And that’s putting it politely.

P.S. Poor, pathetic, silent, under Yoko’s evil spell like John was, too, Paul McCartney, is too
unsophisticated to see through her. I guess that makes me smarter than Paul McCartney.
I know for a fact I’m a hell of a lot braver and, in spite of my verbal venom, care more
about all of you than he does.
Like John was, I’m the very definition of the “good’ Big brother we all need as a species.
Life without someone like us would be worse than death and that’s why we’re so brave.
Hate me all you want for being so righteous but I am America’s “Best Man.” I have proof.
Proof you weaklings don’t want to confront. Or WILL you JAIL Stephen King? I can’t do it
without all of America’s help. It has to break, first, then go to the courts, second, or
you will be poisoned with media mind control and corruption from the government. You have
to take to the streets FOR THIS, for a change.

Meanwhile, you all look pretty stupid with Yoko Ono’s cunt marks and butt cheek marks all
squished into your unsuspecting faces. She’s been sitting on all of you long enough.

P.S. Do I think that Nixon and Reagan, both, were impostors infiltrating our presidency to
destroy America? Yes, I do.
You have to realize, with the Cuban missile crisis both countries were threatened. No holds
are barred in such situations and Moscow may have felt justified to penetrate our presidency
for self preservation. They knew that the best strategy would be to transform us into the kind
of country that fit their vision via infiltration. The infiltration was so thick in the 50’s it was cal-
led out on the world stage and all of Hollywood was suspect.
Enter president of the screen actors guild, Ronald Reagan. And he married Nancy Baker who was
on the commie black list. Go figure. Then in 1980 with Lennon’s murder and in 1981 with his own
faked episode of getting shot, he came after America’s guns and gun ownership rights. Didn’t he?!
Stephen King is an outspoken enemy of the N.R.A.. He recently remarked that the N.R.A. should
have to clean the walls of Sandy Hook. Even though King, himself, wrote “Rage”, a book about
a student shooting up his whole class, back in 1975 before the phenomenon even existed.
King, who warns us, several times, in one book he wrote right after assassinating our hero;
“Beware the Jewish, communist plot against the U.S..” I think King is Jewish, besides. I
believe he was spotted with the crowd in Bohemian Grove where all the Free Masons, etc. meet.
King is part of the disintegrate America campaign that our government is, apparently, O.K. with.

W-A-K-E—–U-P, Nightmarica.

Was Nov. 22, ’63 a Soviet, take-over coup. We’re the Soviets, Kruschev, Castro, the K.G.B.
etc., behind the assassination of J.F.K. and was it more than just that, a hostile takeover
of our government under the threat of nuclear blackmail?
I can almost see the memo they could have delivered if that was the case;
“Your young president was about to start a nuclear war and, well, we killed him and we’re taking
you over as of now. Any resistance will be met with all out destruction of your major cities.
Relax. We’re just stepping up our agenda a few years early and all of you government people will
be positioned well for what is to come. We will even let it seem like you defeated us and fake
our demise down the road to keep the public unaware. We have it all laid out.”

I recall Eisenhower’s famous warning to us all before he left office;
“Beware the military/industrial complex….”
I think he may have already known about this transfer of power, then. This merging of both
super-powers into one “Big Brother” machine.
At that time the infiltration and subversion by the Soviets was so rife it could not be ig-
nored. The media, Hollywood, our government. I’ve seen the Time magazine codes a week before
J.F.K.’s murder enough to know Nixon was centrally behind that assassination. Was Nixon a Soviet
agent all along? Was Reagan a Soviet plant, too?
It took me decades to recon that that is probably exactly the case.
I recall how we had a Russian whose last name was Shalikasvili at the head of our military
not too long ago, that Clinton told us to side with Moscow over the Chechnian rebels when
he was president and the way our Pentagon has assumed central command of our police depart-
ments as evidenced after the Fergussen, Missouri incident when a Pentagon officer took to national
television to calm the public the day after.
I’ve noticed how all of our mass media is hostile to the truth and is molesting us all with
gun violence and stupefying programming. America has become, more than just like Soviet era
Russia, it has become silent, scared and satanic. Pro-cover-up, boot-licking sick and weak.

And so I say to all of you boot-licking, blindfolded, so called Americans;
“Wake up and smell your nightmare.”

If I am right about all of this you, the U.S. public, would be the very last to know.

YOKO’S NO GOOD

Most people, instinctively, did not like Yoko Ono when she came into John’s
life. I was already dating a half Japanese girlfriend at the time and I
pitied these people and felt that they had racial and bigotry issues.
It wasn’t until her security had me kidnapped, handcuffed, pistolwhipped,
almost to death, and slandered that I saw the light.
That was in late 1987, just two months after martial artists dislocated my
arm and then smashed my face into the sidewalk, breaking my nose.
This after saying, simply,; “We don’t need the publicity.”.
I would later learn that Yoko had been living in Berkeley, secretly, at the
time, keeping an eye on my activism at U.C. Berkeley.
I was kidnapped a half hour after I gave her a packet with my evidence.
Her security came back and pushed me, violently, out of the Dyansin Art Gallery
in San Francisco into the arms of the waiting S.F.P.D. who picked me up
by all fours and said, as they carried me to a police van,: “We’re going to
beat your ass.” A half hour later, while I was handcuffed, they stopped in
the worst neighborhood in the area and wailed on me until I went un-
conscious. When I woke up I had to ask myself how I came to be in the back
of a police van all bloody?
When they arrived at the S.F. General Hospital officer Kevin Hall said to
me; “I’m going to break your nose.” A doctor overheard him and he didn’t, but
I was branded as a whacko with a phony report that accused me of yelling
death threats to Yoko Ono at the gallery. My camera was also stolen.
I remained calm and I was able to convince the doctors that they made
up a lie and that I was getting the Soviet treatment because of my activist
status and I was transfered to another facility, observed for two days
and released.
A few weeks later it dawned on me that Yoko may be involved with the murder
and coverup and, suddenly, all the pieces pointing to that possibility
fell into place.
To begin with she wasn’t killed with John and that seemed a risky move, if
she was John’s loving wife, as she was all too aware that Nixon tried to de-
port them in the early 70’s and that she would be able to alert the pub-
lic to the possibility that John was politically assassinated.
Far from doing that she told us; “..that’s up to the courts to decide..” in
her letter to the public in Rolling Stone magazine regarding her sons
question; “Was the killer crazy?”
When Chapman’s 60 day psychiatric evaluation lapsed with no trial or new
developments she came out with an album titled; ” It’s All Right.”
She has been silent ever since and has even tried to sell Nike the song
rights to Revolution, the one with the lyrics; “But if you go carrying pic-
tures of Chairman Mao, you aint gonna make it with anyone anyhow.” an obvious
dig at Nixon.
Suddenly everything she ever did pointed the finger of guilt her way.
When she said to the world that she didn’t know who Lennon was when they
met she was lying. According to Paul McCartney she had already approached
him, months earlier, for money to sponser her art projects. He suggested
she hit up John instead. She met John at an art gallery and promptly had
an affair with him, got him to pose frontal naked on an album cover,
got him to divorce Cynthia, got him hooked on hard drugs, began causing
friction in the recording sessions and poisoned him towards the rest
of the band and, ultimately, broke up The Beatles, got John to go underground
and planted a marijuanna roach in their apartment resulting in his arrest
and Nixon’s deportation effort.
Furthermore, it was her phone call to Japanese authorities that resulted in
Pauls pot bust.
Yoko initially pursued John the same way Selena’s killer pursued Selena;
by slipping notes under her door.
When I would show up in New York she would pay the police to harass me and
ticket me several times per month.
When the crowds outside her apartment were grieving at Strawberry Fields,
her memorial to John, a year after the murder, she called the police to shut
them down and disburse. Furthermore, Strawberry Fields is exactly where
dog owners take their pets to defacate. The place reeks!
In absolute violation of John’s will not to be cremated, Yoko had his body
cremated, within days.
When John was shot she RAN from the limo, ahead of John and ducked behind
a wall before the bullets were fired!
Before he was shot John wanted to grab a bite to eat first but she in-
sisted they go straight home instead.
Sean, I’m sorry to be the one to break the news to you, but if you still
trust your mother you are a fool and you may even be in danger.
Yoko is what is called in espionage circles, a “Black Widow”, one who gets
close to someone for the purpose of assassination.
Before Sean was born Yoko miscarried, not one, but two of John’s children.
She took over John’s business matters and let John raise Sean because she
was too busy to be bothered.
Yoko also ordered the N.Y.P.D. to kidnap Fred Seaman and hold a gun
to his head to get back some of John’s journals that he kept. Mr. Seaman
was their houseservant.
Yoko’s role today is to keep New York City residents too stupid to in-
vestigate the matter further. She is sandbagging America.
It goes to show that Americans and people are, on the one hand, instinct-
ive enough to know that she was a government plot from the start, yet too
weak to confront the even more obvious indicators after they are all
around us, daring us to act.
A little piece of information, that there is hard evidence to prove, is that
John was going to divorce Yoko towards the end of his life.
Yoko has her 500 million dollar reward for helping Nixon kill our hero
and she has never disputed my accusations or tried to sue me though I
blanketed her neighborhood with this information.
There is much more, but if the above has not convinced you no amount of
information will.
If you let her get away with it you’re all just as bad.

Entry message;

Since my website was hacked almost a month ago (My About Author page was replaced with a puls-
ating image of a cadaver whose throat was slit and lips cut off, and my New Developments page
was missing and replaced with; “Keck, keck… kecles, keck”) since all of that happened I have
taken a look at my recent entries and found how tortured I must be to discover how bitter I do
come across and at how often I call all of you guilty, apathetic, cowardly, boot-licking,
child abusing phonies. Or words to that effect. I believe all of that is only too true and I
can’t apologize for saying the truth about your evil state, but I would like to let you all
know that, until I learned all this about all of you, I was the nicest guy in the world. In
fact, when I initially stumbled onto the evidence my first thought about all of you was;
“My poor fellow man. Doesn’t even know!” And that was before I found out that Stephen King
was the real life killer.
Since then I have learned a simple and ugly fact about all of you. You are all very sick
boot-licking cowards, indeed. You all really are as sick as Stephen King could make you.
Your strange behavior will invent new words for the dictionary; “The Bangor Syndrome” to de-
scribe how the people of Bangor, Maine, for example, allowed King his freedom in the wake of
the obvious evidence I presented in the several visits I made there with my website and van.
That aside, you should all know that I wish I could endure your jealousy and sickness with
a little less bitching and moaning, after all. Ultimately you all made me bitter with your
role in the cover-up. I now know that all of you are more than just apathetic; you are all
pro cover-up and a force of evil unto yourselves. I know that all your various religions are
spineless and useless against real evil in our lifetimes and serve as a cop out mechanism for
you. Your impotent religions won’t make you the kind of people you should be, the kind who
would demonstrate in public to jail Stephen King and whomever else in our government that can
be punished for killing John Lennon until the whole world knew the truth and the guilty were
held accountable.
As you have all already demonstrated to the watching world you’d all rather let King molest
you and your children, you’d rather let world war three break out, you’d all rather let our
world go to hell than do that.
Your’e the problem, people. YOU.
If King admitted he murdered Lennon I doubt any of you would admit you heard him say it. If he
got up on stage at the half time ceremony at the Super Bowl and SHOWED you the photo’s of him
getting John Lennon’s autograph and ADMITTED he murdered John, you’d all do nothing. Probably.
You allowed Chapman to skip trial to begin with you’re so afraid of your government.
Now I appreciate that all of you would rather I get killed than any of you have to admit to
your children how weak and hypocritical and boot-licking you all really are.
It took me decades of life in the trenches of this expose to understand the satan in all people.
You’d all rather suffer in silence than reap the good life you could all enjoy under truth
and justice. You people are not truthful or just.
You people are afraid.
Now that I have that out in plain sight for all of you to see I hope you will understand how
frustrating it is for me to try and be your hero when you are really hero killing machines.
I listened to one of John Lennon’s last ever written songs; “Real Love” and noticed he, too,
was beside himself with the stupidity of the masses, all of you. He wrote, just before we
all murdered him;
” I don’t expect you to understand
The kingdom of heaven is in your hands
I don’t expect you to awake from your dreams
It’s too late for crying, now it seems…”
People like John Lennon, Gandhi, Jesus and others who made us better people have it hard.
Don’t look down your hypocritical noses and dismiss me for being a bitter messenger after
what you all put me through. In truth it is all of you who are too bitter to care about my
evidence. Too miserable. My wrestling with you all these decades has taken its toll on me.
Following a brutal, violent attack on me last April I have taken off the gloves with the public.
As to the politics of the day;
All of you are being used to fight the Great Crusades all over again. It’s because Islam is
a real threat to money and materialism and bankers and corporations and other planet killing
enterprises. The Queen, etc., all governments can’t have the world gravitate towards a simpler,
less industrialized way of life. That would change everything. It would hurt the rich. The powers
that be don’t want you to ever experience a life without mostly just work and materialism.
It’s why we’re killing people called ISIS and before them Al Queda now that we’ve whipped them
into a frenzy with wars that killed many of their family members under the Bush dynasty and
now Obama, Obama being just another flavor of Bush working for Bush’s exact same bosses.
Jeb Bush will probably be your next president you’re all so fascist and rigged.
The Great Crusades all over again. Why do you all suspect we established Israel in 1948?
The famous “Goat On A Post” tactic to provoke Islamists. To stir up the Islams so we could
kill them. That’s why. You’re all being used and tricked.
When Obama killed Osama Bin Laden the operation was called “Operation Geronimo”. Just
like the U.S. killed millions of Indians to take over this land we are up to exactly the same thing
now only it’s the religious followers of Islam. I believe it was Prescott Bush who robbed
Geronimo’s grave to steal his skull and bones, like a trophy celebrating that genocide.
Beware all the media talking heads and their twisted as their ties lies on the subject. Just
think of the media as Pravda to even begin to understand them.
(To be continued…. read other chapters below. They’re the ones that provoked my enemies to
hack my site. I’d recommend the chapter Salinger/Chapman/King and, in the Occasional
Diary chapter entries dated; June-25 and 30, July-27, August 20 and 25 and September 16.
Of course see all about the L.A. politicians and the assault on me last April as I might be
in more danger than I think and your apathy on the subject is what my enemies count on.)

While I have your attention here allow me to present the lyrics of the song I was singing
on April 4,2014 at Venice beach before I was approached by a man in a wig and disguise who
hit me in the head with a roundhouse punch that went un-investigated or prosecuted by police.

LIVE WIRE;

Live wire walking on a high wire
Poor life hanging by a thread
Busting the government for John Lennon’s murder
Lucky I’m not already dead.
So many years, still, nobody cares
Left here with my fears, am I really going anywhere?
You all turned your backs on John Lennon
With the lame excuse; “He’s dead!”
You people don’t care about nothing
You’re all sick in your head
You say that you’re free,’Home of the brave’
In reality you’re a media controlled slave…”

I was displaying two signs at the time as well;
SATANIC PUBLIC STONEWALLING
and
WWW.LENNONMURDERTRUTH.COM

L.A.P.D. trying to kill me?

Officer Ballerini of the Pacific division near Venice Beach seemed insulted that I would dare
suspect that the assault on me last April 4 involving a man who tried to break my jaw might
be a police conspiracy to get me killed. San Francisco police kidnapped, handcuffed and
pistolwhipped me unconscious in 1987. Palm Spring’s police tried to beat me up, five on one,
in 1996, except I chose to be very loud and they disbanded before a large restaurant crowd.
The same department that also pointed a gun at my head and cited me four times in three
weeks there and jailed me for informing the public about their gunpointing.
Many police department’s have abused me. One warden even threatened to have me cut up in
little pieces and flushed down the toilet back in the early 80’s.
Yes, there is a very good chance that the attack on me was part of a police operation.
The thin blue line that also protects us also protects our rulers from whistleblowers like me.
There is no whistleblower in the world who can revolutionize society more with news than I.
And who in the hell am I? I make all of society cringe with the knowledge that all of you
are co-conspiring cowards in the assassination of John Lennon which, by the way, was never fol-
wed by a trial for the man whose name you can’t recall, Chapman. I make Time and Newsweek
and U.S.News and World Report magazines worried about having to fold their operations.
You didn’t know that all three are in bed with our C.I.A.. Well, they all are.
In fact all of our mass media will be replaced with a new kind of media when I’m finished
exposing and jailing the most horrible human on earth, horror writer, Stephen King, who is
the man who actually got John’s last autograph, the real killer who pulled the trigger.
If I break this story all of you boot-licking, cover up class cowards will be forced to all
grow up. That makes you all uncomfortable. It means you have to become authentic, not phony.
And, yes, you deserve to be spoken to in those harsh terms as you ARE ALL VERY SICK!
And so, before I give you my reasons for thinking that there is a 50% chance that the
police are protecting the two who attacked me, let me call all of you out for being the kind
of spineless douche bags who would sit still for all this abuse against me over three decades.
Yes, Santa Rosa, California promptly fired chief Rosano in the mid 80’s over my billboard;
“CHIEF ROSANO AND S.R.P.D. PLOTTING TO MURDER ME; STEVE LIGHTFOOT”
but that’s very little support you people have ever given me for my heroism.
As if all of you don’t know, my story is too big for the media or our authorities to deal
with. No attorney will help me out of fear of government and all of you seem paralyzed, too.
To begin with, I discovered magazine headline codes, including the killer’s face, alleged
name and letter linking him to Reagan in print before the murder of John Lennon. In short,
I can prove that Nixon and Reagan arranged for horror writer; Stephen King to actually
murder John Lennon and that the police switched King with Chapman that night and that the
mass media told us a cover up lie. I can also recommend to all of you that Yoko Ono is the
government’s “Ace In The Hole” and is involved with the coverup as well.
Sick world, sick all of you. Shame on your boot-licking silence all these decades that you
all chose to bury your heads in the sand. None of you saw a trial for anyone who killed John
Lennon, the worlds most powerful revolutionary as he was making a return to our lives.
My world famous website, number one in it’s category, is; www.lennonmurdertruth.com.
And now I am being assaulted by, yet, another undercover police operative in a sting operation
to kill me, if I’m not mistaken.
Either that or L.A.P.D. are A.W.O.L. incompetents and cowards who can’t make a simple arrest
on a man who witnesses saw tried to break my jaw with a roundhouse suckerpunch while I did
nothing to provoke it. In fact, in spite of questionable film results,- a security camera technician
happened to be there when I viewed the film to find the actual assault was only inches out
of frame, as if it might have been cropped as I gave a days notice before coming by – film shows
the shadow of the man’s blow to my jaw and showed his female accomplice vandalizing my signs
at the same time as well as the assailant pacing around me for several seconds while I’m
guarding my guitar. In fact, if this attack on me is not orchestrated from Barack Obama down
to the F.B.I., C.I.A., L.A.P.D., et al, I’d be very surprised. Events seem to point that way.
Innitially detectives told me the film showed nothing, for example. You see, people?
Let’s talk about the 155 pound 40-ish man with dark hair and a face like Charles Manson who
walked up to me wearing a disguise (Fake wig, mustache and goatee) and sucker punched me
as hard as he could witrh a roundhouse to my jaw last April 4, 2014;
I had been playing my guitar and singing Beatle’s songs to the Sidewalk Cafe crowd at Venice
Beach when a woman tried to tell me to leave, that I was in someone elses space. I replied;
“If they come I’ll leave.” She persisted and I told her; “If I have to see about regulating
this area I will.” Just then this man in a disguise walked up, asked me to repeat that and,
when I did, he tried to break my jaw. He swung a roundhouse as hard as he could.
Because he has always displayed cowardly behavior he did this while I was holding a valuable
guitar. I now recognized this man as the same person who tried to start a similar fight a year
earlier at the same spot. When I put my guitar away, then, he also vanished.
Even then I wondered might this be the same drug dealer / coward who knifed my van’s tire
20 years ago because I refused to buy his bunk bag of pot?
If it was then this person is a sick, miserable, criminal who hates life and wants to start
trouble where no trouble exists. I wondered, then, was he a narc working for police. His level
of antagonism against me was unexplainable unless he’s as sick and dangerous and evil as
Charles Manson or an agent provocatour working for police and the F.B.I..
If he is just a Venice beach drug dealer / loser and has an insecurity about his manhood or
issues with the bad parenting he received he’d have been corrected by now by the real world over
his beligerent, runt dog attitude. Whether he is in a plot with police or they are merely
encouraging him to assault me by refusing to arrest him, the police are already looking criminal.
I’m passing out these flyers because I think you’ll all agree, after I lay out facts, that,
so far, the authorities are displaying special leniancy towards my assailants, much like L.A.’s
former D.A., Gil Garcetti, threw things with the O.J. mess to avoid race riots. Now his son,
I believe, is at the top of this mess with me, at least where L.A.’s mayor is concerned.
The only thing I ever did to this assailant was confront him while he sought the sanctuary of
his gang buddies and told him what I thought of knifing my tire. I had to brandish pepper spray
when they all raised their skateboards to attack me but didn’t have to use it. No blows were
traded, just a skateboard one of them threw over my head into a business wall as I left.
That was 20 years ago and long forgotten.
So, here we are, now, and the police arrived to have this couple, who also vandalized my signs,
arrested. Just then a man came up to us and said; “He’s not important.” meaning me who just
almost got his jaw broken. This man continued; “Someone down the boardwalk just sprayed some
mace. That’s more important.” And, secondly, no, it’s not more important.
The officers who came to make an arrest for me left on this man’s interruption. This stranger,
by the way, besides being anti me, was not a bum but sober as a, well, a police officer.
Now, already, the notion that the police might be involved with this attack on me, has a
curious point of reference and commonality regarding pepper spray, and the episode has
just happened. I believe the term for it is; “a nexus”.
If this was not just a coincidence then it would mean that this bum looking assailant and
this professional looking man discussed 20 year old information and now this man was, per-
haps, letting the Rumplestiltskin effect communicate to me what’s going on in a clandestine,
subliminal way for whatever mind games reasons the government has. Like a taunt. Kind
of like saying to me; “We know all about your history with this man and this is a sting.”
Also, how would he know about a crime a block away if he wasn’t informed on a police device?
Furthermore, this stranger seemed invested, emotionally, in my situation, more than was
appropriate and in a hostile way. Between being a bystander or a co-conspirator, the latter.
Otherwise it’s a most amazing coincidence. Especially if you knew about a few other
players who pick on my free speech there, have stolen my signs, etc., over the years.
While my arrest attempt was interupted by a man who seemed to disdain me the perps left.
Thirty or so minutes later another officer arrived too late to apprehend the two.
Two days later, when I saw the two and called police to arrest them, it took the police 45
minutes to arrive. The dispatcher must have deliberately lied to me when she tried to say I
gave the wrong address. As if to mock me. Or is there something obscure about “Horizon Street
at the Beach boardwalk at Venice Beach, a block west of Horizon and Speedway.”? I only told
her three times in three calls in 45 minutes time.
By the time officers Kwon and Juarez arrived the same woman began harassing me, again,
adding threats; ” We can have all four of your tires sliced. We know what you drive….We can
have you killed…”
In spite of all this the officers refused to make an arrest. They were very laid back, as were
the perps, like a friendly visit, no attempt to search them. No arrest. I was dumbfounded.
They told me if I want to make an arrest now that all three of us would be arrested. That
I should wait out the process. Apparently the two lied to fabricate a phony other story.
Subsequently everything seems like “through the looking glass” with the investigation.
Dozons of attemps over several hours of trying to contact the police went unanswered forcing
me to track down a sergeant with a priveledged number. He seemed to resent that I found it.
First it was detective Blocker – as in “to block my prosecution” – and, when I told him that I
wasn’t injured, he said; “Thank you.” as if I had just given him what he wanted. I discovered my
injury a week later. Then detective Dalzel, then Detective Gamboa, like musical chairs. Most of
my calls, 90%, went unreturned. When I actually met with officer Dalzel I showed him
the bulge at the base of my neck proving I was, not only struck, but harmed. That was on
April 29, ’14, before he submitted it to the City Attorney. I’d like to see if that note of
injury was left out. I am having no luck in seeing any report or getting defendant’s names
and even the other authorities are puzzled by the breakdown of normal proceedures.
Recently I told officer Ballerini that, if he is not punished, he will feel free to do more
and that, even if I beat him up, he’ll only resort to a weapon next and that if I have to
kill him to protect myself, since he has declared all out war, it will be because of their
failure to arrest him in the first place. He would not let me even finish my reasoning but
warned me about loose remarks like that.
I had to add that he may be part of a government plot to kill me and make it look like a street
crime. When I pointed out the remark the man made about arresting someone with mace,
even before I could explain why, his eyes lit up defensively and he told me that he was
offended by my insinuation.
To be truthfull, I hope he’s sincere and not a party to any of this, nor any of the department.
I know some of this sounds alarmist and slightly paranoid, but police abuse against my
activism has been well documented; See my site’s chapter; “Current Update” in the new devel-
opments page if you have any doubts.
L.A. is like a 20 cylinder engine running on 7, on a good day, frankly, and maybe justice
is overly plodding here but the two should have been arrested a month ago, including her
threats to kill me and to pop all my tires.
Now the police tell me to “Stay away from the area.” Bullshit. I’ll sue the city for ob-
structing free speech, first. For discrimination and fostering a dangerous environment.
No police terror plot will succeed in keeping my signs off the boardwalk. That’s what they want.
In the meantime, especially if this IS a police operation, I am in danger.
If I am found dead they may blame it on him and if he is found dead they may blame it on me.
I wonder if my assailant is even is aware of that possibility? The doublecross. That they
might kill him to frame me? Or vice/versa.
In my humble opinion, I think I am famous enough to guarantee that my death will break my story.
I went to the City Attorney’s office today, 5-7-’14 and left a note that if anything hap-
pens as a result of their delay I will excercise my right to sue the county for negligence and more.
Meanwhile, let me tell all of you that Nathan, the piano player, who seems to be in league
with my assailant, may even pay him to harass me, made a point of playing the Stone’s song;
“Play With Fire” both, right after I was attacked and, again, when I tried to arrest the
two days later, as if to threaten me with his song selection’s message.
Right after I was attacked another man tried to start a fight with me. The man who shares the
space next to the piano player. I think it was he who stole and garbaged my signs years ago.
I think Nathan needs to practice with a metronome if he ever wants to get beyond passing a
coffee can for his tips like a circus monkey. His rambling, out of time, style has a stupi-
fying effect on the area, I think. He could actually get a job if he’d learn to keep time.
Knowing Orwellian L.A.P.D. tactics he could even be an operative preventing free speech.
He lives there, people, No free speech allowed.
As for our Charles Manson criminal, even his eyes look like Charles Manson, askew, with
that same signature Manson crazed look. His actions; knifing my tire for not buying his
Mexican weed bag when I explained, up front, emphatically, and politely, before anything, that
I wouldn’t buy if it was Mexican weed, was a cowardly act. Blustering to fight me while hold-
ing my expensive guitar that I inherited from my doctor father, twice, was cowardly.
Using lies and subterfuge to avoid arrest, using his female accomplice to distract me while
he used a wig and disguise and prop mustache and goatee to suckerpunch me, using her to
make death threats and property threats, all that was cowardly. Pre meditatedly using her
presense as a ruse to insinuate I ever touched her, after, to excuse his attack was cowardly.
Most disgraceful, though, this man is the worlds worst kind of person; the kind who wants
to stop a hero from saving wretched mankind. A man as sick as Stephen King, for example.
A hater of all mankind bent on depriving it of the truth and dignity it really needs.
The jealous Judas of the L.A. region. Your enemy.
Meanwhile, where are all you douche bags on the matter? Get a clue, Lost Angeles. Your
Boardwalk is looking pretty riff raffy lately and your government killed John Lennon
on Jim Morrison’s birthday, you boot-licks. Jim Morrison used to live at Venice Beach.

Your police chief is Charlie Beck, I believe, and your City Attorney is (I don’t know). Your
mayor is Eric Garcetti. If you lack the spine to carry a sign and help me jail Stephen King
at least please notify your officials of my situation. Let them know you have my back.
Read my website and my chapter “DENIAL EQUALS CHILD ABUSE” on the New Devpts. page.
If you were a witness to the attack on 4-4-’14 my e-mail is lennonmurdertruth@Yahoo.com
Thank you, but do something, please. Oh, and McCartney is a washout, sellout. He won’t save
you. He actually endorsed me live, 4-1-’90, once. He knows I’m right, though. Just like you.
This assault on me has all but ended any friendly relationship with Paul, now, ever.
Bad karma has always followed my enemies. Now that four L.A.P.D. officers have died in a
month since the attack is ominous. Like God’s way of telling me; “Yes, Steve. This is a plot.”
When I find out Charles Manson’s real name I’ll remind the world of who their enemy is
when the whole world is listening. Etc., etc.. That he represent’s all of your jealousy.
Not because I am vengeful but because I must push back to keep future assaults in check. In
fact, it’s time I started suing people, even cities, for a change.
What are you going to do, people. Zip, Nada?
You see, it’s not so much that I am a hero. It really is a case of all of you being anti-heroes. Other-
wise you’d have marched me to the media and demanded disclosure, by now. For your sake.
(To be continued…..) See my site; www.lennonmurdertruth.com

P.S.
This comes with an up front I apologize for hurting anyone’s feelings if I’m mistaken, but, we
all saw the movie; “Serpico.” TV movies lately like “Sucker Punch” and “City of Industry” have
me thinking that there could be another reason involving drug lords and police in the Venice
Beach area where, well let me just ask you; How much a day in drugs moves through there?
30 K? I don’t know. But it’s loose and free and this perp seems to be openly still dealing drugs,
so I have to wonder if there might be some other kind of forces out there more prone than
others to be part of a plot against me.
The guys at the local station seem anything but crooked. I hope they’re as idealistic as me.
I just have to let my enemies know I’m no idiot, either.
The pot dispensaries I’m not too concerned about, except that any buys from the riff raff will
likely be the cheap stuff they can get, marked up.
If I’m not mistaken, the female accomplice of the man who assaulted me seemed like she was
on hard drugs the second time I saw her and her face all scratched up, besides.
My problem is with the police not arresting these criminals by now and exposing me to a
lawless environment.

May 09, update;
I returned, for the third time, to the site of the attack, both perps were on the grassy knoll
behind the piano player. I was wearing work gloves to protect my knuckles if a fight broke out
but the assailant spent most of his time taking off on his bike contacting his gang buddies
in the area. He used a cell phone from an employee at the pot dispensary office there.
I noticed a man in his late 20’s , early 30’s, about 200 pounds with dark brown hair and a beard
walk up to me with a sad, malevolent look in his eyes and I had to pivot to confront him as
he walked almost into me.
You see, cowardly U.S. public, this is what the U.S. government wants. Escalation. Me dead.
Regarding the assailant being friends with the pot dispensary, why not? There is no limit to
how much pot a patient can buy in a month. I know the system enough to know that one can go
to dozens of dispensaries in a month, buy up to two pounds of pot and become a drug dealer
using the pot dispensary system to fuel his operation.
I’m pretty sure the assailant was observed making a drug deal right next to the dispensary two
days after the assault before I called police. With the dispensary’s blessings, apparently.
I might start pointing out, on talk radio and my site, that this system must change.
It must become mandatory that no single patient can spend over $300. per month on pot. Period.
That’s enough to keep anyone stoned 24/7. There are no tracking systems for customer volume,
now. For the sake of the dispensaries, they should implement this system immediately to protect
their long term rights to operate, anyway.
The medical marijuana dispensaries are being abused by drug dealers all over America, literally
creating drug dealers who get the product to people without medical cards, padding shop profits.
A credit card system should check and cut off a users supply after $300. is spent in a month.
It should be the only method of payment allowed, that specific card, and if one’s situation re-
quires cash only, then this monthly amount must be tracked, as well, some other way.
This system will also help prevent the dispensaries from hiding income to avoid taxes.
Frankly, people, that the system is so wide open for abuse it’s as if everybody must be in
bed with the drug lords. Our criminal justice system knows about all these issues I’m discussing.
If the attack on me was just a low class drug dealer made violent from drugs then the dispens-
ary, if they supply him, helped make the attack possible by enabling him to remain there and
deal drugs with his steady supply. The police haven’t stopped him in 20 years, so far.
If there is a financially mutual relationship with the Venice drug lords and police and it includes
dispensary traffic, then my solution will also take a bite out of that kind of evil crime.
As for the possibility that the police are not in a plot with this assailant. I don’t believe it.
He even hangs out at the highest grassy knoll on the beach, like an undercover look out.
Meanwhile, I spent some 40 minutes hanging out at the caf� area with my two sided poster;
“LENNONMURDERTRUTH.COM” and “SATANIC PUBLIC STONEWALLING”

Ain’t it the truth, people? Ain’t it the truth?
I also added three messages to my van;”Chapman lie = child abuse” and “U.S. licking cover up
boot.” These two on the sides and, on the bumper; “Lying U.S. Saw No Trial”

Urgent Update!!!:

All along, something about this assailant has been bothering me. Not allowing me to rest
until I figured something out. Well, I think I know what’s been bothering me so much about this
particular attack; I think my assailant may already be a murderer. That he strikes me as being
that depraved.
I thought about exactly this aspect of the man 20 years ago when he knifed my tire for no rea-
son, suspecting, then, that he was the type who may have tortured animals as a child and may
be on the road to a violent criminal future.
I recall the energy he transmitted into that punch he threw. It screamed out loud: “Somebody
stop me. I am a sick man. Before I hurt someone. Somebody arrest me. I’m more than just
violent.”
I recall how the actress Rebecca Schaffer, who was shot at her home by a deranged man,
Bardo, I think, who was caught the next day a state away acting out his emotions in public draw-
ing attention to himself. Similarly, this assailant seems to be broadcasting his guilt over
some other matter to the world that screams out for attention.
For all I know he is in the drug dealing world and could possibly be linked to, perhaps, an
unsolved murder somewhere.
So here I come along, still exposing murderer Stephen King, and who pops out of the woodwork
but his same old terrorist begging me have him arrested. Why?! Is he afraid I’ll solve a murder
he may be responsible for? Do his gang buddies know all about it and is that why there are so
many antagonists against me?
The only other explanation I can think of is that he is part of a police operation to kill me
or that he is merely a rogue asshole the police are letting go because he is attacking ME
and that they have orders to leave me on my own since I’m exposing our government.
(After my first visit to Bangor, Maine, for example, I was told by an ambulence worker
that they had me on a list suggesting I get minimal response in the event I were harmed.)
Now, I will be passing out this alarming news all over Venice. Since his girlfriend threat-
ened to have me killed and my tires popped and since the assailant has already popped one
of my tires in the past, I am within my free speech rights and immune from any slander suit
he may want to file.
I minored in psychology in college and I have only met maybe five people in my life as evil
as I think my assailant here is. He may well already be a murderer that the police are letting
ride roughshod over me. I can’t leave that reasonable suspicion a secret from the public.
I know it sounds like trying to pin the tail on the donkey and I have no proof. Nevertheless,
I think big time evil is afoot here with my assailant.
The Los Angeles criminal system seems to have lost my controversial case as neither the
downtown or Van Nuys offices seem to have it as the detectives have told me.
I may well be out in front of the mayors office after I contact him about all of this with bill-
boards reading;
‘GARCETTI
ABETTING
MY MURDER;
SEE SITE;’
The other side revealing my website.
Meanwhile, I have a lot to say to all of you Los Angelinos;
Pull your air-heads out of the sand, please. You people are sleep-walking through life.
Does L.A. stand for “Lost Air-heads?”
You remind me of the lyrics to a song I once heard: “Deep in your beds, the truth is known;
You do not stand together. You stand alone.”
Get some class you apathetic boot-licks. I’m in danger and you’re worse than spectators.
As for Sir silent Paul, Lord deliver us from a world with milk toast, good for nothing super
celebrities, please. We need those types to be more fearless for everyone’s sake.
P.S. As for my credibility with pinning Lennon’s murder on Stephen King; I had no idea who
Stephen King was when I identified him as the man who got Lennon’s last autograph. I even
thought it was a phony name to hide his identity. I wish it were not so unbelievable a suspect.
As for our menace of Venice terrorist who tried to cause mayhem to my jaw and life, I am not
really pinning the tail on him, either. He, more than anyone in Venice, has come up to me and
identified himself as my biggest enemy, and why? Because I am exposing a murderer?
My instincts tell me you should all consider this local a person of interest in any unsolved
murder and to blame him and, or, the L.A.P.D. for any harm that might come to me, your hero.
As I already explained, in attacking me in such a violent manner, he has attacked all of the
world who needs the truth about John Lennon’s murder. He is a sociopathic criminal and anti
hero and he is not your friend. Though, at times, he seems normal, I know that he’s not.
This man, by the way, is about 5’9″ and 160 pounds, longish dark brown hair, fit, with a jut
jaw and thin lips and usually wears sunglasses. He’s about 45 and hangs out with his girlfriend
behind the piano player on a grassy knoll across from The Sidewalk Bar and Caf� at the
boardwalk.
L.A.’s system is asking me to wait weeks to get the assailant’s name. Can you believe it?

My thoughts on all of you;

I’ll cut to the chase, here; I’m so disgusted with all of you, as a people and as a species,
that I have voluntarily opted for celibacy, now, for over a decade.
That’s how unsexy I think all of you are. I used to be as horny as anyone else until I stripped
the phony mask off all of your faces and saw what remained; an apathetic, classless coward
on his and her knees sacrificing themselves and their children to the hell of covering up
the murder of John Lennon and all out of pure, ingrained fear of government, generally.
What a sad lot. I can’t even find anyone with the class enough to care about. You’re all polluted.
I know know more about life and your lives than you do and you all seem so boring. Com-
pared to how you all could be living under the truth you are all mad, weak, insane fools.
Fast forward to Venice Beach, California, 2014; Primarily a lot of stoned, marginally employed
poverty stricken homeless refugees looking for a place to blend together and create their
own community. The otherwise normally employed locals and tourists almost never hear rumb-
lings of social change on their boardwalk. Not like London with Hyde Park, for example. No, no
free speech is allowed at Venice Beach, whether by chance or police design. You DO hear the
ever present carnivalesque sound of one piano player who, literally spends, half of his
life there rambling away as fast as his fingers can go, it seems, playing various songs, almost
non stop. Not a very enlightening atmosphere for the single most trafficked spot on the beach.
It’s a shame. This piano player seems to be in cahoots with my terrorist at times in fact.
That the urine soaked sands and wafting of marijuana smoke doesn’t offend the locals seems bad
enough, but no free speech, just smaltz and vendors tables and drug selling on the beach and
ice cream and pizza and escapism, just that? It’s all very sad.
It’s shameful that all of you seem to tolerate low life, violence as par for the course.
George Harrison, after his first look at Haight Ashbury section of San Francisco during the
height of Hippy power, was similarly disenchanted by what he saw there. A lot of homeless drug
fiends and losers, not the spiritually progressive crowd he was expecting. Is it any wonder the
area couldn’t overpower the imposition of yuppy values that took over America, since?
I’m not embarrassed or ashamed that I find all of you untouchable, lately. I’m even grateful
that, at least, I am not a blind fool and political coward like all of you ARE. Like my adapted
lyrics to Working Class hero;
“…You think you’re so hip and you think you’re so cool
But you’re Stephen King’s cowardly, perverted fool
Making love under all of his drizzle and drool.”
The Peregrine falcon, one of natures most noble creatures, can’t breed in captivity, either.
Flies CAN, though. My expose is all about restoring the human decency and dignity you lost.
The real pay off for me will be a better people to live with if my magnificent expose finds
you people worthy of it’s fruits.
You’ll have to get brave and care about yourselves, first. Fuck your evil government.
The media won’t tell on itself, you know. You’ll actually have to carry signs and protest, first.
I recall how the Northridge earthquake occurred just hours after I first moved to L.A.. As if
to punish it for its sins over time, besides John Lennon’s murder. As if to cleanse it for my
arrival with the biggest news story in U.S. history. At least that’s how it felt, then.
Imagine that; me, pitying all of you for being fornicating phonies. Sad but true.
I’d rather live in a van and break my story than be like all of you. It’s a startling fact.
Prove who killed John Lennon with hard evidence or you are fools. There’s more to fear than
earthquakes. It was also I who witnessed a planet killer asteroid just miss us in 1966(?)
That you HAVE hard evidence has exposed your TRUE, pitiful state of consciousness.
Only you can change you. And you all must. Imagine all you people living under the truth.
You people ARE ugly, not sexy, where John Lennon’s murder is concerned.
Get smart, get sexy, get justice.

Additional notes;
A few days after the above was posted a man in his early 20’s killed himself and six others
near UCSB near Santa Barbara, injuring 13 others. Why? Because the world would not re-
spond to his needs for acceptance, approval, sex and losing his virginity.
Well, let’s see. When I was his age it seemed that all the best looking girls were attracted to
the biggest assholes they could find. I’m sure the world was partly to blame for his loss
in faith in humanity. The public IS irrational, ironic and tragic all at once. Normal is,
in reality, insane. You’re ALL whack.
In the same neighborhood not long ago another similar carnage occurred and that man was
also the son of a man in the movie industry. This new shooter’s father was co-director of
the “kill your fellow man to survive” series; “The Hunger Games”.
A young, good looking man in his early twenties, jilted by a maddening world, goes berserk.
About the same day a documentary aired with Woody Harrelson serving as the narrator. Woody
Harrelson, a bona fide friend of the public who has long been been a political activist.
He pointed out that a select elite have already admitted to controlling the masses via the
mass media. That these elite have decided that the masses are irrational and can’t be trust-
ed, as a group, to run wild and must be conditioned to be controlled.
The terms the elite used in determinining our fate is that we are a “bewildered herd” who
need to be controlled, subconsciously, by having our psychological needs met and by creating
a manufacturing of consent or, as I put it, a manufacturing of consensus. They give you
sports teams to root for to replace your need to belong to a tribe. They give you religion
to help you cope with life after death and your general fear of death, they give you plenty
of violence venting with all that crap you get on tv and they make sure you are physically
comfortable with central air and a soft bed and all the food, clothing and shelter you need.
After that they own you. Like Nixon said; “In the Soviet Union even the minds of it’s people
are property of the state.”
Nixon also writes that “fear” is what motivates people most, not love. The plot that let
Stephen King kill and replace John Lennon as our cultural influence was a fear plot to
make all of you afraid, generally. Our government terrorized us.
In the Beatle’s movie “Yellow Submarine” The “Blue Meanies” (police) were trying to
assassinate “Love” as if it were the state’s mortal enemy. Stephen King is a state terrorist
/ public enemy / evil asshole / assassin that they used to reverse Lennon’s influence.
Your evil U.S. government is now caught, red-handed, committing atrocities against you.
They hope you’ll bow down and roll over just because of your irrational fear of government.
They rely on their use of the media to cow you, control you and scare you.
It’s partly why you are confronted, nightly, with government uniformed actors shooting people
with guns, non stop, on tv. It’s how they terrorize you and keep you afraid. This summer,
so long as America is watching King’s; “Under The Dome” series, know that America is under a
terrorist attack on it’s people by it’s own evil, Orwellian government. Nightmarica. You may
not think that all three letter stations are the C.I.A.. The entire mass media is a government tool.
Now, let’s look at yourselves; You love the man who really murdered John Lennon, you let him
write novels and movies for your children and even CBS is giving him a prime time series;
Under The Dome”. You pretend you ever saw a trial for Chapman and look away from the truth.
Conversely, you hate me, the hero exposing what he did. You are all jealous of me and resent
having the truth foisted on you so awkwardly while you are in the throes of molesting your
children with the real murderer.
You are all sick as satan. You are tragic and self destructive. Anti-heroic and mad.
How did all of you become so sick? Well, the elite, in their efforts to mold you, screwed
you all up, mostly. They only meant to mold you for their benefit, not yours. They’re evil.
They wean you on violence with cartoons, right from the get go. Then they keep you sick.
Regarding the Lennon murder coverup the media pre-soaked you with the “Dallas” TV series.
“Who Shot J.R.?” was all the rage before the murder of J.L.. The media hyped it to the
hilt. Then Reagan replaced Carter, then the Iranian hostages, then Hinckley shot Reagan
(A story I’m convinced was an act to distract you from Chapman) and you were,
now, already three months late in demanding answers regarding Chapman’s 60 day psychiatric
evaluation. Lennon, The Pope and Anwar Sadat, all peace makers, were shot with the election
of Reagan. Reagan’s shooting probably WAS a Hollywood style hoax to change the subject and
point a finger away from himself as the cause of all these assassinations. To act like a victim.
Hinckley, right away, said that he shot Reagan over John Lennon’s murder; “When Lennon died
I died, you died, America died, the world died, everybody died…America is the land where
heroes are shot in the back…”
All so very, succinctly true. Too true not to be mind control. Hitting your subconscious.
Then, after over a year of distracting you away from Chapman with Hinckley, Hinckley was
found to be insane. Translation; anyone who ever thought Reagan killed Lennon must be insane.
You see? They fulfilled your need to lash out and suspect the government for Lennon’s murder
then smothered you with brainwash alleging any such notion must be hogwash. They’re good.
In the process, at the subconscious level, the government admitted guilt to dare to bring it up.
They also matched up pudgy Chapman with pudgy Hinckley to cement the confusion. Further-
more, both King and Chapman gained 20 pounds before the crime to blur their differences.
At the time of the murder Lennon was demonized as “The evil that had to be removed…” as
printed in The Enquirer. That was tame compared to some of the other insults to our sanity.
Before long you were all on all fours, toungues firmly licking the government media’s boots.
You all crossed that bridge, that moment of awareness; “They skipped Chapman’s trial. Wow!
They’re practically admitting they killed John. Everybody knows Nixon tried to deport him.”
But you learned to become phonies, en masse. A bunch of turn coat, boot licking cowards.
Didn’t all of you? That was the moment America died, in my opinion.
When books came out espousing that Chapman was in jail splashing the room with toilet water
yelling profanities you slurped it up like malted milks on a scorching summer day. Nevermind
that it was all an act, a make believe show to fool all of you. You didn’t care.
All you all really wanted was an excuse not to have to point your fingers at your government
for what they obviously did. Ever since your ancestors forked over their firstborn to the
government for slaughter you’ve been sick.
Who shot J.R. was solved on Thanksgiving but you were all too worn out, after, to solve
who shot J.L. which happened two weeks later.
Again, the government gave your busy minds plenty of opportunity to solve who shot J.R.
They knew you’d be worn out by the time it came to solving who shot John Lennon.
The fact that the news of Lennon’s murder interrupted Monday Night Football to inform you was
no accident, either. The media wanted to avoid assassination rumors and speculation by the
public and chose to brainwash you en masse, at once, and on the gridiron of sports violence.
The Howard Cosell angle cheapened the news as if he were yelling; “DOWN goes Frazier!”
“Down goes Lennon…” You see? The media made it seem like a sporting event as in the days
ofthe Roman Collossium slaughters for entertainment tapping into your sado/masochism.
(Howard Cosell, commenting about his announcer role in John Lennon’s murder remarked,
later;”It’s a sordid business.” Meaning the media. Larry King, after I nailed him, live, on a huge
talk radio show for knowingly brainwashing us with his Chapman interview remarked, after
Ronn Owen, the San Francisco host, tried to apologize for my rude call; “It’s O.K. Ronn. The
truth is all bound to come out, eventually, anyway.”
So there, disbelieving public. No one has ever heard Stephen King deny my claims, either.)
Chapman’s evaluation lapsed into over a year and all of us (me included) were wondering
how Hinckley replaced Chapman so thoroughly. It was then, behind closed doors, with no
media present, when we were told Chapman plead guilty two days before his scheduled trial.
Then, like a terrorist threat / admission of the government’s guilt, the story was buried
in the back section of the papers, just an insultingly small three by four inch clipping. Because
homo sapiens are weaklings and phonies, you all bought it hook, line and sink America.
So, look at you today; a nation of violent outbursts and mass shootings, almost monthly.
The ruling elite that made you so feeble and soft and sick are still insulting your sensi-
tivities with media violence every night, turning all of you into disfunctional, cowardly
douche bags. And, true to form, you timid blobs don’t seem to care or have any class at all.
The people of Maine, who know all about King, turned to heroin rather than expose him.
You all pretend I’m a whacko, similarly. You haven’t the stones to admit otherwise. It’s
way too much to absorb at once, that I am right and all of your lives are a hidious nightmare.
Like shock protects your body from physical pain your denial shields you from even begin-
ning to consider I might be right. You want to deny that you are a monster and a fool.
Deep down I believe most of you realize that I might just become bigger than The Beatles.
That I might get that baton and change history and become a super celebrity / hero.
It scares you to have to relinquish your desire to be your childrens hero and let me show
all of you parents the way. Especially since I live too dangerous a life to have kids, now.
Your foolish pride and shame and, I’ll say it, guilt, make you want to brand me as a whacko.
If you people were well enough to march me and my findings to the lying media you’d all
know that I am the hero you all desperately need.
Hero is a word the government would like to carve out of the dictionary.
By the way, without a folk hero to lead you, not a mind controlling media, you people are
just a bewildered herd of insanity. That’s why heroes are always killed; to keep you sick.
As a group, as a mass, you are truly satanic. That’s why I carry a sign that reads;
SATANIC PUBLIC STONEWALLING
It’s the back side to my website address.

P.S. Your APATHY turned me into a public bashing asshole. Before I knew all of you were
insane, in general, I was the most pleasant person on the block. Congratulations, phonies.
Bash your hero around long enough and that’s what you all get.
Lucky for you I was tough enough to stay in the game long enough to help you, anyway.

P.P.S.: What would you all sound like if you were honest?:

“Sorry, Steve, we were too jealous of you and afraid of our government to help you sooner.
We are Scarecrow, Tin Man and Cowardly Lion, deep inside, politically. Afraid of our rulers.
Please help us find the strength to help you. We are so very miserable since Lennon was
assassinated and we’re tired of living under the government’s gunbarrel and boot and being
poisoned by their lying media. Where would you like us to carry protest signs?”
That’s what you’d sound like, people.

Hey, I’m not alone in my dim view of modern society. In “The Magic Christian”, a Beatle’s
film starring Ringo Star, the movie ends with a bunch of adults jumping into a pool of urine
and feces and money. The commentary is that people will gladly jump into a pool of feces
and urine for some free money. Kind of sums up the whole money grubbing scene, truthfully.
That’s how I see all of you; flailing around in your insanity, covered in filth worshipping
false Gods and values, playing with your units (cellphones) and other distractions.
In a moment of complete sobriety it’s easy to see how 90% of your lives are ridiculous.
Vanity, instant gratification, laziness, phoniness, tinsel, junk food, junk media, junk
relationships, junk orgasms, junk happiness, junk jobs, junk media. Plastic, crap filler.
That’s most of your lives, really. I’m just the eyes wide open messenger with a better
program you all may or may not deserve.
I don’t see anyone picketing their poisonous media, though. You have to deserve truth.
Stop playing with your cell phones and get off your lazy asses, masses. PROTEST!

To be continued….

June 4, 2014 update;

A few weeks ago I distributed flyers about my assailant and spotted him on the grassy knoll
wearing what looked like a Nazi helmet in 90 degree weather. Is he afraid I’ll sucker punch
him back? The last time I saw him with a friends pit bull and the time before that a cane.
That’s why I don’t practice unwarranted violence. It’s no way to go through life.
This past Wednesday I, again, distributed flyers about my predicament, the suspects on the
knoll, again, only this time Nathan, the piano man, spoke up as I stood in the area, silent
with my signs. He said;
“Get the fuck out of here, asshole.”
I shot back;
“I will not get the fuck out of here, asshole.” in a quiet manner.
It got me to thinking; When I observed the film of the original incident I noticed that the
assailant, while pacing around me, turned to Nathan and held out his arms like; “Is that
what you wanted? I delivered.”
As if Nathan and he had discussed hitting me long before it happened. A conspiracy.
If this is just a group of low life beggars afraid I’ll diminish their tips with my signs
and THAT’S what’s behind their attack then all of Venice Beach should be ashamed.
In the first place, I think Nathan is not legitimately in it for the sake of music or he’d,
not only play his songs in proper time, but he’d make an occasional allowance for me to help
avenge the great musician, John Lennon. Instead he takes a hostile tack. Over what, a dollar
or two? He isn’t happy unless he squelches out all free speech in his restaurant area? He
has to hog the area like a man with an obsessive, compulsive disorder and literally take over
what should be a free speech zone every now and then.
I recall how my old tire slashing trespasser came popping out of the woodwork 20 years later
last May 23, 2013 when I made a mini speech to the restaurant crowd about how the piano man
seems unusually hostile to my attempts at free speech, to the point he could be a police
plant for all anyone knows.
This is what angered my assailant. That I was, perhaps, on to exactly the possibility Nathan
is encouraged to monopolize the sound in the area by the police. L.A.P.D. tactics in action
behind the curtain.
My future assailant tried to bait me into a fight then and there over something that didn’t
even concern him.
And then there was the The Rolling Stones song; Play With Fire that Nathan was playing
right after I was attacked and, again, while trying to make an arrest on the two suspects.
As if to send me a message.
I think Nathan may be either a small time musician jealous of any encroachers or he may be
exactly an L.A.P.D. plot against free speech in the busiest spot on the boardwalk. That both
he and my assailant might be part of a police plot. Even if they’re not, they’re assholes
to oppose my activism of avenging John Lennon and informing the U.S. public.
Whether the police are orchestrating these players or not, the fact that no arrest was made
puts them in a suspicious light. At the least they are selectively discriminating against
me and my rights to arrest an assailant who committed serious battery on me because I am
exposing the government.
I urge all of you to boycott Nathan, the piano player, just for going against the John Lennon
man, not to mention hogging the area like he does.

Thank you, Steve Lightfoot

VENICE BEACH, BEWARE THIS MAN;

This man, whose name I haven’t discovered yet, committed battery against me on April 4,
2014 hitting me as hard as he could with a left roundhouse to my right jaw. He tried to
break my jaw and even used his girlfriend and a disguise to sucker punch me. Had I not
been holding a valuable guitar at the time I don’t think he’d have even tried.
I outweigh him by almost 20 pounds but I’m going to charge him, legally, instead.
His girlfriend made property and death threats to me two days later when I tried to arrest
them. She vandalized my signs as well. (I’m the one protesting the coverup of John Lennon’s
murder with hard evidence against the government) They’re both, hopefully, being charged soon.
The police are not willing to make an arrest and may, indeed, be working with the two
in a sting to break my jaw, for example, and intimidate me from bringing my message to
Venice Beach boardwalk. It is a familiar routine lots of other police departments have resorted
to, once including being beaten unconscious while handcuffed in 1987. If these two are
not helping L.A.P.D. terrorize and possibly kill me then they are two criminals who belong
in jail for the sake of all your safety, not just mine. Anyone who is their friend can do better.
I have reason to believe they may be drug dealers and drug fiends and psychologically off.
Even if they are just criminals the police have been known to make deals with suspects.
The reason I’m passing around this flyer with a sketch of the assailant is because he is,
to my knowledge, a drug dealer at the beach who knifed a tire of mine 20 years ago because
I refused to buy his pot deal. I knew, then, that he was a sick and violent man.
I learned a lot from his blow to my head; I learned that he is suicidal and hates his own
life, that he is a desperately miserable person. More, I’ve come to the conclusion, based on
my own instincts, that this same man may well already be guilty of murder but hasn’t been
caught, yet. That he should be considered unusually dangerous and unbalanced.
It may sound like trying to pin the tail on the donkey, here, but they threatened to pop
my tires – something already done – and to have me killed. I think they’re both sick enough
to mean what they say and that he seems like a guilty murderer, spiritually, already.
I did solve John Lennon’s political assassination and I have better detective skills than
you may think and I wouldn’t say such an alarming thing about a local if I wasn’t sincere.
I’ve only met five people in my life as evil as I think this man is. You should all beware.
He is mid 40’s, 5’9″ 160 pounds, longish brown hair, jut jawed with thin lips and usually
wears shorts and sunglasses. Without his glasses even his eyes look like Manson’s.
She is average looking as can be in her 30’s and has light brown hair and she seemed en-
raged when she saw that I had repaired the sign she ripped, livid at my political cause.
I’m still not sure that the two aren’t part of a police sting to actually get me killed.
Anyone who would try to break my jaw is a society hating coward trying to protect evil and
punish society, at large, with the coverup. Even chief Beck is getting hit in traffic, lately,
(5-21-’14) while the department has lost several officers to death since I was attacked.
I’d hate to think this is a police sting to kill me like I’ve experienced, often, before.
I had to double back on their report to make sure that my neck injury was noted and photo-
graphed. (A small cist like lump) For three weeks there was no note that I was even injured.
I urge you all to read my website;
www.lennonmurdertruth.com
and visit the Footnotes and new development’s page and read the astonishing details sur-
rounding this whole thing. Read the latest chapters including Denial Equals Child Abuse and
help me come forward before I get killed.
This couple hang out behind the piano player at Sidewalk Cafe on the grassy knoll beneith
their beach umbrella. Nathan, the piano player, may or may not be involved as well. Another
man, present at the time, said things to indicate the assault might be a police sting.
Keep up with future developments on my website and keep me safe while the wheels of just-
ice grind, hopefully, to their arrests. Any info on the two reply; lennonmurdertruth@Yahoo.com

Thank you, Lennon murder evidence messenger; Steve Lightfoot

COWARDS WITHOUT CULTURE:

The above chapter is so necessary for all of you to understand, the part about media mind
control, that I will continue my observations on the same chapter to make sure you read it.
Right now I want to discuss American culture, your political environment and your role in it.
Let’s start with the American soldier from Idaho freed in a prisoner swap this June.
He is shown on a video lamenting our conduct as “not worth” all the killing on both sides.
He says that we are cruel and, instead of helping the Afghan people, we tell them how stupid
they are and kill many of them, needlessly.
Now our media is spinning webs to control you, the people, in how we respond to the story.
Did he desert? Was he seeking the Taliban? What about the men who died trying to find him,
are charges warranted? Etc., etc..
We won’t be hearing about whether or not he was neglected, deliberately, for deserting
and was only rescued when it became clear he was close to death. We won’t be hearing about
whether we are cruel and wrong in Afghanistan.
In my opinion America is afraid of the possibility that any anti materialistic culture exists
in this world and sees it as a threat to the corporate goals of world domination and control.
Our government and corporate empires see the middle eastern mind as a threat to a material-
istic dependant world and want to extinguish it before the folly of materialism and the slavery
to pay for it are seen in a more sobering light by the people of the world who may well be
swayed away from it, eventually, if only to stop the rise in global temperatures. Big Oil
is in it’s death throes and knows it and wants to stay on the front burner as long as it’s
possible to fool all of you into buying their media mouthpiece’s statanic propaganda.
The government, the military industrial complex, is terrified that money and “things” will
be kicked to the curb for the sake of our own humanity and liberation, perhaps in their life-
time, and rely on the mass media to keep you enslaved and on that treadmill no matter how
oppressed and miserable you may be on it.
Of course our corporations want the lithium, gold and copper in Afghanistan and real estate.
I’m here to say, as a doctor’s son who had a comfortable childhood, that the America I used
to know is unrecognizable from the America of today and it’s time for us all to review the
situation and see what’s really going on.
All major, top tier corporations force all of you to pay their taxes. They hire politicians
and lobbyists to let them skirt tax laws and shuffle assets to the point that they even
make a profit on their tax liabilities.
The disparity between super rich and average incomes has probably quadrupled in 40 years.
In the 1960’s one paycheck paid for more than two paychecks pay for today. It’s a fact.
Nixon’s adminstration, under the banner of “Women’s liberation”, enslaved the women of Amer-
ica by putting them to work. After enough of them were in the tent everything doubled in
price forcing them to remain at work. Not liberated, but enslaved, unecessarilly, illegit-
imately. Not for financial but for for political purposes. You all don’t seem to even mind
that you were tricked. You, in fact, seem to revel in your new found short rope around your
necks, no longer able to relax in the afternoon examining the news events of the day.
Suddenly nobody is at the home front minding the store because you are enslaved elsewhere.
You don’t seem to mind that strangers in day care facilities have become your children’s
real parents while you’re all wed to your jobs.
You watch as babies pop out with new kinds of problems that never used to be like autism.
You witness your children turning on their classmates with mass shootings and the constant
diet of murder and, especially, gun violence that fills their formative minds.
You witness your culture descending to all time lows with singing and dancing contests
to see if America can muscle out even one celebrity half as good as the John Lennon we all
killed with our apathy and silence. Instead we are seen by the watching world as a bunch
of self obsessed wanna be’s who’s dreams are empty and phony to begin with even if fame
were to come your way. The celebrities of today are more eye candy than anything else.
I can’t help but get the feeling that our enemies have commandeered our media and are poison-
ing all of you with anti-intellectualism and nonsense and want to dumb all of you down. That
they are so intent on taking away our guns that they force feed you a truckload of it every
night hoping you’ll eventually gag on it. Or haven’t you slaves even noticed?
The sado masochism that is foisted on all of you every day and night has harmed you all.
To become a network news anchorman or woman is to become a satanic tool against the peo-
ple today. There is so much varnish and bullshit and perfume attached to it’s role that anyone
with a shred of decency and dignity would opt for the sidelines instead of taking the job
that crosses ones hands with silver like that of a Judas. A nation of uncaring sellouts.
I recall hearing the late Peter Jennings, from Canada, admit that he studied for his job
in then Soviet Russia. So it’s not like they don’t know they’re there to snowjob all of you.
The whole face of the nation is that of a phony where the phoniest make the most money.
Even Kevin O’leary of “Sharktank” admits that our system is designed to take away our money.
America IS a country of prescriptions, booze, drugs, cheating, lying, stealing, child molest-
ing, pollution, noise, congestion, traffic, violence, depression, fear, lies and slavery.
You’ve all become so unsexy, lately. I wince at the thought of all of you reproducing.

“Keep you doped with your paycheck, sports, sex and tv
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
Sucking Stephen King’s penis as far as I can see….”

Get out from under the dome you dummies.

NEWS FLASH! VENICE BEACH:

Nathan, the piano player at the Sidewalk Cafe on the Venice Beach Boardwalk, the one who
practically lives there, and a known drug dealer who hangs out near him on the grassy knoll
and his girlfriend are giving Venice beach a bad name. Namely, with the possible exception of
Nathan, these people are your enemies where your right to know is concerned. At least two of
them either committed assault and battery or property vandalism against me and the female
also made death threats and property threats to me days later when I tried to arrest them.
Nathan seems to be involved but I can’t be sure.
These people should be run out of Venice Beach, entirely, if you people are not, yourselves,
guilty of attacking the John Lennon murder evidence messenger.
In fact, you may all be against the truth about Lennon’s murder coming out yourselves.
As the man with the copyrights to the biggest news story in U.S. history I may be famous
enough to either drastically raise or lower your property values someday with a small remark.
Certainly I can make or break your reputation as a city, Los Angeles. No one will be as famous.
As it stands I may be able to destroy Eric Garcetti’s political career if his police don’t
allow me to make a citizens arrest on my attackers. So far the police won’t help me and may
be in cahoots with the whole attempt to break my jaw in the first place.
The question is; are you people on my side or are you boot-licking cowards like my enemies?
Believe it or not, all of you are already cowards who let Chapman skip his trial and you
seem to be cowardly boot-licking slobs already, letting the real killer molest your children.
At one level many of you want to go “Ohhh! How cute. He thinks so much of our right to
know the truth about John Lennon’s murder that he’s willing to get practically killed
every now and then for our benefit. Our hero.”
At another level many of you want to go; “It’s about time that loudmouth got hit, hard in the
head. Who does he think he is, anyway, going after after our government in Lennon’s murder?’
Somewhere between the two you may lie. Or, horrifyingly, you may not register a thought at
all. You’re part of the proplem if you’re not DOING something about the subject, regardless.
I’m the one with the van and website; www.lennonmurdertruth.com which, not only proves that
Nixon and Reagan arranged for horror writer Stephen King to actually pull the trigger on
John Lennon, Chapman being but a look-alike decoy, but lays bare all of phony society.
In case you’ve not received earlier flyers about my getting assaulted in front of Sidewalk
Cafe at the Venice beach Boardwalk last April 4th let me catch you up to speed, starting
from the beginning almost 20 years ago;
When I used to get my pot from the street I asked a man on the beach for some if he knew
where I could get the good stuff, not Mexican. He came back with Mexican and I turned it down.
He warned “..I’ll do what I have to do.” upon our parting. I discovered my van’s tire
slashed a few minutes later. I confronted him among his gang buddies and told him what I
thought of his act. At one point I brandished pepper spray when the gang raised their skate-
boards to attack me but did not have to deploy. No blows were exchanged, just a stakeboard
one of them threw into a wall over my head as I left. That was almost 20 years ago.
Fast forward to May 23, 2013 in front of Sidewalk Cafe. Nathan, the piano player who seems
to live at that spot, interupts me for the umteenth time, usually five minutes after I set up
my signs and start playing my guitar. It happens so often it’s as if the police pay him
to stay there and keep my message away.
I only go there 10 times a year and he’s always starting up his piano noise right after I
try to get the community’s attention with my cause. Any real musician would be gracious and
not interfere with my cause, continuously, like he does. He’s also out of time with his piano
playing caring only about the tips, it seems.
So on May 23, 2013 I spoke out to let people know that Nathan could be an L.A.P.D. plot to
shut me and my free speech down.
Out from the woodwork pops the man who popped my tire decades ago trying to start a fight
with me. I wondered, way back then, was HE a cop to pop my tire for no reason. Now I won-
dered were they a tag team in a conspiracy against me. Police conspiracy or just the two of
them. As soon as I put my expensive classical guitar away and returned the man trying to
start a fight was gone. I opined to the crowd he may be L.A.P.D. trying to break my guitar.
I’ve only seen this character twice in my life, don’t know who he is, but he’s evil.
Fast forward to April 4, 2014; I arrive at 11:35 and start up before Nathan arrives. Like
clockwork, he’s playing over me after about 10 minutes. I stop for three songs and then
start up again, very softly, since Nathan won’t relent and a man approaches me and says
something about my being in a space that belongs to someone else. A woman joins him with
the same argument. I reply to them both that if that peson comes I’ll leave. She persists
to the point that I calmly tell her; “If I have to see about regulating this area I will.”
Just then this former tire slasher/ agent provocature arrives wearing a disguise, a wig and goat-
ee and mustache and walks right up to me and says; “What did you say.” I calmly repeated
what I told the woman, that I may look into regulating these spaces, when he swung a hard
left roundhouse to my jaw trying to break it.
I come from sturdy stock and wear 13 1/2 size shoes and I barely flinched it seemed.
I was hit with a lot of velocity but, fortunately, he only weighs about 160 pounds.
I was holding my valuable guitar and did not see it coming. I yelled out for someone to call
9-11 but nobody did. It was if the restaurant waiters were on the assailant’s side.
After all, I do have signs that read; “SATANIC PUBLIC STONEWALLING” to accompany my
website address. That’s what I do there, confront society with their coverup. My singing and
guitar work are up to snuf and I choose that method with signs rather than just speaking.
It was a show of a corrupt local community in action. Caught siding with Barabas, with evil.
The woman who approached me was now ripping one of my signs. I tried to grab it when the
assailant yelled something about my touching his girlfriend. It was a cowardly ruse he was
trying to interject to excuse his attack, that seemed to require more planning than he seem-
ed capable of, making me wonder was he the police.
By now I recognized him as the man from the year before. I ran to the restaurant with my
guitar and sign and the woman began throwing my other sign over her head towards me.
As soon as I put my guitar down the assailant retreated, as did she.
Meanwhile, another vendor, Mike, I believe, a black man who may be the one who stole my
signs a year earlier, came up to me and said; “Maybe I wan’t to fight you.” He walked right
up to me, sized me up and, wisely, thought otherwise. I made a brief speech to the crowd ex-
pressing my dismay at their apathy.
I went to my van and called 9-11. Fifteen or so minutes later, when an officer arrives, a
man, professional looking, interupts him to get him to respond to a pepper spray incident
down the boardwalk, saying; “He’s not important (meaning me) Someone sprayed mace down
the boardwalk. That’s more important.”
Amazingly, the officer left and I had to wait almost an hour before another officer arrived
to make a report.
The reference to pepper spray by this man who seemed like a plaincloths police officer
rang conspiracy bells, right away, as if he knew all about me, this attacker and 20 years ago.
He also seemed emotionally invested in my situation, in a bad way. Very suspicious. Especial-
ly since I’ve endured numerous police stings in my past already including brutal beatings.
Nathan, the piano player, who the assailant appealed to for recognition seconds after he
hit me, began playing the Rolling Stone’s song; “Play With Fire” as if to communicate a
message to me.
When an officer did arrive the suspects were long gone. I filed a report. Two days later
when I saw the two and called police to make an arrest it took 45 minutes for anyone to
arrive. Meanwhile the same woman, her face now all scratched up, came over to me to make
death threats; “We can have you killed…we can pop all your tires…we know what you drive…
I’ll bet you won’t be coming around here anymore.” I replied; “I think you’re going to jail.”
Officers Kwon and Juarez finally arrive and try to stall any arrest. Then they confront
the two as if they already all know each other and are having a pleasant chat. No arrest is
made and I’m told that if I arrest them they will arrest me and that I should wait for the
process to play itself out. At the same time Nathan is, again, playing “Play With Fire” .
I’m confused and learn that all the detectives on my case are unwilling to return my calls or
help me except when officer Dalzel asked me to make a visual I.D. on the suspects. Though
I showed him a newly discovered lump on the back of my neck from the attack he failed to
list this new news in the report until weeks later when I asked him to photograph the injury.
Trying to track down records in L.A. is like playing a game of hide and seek I learned and
I am now spending time searching for a lawyer to help me.
The police have sent me a message; “We’re not going to give you your right to arrest the
one who committed battery against you or the one who made death threats. You’re exposing
the U.S. government and you’re in evil L.A., now.” They answer to Mayor Garcetti. And if
you don’t think big city police departments don’t do things like help politicians kill people
like Robert Kennedy, please wake up.
So, are you people all evil like my enemies? Are you the reason your city is so corrupt?
Prove it and break my story before I get killed. You should not tolerate anyone who attacks
America’s evidence hero. That Lennon was killed on Jim Morrison’s birthday may not mean
anything to you but, if you have a shred of any class, all of you will come to my rescue and
run my and your enemies out of L.A..
While I’m lawyer searching I need all of you to give a God damn about your messenger.
My neck was injured and maybe a tooth. The police are hoping, apparently, that I’ll avenge
things myself and try to punish the asshole who hit me. The cowardly asshole who wouldn’t
stand a chance in a real fight with me. That’s what the government wants me to do.
It’s as if my attacker knows the police are on his side and that’s what should bother all of you.
You people have a duty to help me expose John Lennon’s murder. Or are you all cowards, too?

(To be continued….)