Me on golf technique – part 2


By Steve Lightfoot

Copyright c 2015

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(Boy, do I repeat myself a hundred times below. it’s just a rough draft.)


(To begin with, only 20 % of what is below will make it to print. I have to feel my wat around what to say)

I never made the tour, though I tried in earnest to become the world’s greatest golfer once upon a time. Why settle for second best? Why not live life to the fullest? Well, a shorter left leg than right and personal things that came along got in the way of all that but never my interest for discovering the secrets of the golf swing. My best year was 1978(?), I think. I was in third place with five holes to go to easily qualify for my first attempt at the U.S. Amateur. I had just found out that I was even in contention at one under through 31 holes. There were seven spots for 107 players as I recall. It was a pretty large crowd of people that suddenly appeared out of nowhere to watch me, as it turned out, that informed me of my place. I was attracting a crowd and it spooked me. I had no idea I was in contention and the sudden fame surprised me. I hobbled home needing a 25 footer on the last hole to get in but it missed on the left lip and I had to settle for winning the alternate spot in a playoff on the first extra hole with par. One stroke away from being IN the U.S. Amateur my first try, though.

What is more amazing is the fact that, several months prior to that decent showing, I was hardly close to being anywhere near contention placing second to last in the Southern Amateur, my first, ever, event outside of high school and college golf. What made the difference in just a few months span in between was a book by a 1940’s instructor named Alex Morrison. His book; A New Way To Better Golf, really opened up my game having learned the art of using the back and shoulder muscles to get the job done. It showed me that a book CAN make a difference and I have read enough of them – many dozens – to know that Morrison’s book was a cut above and that some ideas are better than others. Jack Nicklaus’s book; Golf My Way was vital as well. Then, again, he was and always has been my golf hero.

In 1978 I saw a golfer named Bobby Clampett who was at the top of the amateur world winning about half of everything he entered. It was during the Eastern Amateur on the practice tee and I saw what I thought was the best golf swing on the planet and of all time. Bobby was a spindly 140 pounder with a graceful slow back swing, a pause at the top, and a downswing that seemed to scream perpetual motion. The positions seemed from another planet and more perfect than I thought were possible. 300 yard drives so precise and predictable that his fore caddy was catching the ball on the first bounce, every time. In our discussion, after, he told me he was reading Nicklaus’s book; Golf My Way at the time and that he learned his swing technique in Carmel, California from a teacher named Ben Doyle and a book titled The Golfing Machine. That’s all I needed to move there right away and become the first of what would become a line of converts to learn this amazing technique. Ben was among America’s top 100 teachers for many years. More scientific than anything, it detailed the WHAT a golf swing is and all it’s many parts and their variations. It was based on law and physics and about two dozen principles to manage and I was as lost as most grasping only half of it all. Some of it must have rubbed off as I have been called out for having a Clampettesque swing, often, since, by others. That’s fine with me. Ben Doyle became one of my closest friends over the three years I spent there, too. A special soul who has regrettably passed away several years ago.

In 1982 I stumbled onto, let’s just say, the biggest political expose in America’s history and it took over my life, completely. So big a truth the world is still only just “getting it” as, lately, I have been getting radio interviews and such locally and the story is finally, slowly, breaking. I won’t say what it is but let’s hope I emerge alive on the other side someday. I am blossoming as a world class singer, of all things, getting ready for the spotlight when it does. Meanwhile I think I have finally learned enough about the swing to help others enjoy the game and make a difference in the game. I think I have a very good eye for the swing and what works.

This book is intended for all golfers but especially for the ones who want to play golf professionally. I would hope that tour pros would benefit from it as it represents all that I have learned from wanting to BE the world’s best golfer once upon a time. This, in conjunction with my penchant for innovation and invention and problem solving and my detective gene, should offer a new angle on the subject that has eluded mankind for centuries.


Before getting too technical and detailed let me just say this. After achieving the proper stance and grip you start the swing coiling from the shoulders mostly, – from the top, down – as they coil to the top position resisting somewhat with the lower body and then you uncoil from the lower body, up, in an opposite fashion, the lower body leading the uncoil. This tightens the body in the transition zone and sets up a reactive release of the swing. There is some necessary hinging of the wrists in both directions on either side of the ball, the right elbow digging into your side ahead of the hands going down, the left elbow digging into your other side past impact, but the body pivot and coil and uncoil is paramount to the rest. There is also the fact that a shifting of weight back and forth beneath a steady head, mostly with the hips and legs, is necessary as well as a vertical up and down force like ringing a bell at the fair with an overhead downward strike. Golf is a little like all of these things combined. Proper path – inside to square – of the arms and club is vital for accuracy and consistency. You want to swing the club head from the ball target line to the foot target line back to the top and from the foot line to the ball line and back to the foot line going down and through. You don’t want to swing straight back and forth because that would throw you off balance and you’d be out of position with your body mass.. Because you have a center of mass you have to accommodate the swing around that center of mass and that requires an inside to square configuration. An arc of the club head that travels from the ball target line to the foot target line and back again. This does not mean that you can’t think in terms of a straight back and forth path to get the job done. The tilted plane you swing the club on is actually linear, straight. This tilted plane goes from the ball target line to below your head and beyond. This accounts for the inside to square appearance your club rides on. You have to swing all your levers of arms and club around a fixed axis located just below your neck near the top of your body. This requires a circular path around that hub. You want to deliver the club to the ball from your center of gravity – your foot target line where you mass is located – and so it must arrive at the top position above your feet and shoulders. From there you swing the club head out to the ball target line – inside to square – and then back to the foot target line at the finish. This way you have your body mass to exert power with. You also want to make sure that whenever the club shaft is parallel to the ground that it is aiming at the target itself. One third back, the top, half way to the ball down and half way past impact. If you can do this – swing the shaft along the target line – accuracy will follow. The club head will right itself automatically if you have the correct grip. Worry more about the shaft geometry than the head for accuracy.

You want a large clubhead arc versus a cramped arc. You want to extend the arms and keep the left arm relatively straight until well after impact. This may seem to add to the complications at first but the reverse is the case with practice. God hates a coward, so reasonably grab all the volume you can and trust it.

The best way to get proper weight shifting is to have most of your weight off your front foot at the top position and to have most of your weight off your back foot at impact.  You want to put a little air under your front foot’s heel a the top and a little air under your back foot’s heel before impact. Some prefer to keep the front foot’s heel grounded at the top but the weight should be off of it, regardless. It’s the hips and legs that move the body mass towards the target going forward while the head and upper body stay back until the follow through.

As for the vertical, versus back and forth force, you want to feel like you’re dropping enormous weight down on top of the ball from the top as well. The coil back lifts and cocks the club up above your shoulders. Then, while uncoiling, you drop it hard onto the ball hitting down and out allowing the club to un cock pass your hands through impact. Centrifugal force involves a fluid, ever changing positioning your mass just ahead of opposite of the weight you are swinging at all times. As mentioned above there is a back and forth weight shift away from and towards the target. There is also an up and down shifting. Both the up and down and side to side shifting is explained by the act of swinging a weight on a string. Your fingers make a tiny circle within the circle always tugging just ahead of the opposite position of the weighed object. That’s what keeps the string taught. That tugging and positioning of the fingers. In a swing, for example, as you start down, your weight wants to drop straight down at first. Like the famous Sam Snead “squat”. To me it looks like a man jumping out of an airplane. Straight down and opposite the straight up position of the club. Later, in mid downswing, the club head and shaft positioned opposite the target, the body posture suggests a weight shift TO the target, the hips and legs tugging target wards. At impact, the club now at the bottom of the swing, the body posture includes a pushing upwards against the ground AWAY from the bottom and up to the sky. After impact the body posture seems to want to tug away from the target against the target ward swinging of the club. The reason I suggest this tugging is just AHEAD of the opposite position of the weighted object has to do with dynamic versus static action. Like a football quarterback who leads his receiver in anticipation of where he will be to catch the ball. So there is a constant, ever changing, fluid, even circular, weight shifting involved in golf that ONLY I have pointed out.

Tempo. You want to start out smoothly and apply the speed mostly during and after impact, the speed gradually increasing from start to finish with no hiccups in between. If you snatch or jerk the club away from address you will compromise your body’s ability to coil properly. Start smooth in a one piece fashion and build speed from there especially at impact and beyond impact.

Similarly, in putting, you always want to accelerate the club into the ball, and not decelerate. Save your speed for impact and beyond. Also, as in a full swing, you want to let the shoulders swing the putter versus a hands and arm controlled motion.

That’s it in a nut shell. Not easy, but not too hard, either.

Since golf is more mental than most sports, starting from a stopped position instead of a fluid, in motion position, you have to trigger body actions mentally. In applying this book you have to piece meal things together on the practice tee and achieve success in one area before moving on to the next and so forth until one piece at a time has been mastered. Like tuning a car there are lots of areas that need constant attention. For example. I may have most of my swing parts in order but now want to refine my weight shift and coil to the top. Lately I am experimenting with only a casual move early in my backswing and amplifying the amount of coil late in the backswing. Mike Austin, a power hitter from the 40’s, swung this way to great effect. Many pros today start the deep coiling right away, the left shoulder going under the chin early in the backswing. Tiger’s left shoulder goes straight back  and under right away, for example. I am experimenting to see which works best for my body and mind type. l like the advantage of balance and relaxation in starting my swing this way for now. It also sets up a reactive transition zone forcing me to have speed with my lower body there to get ahead of my upper body as my now speeding shoulders are going to automatically rebound from so late and deep a coiling motion. I may change if it doesn’t work out as planned and go back to an early sharp coil of the body right away. The point is you can only work on one or maybe two or three aspects at a time. One’s body type and mental type and even personality type has a big role in which exact method you choose. Find a pro with your body type, at least, to emulate rather than a pro whose shoulders or legs are not in proportion to yours. Tempo is somewhat of a personality issue. Some people are just naturally inclined to a faster pace than others. You have to find your sweet spot zone in this regard. A downswing should be the speed of gravity is my golden rule. Like dropping a ball from above your head to the ground. Regardless, the start of the backswing should be somewhat deliberate and smooth. Forward impact speed and beyond is what counts.

The Core Driven Golf Swing; Catchy title but what does it mean? To begin with, no one body part, properly utilized, will register into success and make all the other body parts fall into place. There is, however, a best body part to orchestrate a swing with. Most beginner swings begin with arm and club movement ahead of body coil. The shoulders coil in response to the stress put on them from the swinging arms and club. A lot of other sports rely on the arm movement to dictate body pivot. In golf there is a more balanced sharing of hands and arms versus body pivot. That’s why a “one piece” move back has been taught for centuries. To get the two to work together. Like the sun being at the center of our universe, the coiling and uncoiling of the torso, the largest body part of all, leading all other action, is the optimum way to wield a club against a golf ball. Like learning how turning a door knob clockwise and counter clockwise opens a door, the door knob being your shoulders, so is a swing almost as simple as that. There is a need to hinge the wrists at some point to the top to cock the wrists and send centrifugal force up instead of away from the target to prevent swaying of the body back. Similarly there is a need to increase this wrist cock staring down to allow your hips to pick up the slack as they shift into position target wards. Mind focus makes sure that the coiling and uncoiling of the torso precedes all else. A learning of how to USE your torso in the first place. Jack Nicklaus, before he ever swung a club at the practice tee, always put a club behind his back between his elbows and coiled and uncoiled training his core to perform correctly before he worked on anything else. The club ends would rotate around and point to the ball on both sides of it. This is correct geometry. THIS drill activates the core above all else. When the core leads a swing the most noticeable difference is the depth OF your coil and how there is only one path back to the ball; the way it went back, everything is so tapped out to it’s limit. Whether you gather your shoulder coil early or late in the backswing, you want to tap out your shoulder coil so there is only one way back to the ball. (Half and three quarter swings excluded.) Keeping your arms extended aids in this process. Adding power now becomes secondary to getting your club to catch up to and pass your hands during the strike. Because your largest body part has been fully utilized the power flows effortlessly. You can now focus, instead, on the finer details of your delivery. I, for example, when first learning this, found that just imagining a shaft angle that finds the club passing my hands after impact was all I needed to think about to get fantastic results. Swing thoughts always vary depending on your needs but power is already taken care of if you tap out your shoulder coil to the top and extend the arms and club. I have found that a deliberate, smooth pace works better than a flighty, fast pace in the core driven method.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I used to think the center of this rotation and center of gravity was at the base of the neck but it’s not. It’s a little lower and at the center of the upper torso. Like the peg a 78 record sits on on a phonograph, parallel to your spine, your swing’s motor activities emanate from mind focus there. It’s really just a cracking “open” of the body there going back – shoulders coiling ahead of the lower body – and a return opposite closing of the body going the other way – the lower body now leading the upper body – compressing the two actions into force. In other words, you retain the differential between hips and shoulders you made going to the top well into the downswing, the lower body uncoiling first. Instead of thinking of myriad other body parts all activity is controlled as if from that center of your body / club mass. Like turning a fixed door knob in two separate directions. Like the agitator paddles inside an upright washing machine. Just add weight shift, proper club and arm path, tempo and timing. .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             A golf swing is also a combination of upper body action versus lower body action. The upper body coils and moves weight away from the target just by relocating the shoulders, arms and club mass back while the lower body moves weight – legs and hips – towards the target, even simultaneously, in the transition.. As the upper body coils to the top the lower body wants to apply resistance to that so that every vertebra of the spine has a chance to coil from the top down, first, before the hips are allowed to also coil. This allows you to fully tap out your body and avoid a sloppy, loose coil. Going down, your last thought being a final crank back with your shoulders, your lower body unwinds ahead of the upper body  shifting target wards tightening the resistance all the more, compressing the swing. It is also the lower body that transfers body mass and weight to the target while the upper body stays put letting the club and arms move centrifugally, instead.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  I, once upon a time, actually thought that the hands were the master brain of a swing. That their needs triggered body responses. That hand action dictated body pivot. The author of a book I studied under “The Golfing Machine” even felt this way. My teacher, Ben Doyle differed with Homer Kelly in this one respect. Correctly so, too. Too much hands equals too little body action. Most people overuse their hands and arms at the expense of proper coiling and uncoiling of the body’s core; the trunk the shoulders and hips and legs, and proper weight shifting. This book compensates for this by emphasizing the core section of your body (Shoulders to feet, but mostly shoulders.) because more body parts do fall into place than not with the mind focusing on it than other body parts. It is, in fact, when one consciously applies his hands and arms before impact that things go out of kilter. Until impact the arms and hands just provide arc, extension, get into delivery positions, grip and align all the angles related to the shoulders hands and club. Near the impact zone it’s all guns blazing, however. Then the hands really DO get involved, but not until then. Your swing emanates from the center of your body mass. Like a pebble tossed in a body of water, the innermost ripples dictate the rest of the ripples. Put your mental focus at the very center of all the action, that imaginary spine parallel peg inside the upper rib cage and it’s simple opening and closing determining all the other actions. Like the workings of an intricately integrated time piece all connected to this master gear. Start your swing and control it from there  It is the “Sun” of the body’s universe. Trevino described the swing as the tree trunk swinging the branches, not vice, versa. It’s a concept as foreign as a bird making it’s first flight from the nest. But it works.

Initiating all motion with torso coil and uncoil rather than following the lead of the arms and club and hands to achieve coil. Think of a carousel’s circular top dangling vertical objects from strings. As the top gently starts to revolve the dangling objects sway and then move with it. That is the feeling to strive for in your takeaway. and start down. The coil and uncoil should lead the arms and club back and down, not voce versa. This produces such a deep, tapped out coil that just getting the club to un cock in time and pass the hands during the strike is all you, seemingly, have to worry about, later. That and being on the proper path with the arms and club..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 A bit more, if I may, about this second “secret’ to golf. It is this; To swing like a pro you have to resist the urge to hit the ball with your arms and hands – at all – UNTIL nearing impact, itself. Until nearing impact the only thought you should have is retaining whatever angles you have made to that point  During the strike, itself. Then the club releases and rotates over itself, end over end, the club passing the hands. Like pulling BACK on a bow string until impact and THEN you let go. AT impact. (Putting included, by the way.) Meanwhile you must collect as much coil and depth as you comfortably can while maintaining a tension free feeling and let your large body muscles do the work. These two principles, combined; a large, deep, tension free coil with a large club head arc with passive hands and arms until impact and then allowing and end over end release – head over handle – past the ball.. You will find that your body CORE compensates and torques and rotates and ratchets more vigorously through the strike to offset the lack of “hit” in your hands until impact. Your body is being forced into action. It is helping to pull your hands, arms and club through. It may feel as though the club is still cocked during the hit even though centrifugal force has opened it up to the ball.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   In a correct swing the shoulders and hips create a differential between the two that is implemented to create force and torque. Storing and releasing that torque. Creating and then maintaining that differential until late in the down swing. You want to hold onto your shoulder coil and wrist cock going down as the lower body leads and starts to unwind, for example. The innermost part of the body and it’s workings that is often overlooked. What is often overlooked in a swing is how the spine, the shoulders, wind and unwind like a propeller shaft from the feet to the shoulders, especially during the strike and follow through. If you watch the pros on television it’s as if their club head is in synch with their shoulder rotation. They both go, like a propeller, together. Comparted to hand action the shoulders are more animated, by far. This coiling and uncoiling action accompanied with a neutral to back foot to front foot weight shift that is punctuated during the strike. Turning your upper torso, left arm and club away from the target to the top position – aiming your back to the target – rather than thoughts about your hands, for example, is what works. My basic technique is not unlike the ‘Gravity Golf’ method taught by Dennis Lee. That is, a large club head arc, the deep coiling and uncoiling of the larger body muscles and shifting of weight back and forth providing the power source. All under a steady head. The most efficient way to swing. Jack Nicklaus, Sam Snead and countless other graceful swingers of the club have used the same method.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The harder part of a swing is the exact path and configuration your club and arms make with the shoulders. In so many ways one has to swing a club sideways at a ball at ground level to play golf versus an axe chopping up and down motion. To make matters more complicated it’s a little bit of both actions. There is a mental trick that works regarding all hands / arms / club geometry matters. I can’t believe it took most of my life to figure this magical technique out it’s so all encompassing. Once I understood this my hand action was relieved of all friction caused by misalignments. It has to do with training the hands / wrists / club action along a target line that lays below where they happen to be at impact; about three inches in front of the toes of your feet, depending on the length of your club.  A line that extends away from and to the target. Most golfers make the mistake of focusing on the BALL target line to prompt hand geometry. In other words, if there were flashlights extending from both ends of a club shaft the light would follow that ball target line all the way back as the club cocks to the top, the butt end pointing to the target line. The problem is this is not a square configuration. The shaft points to the left of the target in a laid off position at the top position. It should, rather, point almost straight at the target. Once you master this and refer, instead, to the line nearer your toes to align hand movement with, you can simply let LOOSE with your hands and club so long as things pivot and hinge along this line. The club travels on a tilted plane from ball line to foot line and back to ball line and, finally, foot line, again, in a swing. This middle area in front of your toe line is right in the middle of all this activity. Track hand / club pivot action from this reference point for best results. Certainly whenever your hands are below waist level. For a good four to six feet of club head travel at the bottom, back and forth, your hands adhering to this strict pattern. Every other maneuver above that is set up with the prompts below allowing momentum to let the angles to continue. It is a straight line configuration, straight back and forward on a tilted plane. Though the club is traveling on it’s inclined plane out in front of you and behind your head at the top your hands are focused only on this target line in front of your toes to orient hand angles with the club throughout. It all comes together, amazingly. Then it’s really just a matter matter of pulling back and releasing a bow string. Straight back and through with the wrists and club hinging along this line near your toes. If you don’t feel this sensation in the bottom section of your swing you’re not doing it right. If you don’t disturb things the pattern should hold to the top and finish. When I first discovered this I added 15 yards to my 4 iron in one day it so freed up my swing not having to think about anything but that. This technique builds in automatic accuracy, in fact. Even though the club shaft may be aimed exactly away from the target in late downswing and goes end over end pointing exactly to the target on the follow through – those imaginary flashlights tracing along this path – there need be no worry of where the club face happens to be. It will, almost automatically, be straight at impact. No steering needed.

The other related aspect to club / arms geometry has to do with where the shaft is aimed whenever it is parallel to the ground. That is, one third back, the top, halfway down and one half past impact. At those juncture the shaft should aim TO the target. This criteria has more to do with accuracy than any hand manipulation, the face automatically squaring through the strike. Though the shaft goes head over handle and toe over heel below waist high in a swing it all works out at the moment of truth; impact. No steering needed once the shaft is trained to swing parallel to the target.

The above revelation also dispels some common misperceptions about the club path and offers proof there is a straight line component to swing a club that travels on an arc. It sure appears that the club travels inside as it goes back to the top. It does but not as you might think. Like a tilted coin has a flat, or straight, top that accommodates a circular perimeter at the same time, so is a golf swing.  It’s not so much that your club is traveling inside as it is going up along a target aligned slanted plane that slopes to above and beyond your shoulders. The club is being swung in a straight line configuration and only goes inside because it is rising on that plane that is aligned to the target. And, so, it now becomes clearer why I experienced a freer pass through the ball with my hands. Instead of suffering the friction and drag effects of traveling on a curve, like a car, as when I referred to the ball line instead, once I found the proper, exact target line midway between all the action to align my wrist geometry with the club with, I was able to take advantage of this straightaway path that exists on a tilted plane with a circular perimeter. Think of two enormous Hoola Hoops, one a foot ahead of the other leaned at a 45 – 50  degree angle against a wall aligned to the target. The one relates to the backswing, after a weight shift away from center. The other relates to the downswing after a greater weight shift has been made to the target. You don’t need to shift weight outside your stance but you certainly shift weight between your feet. A club path that appears, from a golfers perspective, inside to square is still square, (straight) just riding higher on a plane that is aligned to the target. It has to go inside and up to allow you to stay balanced. Though the club head travels from the ball line to the foot line and back to the ball line and then back to the foot line in a swing there is a straight line reference to a swing midway between all that action that is marshalled by focus on a single target line in front of your toe line to maneuver hand / club geometry from.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         If you want an explosive release of the club through the ball you need to build it into your backswing. You need to move and maneuver the big muscles; the back, chest and hip and leg muscles. Like an archer having to pull the string back for it to go forward. Especially near the top you want to cock the club and shoulders exactly AWAY from impact, the back of the ball and your target. To enhance this you need to shift your weight to your back hip at the top position and, more powerfully, onto your left hip through impact, all under a steady head. This is the powerful and effortless way to swing. You will golf best using a swing that uses mostly the body and allows the hands and arms to simply connect, hold on, sustain impact and release. Acting more like the tip of a whip with effortless power. The hands come to life during impact and beyond, like a slingshot pouch catching a rock with that pent up energy ready to explode, sustaining all that force your body has produced. Prior to impact the only thought you should give your hands is the initial “kinking of the straw” to create a subtle angle I recommend in the take away to take all wrists thoughts out of  a swing. The angle of this subtle ‘kink’ should be identical to the angle you want to return to the ball with; very slightly inside to square. I prefer to make this the first move of my backswing and at a deliberate pace the first foot away from address. Your waggle should also adhere to this geometry. Your core, the shoulders, the torso and hips and legs, namely, give them the leverage they need. Think of it. Gathering a deep, wide, tension free coil with your body from feet to shoulders and allowing that pent up energy. along with a weight transfer, to then power your whole swing as you fall into impact. If the backswing’s deep coil is tension free, and it should be, at some point that changes, like a gear engaging and things become taught and full of leverage. I believe this engagement point is either AT impact or just before. That’s where the pros seem to punctuate things. The hands and arms are allowed to then just hold on, harness and apply the force of impact. That’s core driven golf. By resisting the urge to apply the shoulders, arms and hands until impact, the weight and the hips and legs are allowed to move ahead, instead, and crank open up many degrees more that the square shoulders at impact. This is classic form and trying to take over with the hands before impact negates this action. The lower body is the bow, the upper body the string , the club the arrow, in that order.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          It’s hard to believe I ever thought it was the other way around with the hands dictating body responses. That I ever interrupted Jack Nicklaus ( I wrote him in 1979 and he wrote me back. Yeah, I’ve been into the swing for quite a long time.) to propose this idea leaves me so aghast I’m sure this book is a form of redemption. In fact, to the extent that you utilize mostly your hands to swing you automatically reign in the ability TO use your body muscles. In other words, if you have a loose grip with lots of wrist action you will find that the wrists finish the back swing and the finish instead of the shoulders and body. Conversely, if you maintain a somewhat firmish grip of, say, a 25 to 35 percent squeeze on the club and somewhat restrict the wrist action, you will find your body HAS to make up the slack and it is your shoulders and back muscles that complete your turn to the top and the finish. Your left shoulder is forced to make that extra turn back under the chin, instead. During the strike the hips, legs and feet ratchet more, instead, the entire upper body holding back until impact. This is a much more powerful and consistent way to play golf.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 The mechanics of the arms is to bend in two places; at  the elbows and at the wrists. The shoulders allow the arms to swivel. During the strike the forearms roll over each other, in fact. Only just past impact are both arms straight. Otherwise one or the other or both have to bend depending on where one is in a swing. My very first instructions on golf were two things; (1), a steady head and, (2), a straight left arm. If you think about it you can build a whole swing around those two thoughts. It’s a good building block from which to start. A circle aimed in a specific direction like aiming a coin that lays tilted against a wall. The angle of your left arm as viewed down the target line at the top determines how upright or flat your swing is, your hands positioned somewhere above and between your right shoulder and head. Some players wing the left arm and shoulder behind their head at the finish or, like Jack, who used to have both elbows pointing somewhat in front of and above his head. Jack restricted his final shoulder unwind due to his extra steady head. It took stress of his back. Most modern players opt, instead, to allow the head to move up and forward to the finish and thus allow the fuller shoulder rotation. Not everybody has Jack’s musculature and may also need to do so. Body type factors a little into what exact technique you prefer. One’s condition and body type determines how one swings. Generally speaking, maintaining a relatively straight left arm from address until after impact is a good idea. Locking the left arm straight just before take away is a trigger that works for some. Others prefer a little bend to reduce tension. Many of the greats had a slightly bent left arm at impact. There is some wrist action to be sure, ferocious, in fact, especially as the mid downswing finds the club cocked and compressed the most, and, again, during the end over end release after impact. A 90 degree angle usually occurs at the top position. But the core and it’s proper use is what offers the leverage for the hands to do anything. The releasing of the angles accumulated in the arms and club into a straight configuration just past impact against the upward and target ward thrust of your legs and hips as the whole body unwinds during impact provides power to a swing. The weight shift gives the club it’s direction and not just power. On the way back to the top the shoulders out coil and lead the hips and legs. On the way down, the opposite; the hips and legs uncoil ahead of the shoulders until after impact at which point the shoulders, arms and club unwind, fully racing past the now spent lower body.

I used to think that he proper ratio of how much hands to use in a swing versus shoulders was 50 / 50. Half hands and half shoulders. Today, (2023) especially watching the current number one tour player’s technique, (I don’t mention current players by name.) I think it’s better to have a 60 percent use of the body and shoulders versus a 40 percent use of the hands. It’s a little stiff wristed, maybe, and requires a different type of movement with the body to work, but it works very well. This unnamed player is noted for his active footwork. Probably a result of his muted wrist action. Maybe, coincidentally, today’s leading senior tour player also has a muted wrist action. Imagine muting the angle between arms and club in a swing. How easy it would suddenly be. It almost cuts the geometry part of a swing and things that can go wrong in half. I learned that by firming up my wrists going back this forced my shoulder blades (Bones) to rock more, instead. Like a baton at the top of my spine rotating more, instead. The body core is forced to engage as it should. My method does not depend on muted wrists, however. It is required TO cock the wrist as much as 90 degrees to the top but no more than that. This has to do with trafficking the weight weight shift up so as not to let a rearward shift move you off of balance and sway.  I, deliberately like to “kink the straw’. figuratively, create a subtle angle at take away just to rid the mind of any swing thought about cocking and uncocking of wrists until impact, itself.  This technique also rids the body of swaying away from the target going back, letting the club go up instead of just back. It’s nice to feel some swing to the club in the hands and one probably SHOULD achieve a 90 degree angle at the top between hands and club. Not more than that, though. Mid downswing is where the sharpest angles occur. For some this extra “crease” at the top in one’s swing cements geometry into place. Hogan did this, for example. You have pay extra attention to completing your body coil and uncoil, however. In a sense you have to beat the wrists to the top and impact with the body.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  You may see some tour players take the club back more straight away than they return it. As said earlier, perhaps due to mind focus on just the ball target line. This produces a loop. A necessary loop because you have to swing forward from wherever your body mass is which is inside from straight back. Bobby Jones and still some players, today, take the club back on an inside plane to the top and amp up the torque going down by switching to an outside, in plane going down. Almost like two separate planes pitted hard against each other. More commonly some golfers swing outside – straight back – going back and inside to square going down. I recommend no loop and just discipline yourself to recognize how it is a swing is a little more inside to square than you might think, the way a door hinges, and start arcing it a little bit inside after the first foot or so. Nicklaus had the least loop of any golfer and we all know how well that worked out.

One other fact is that, as viewed from behind down the target line, the angle of the shaft going down is slightly flatter than it’s path to the top with most golfers. The idea is to eliminate any and all loops that you can so that it appears the club goes down on the same path it went up.  Otherwise you’re introducing unnecessary friction and need for compensation.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           I also found that a certain style of tempo works best; one in which the backswing starts smoothly and deliberately the first foot. It’s important to “crack” the whole body open, right away, going back with your shoulders making the first move. The whole body, arms and club one piece like a bolt being loosened the first few inches. Ground tension with the feet offering the leverage to transmit coil to the shoulders that move first and the most. If the club is moving at all so should your shoulders also be moving with it at all times. If you let the arms and hands snatch the club away, instead, and race away from address you miss this crucial benefit and lose potential coil. If you DON”T coil from the shoulders, down, going back you lose potential coil. The backswing’s “Dye” is cast in this first foot of club travel. Because mental focus is on your innermost core rotor that is orchestrating everything else like a miniature opening and closing door knob, or record peg, everything else that moves will instinctively know at which point it’s O.K. to engage. Even that imaginary mini rotor has to come to a complete stop before it turns in the opposite direction. Before it can return in the other direction your body senses what has to move first and when. From the top, down, it’s mostly a battle of lower body moving weight to the target against an upper body stretching away from the target at the same time letting impact happen. Even with a muted wrist action, if you have a large club head arc and think speed at impact, you’ll find speed, just in a different way. Regarding the finish, I recommend recoiling out of it immediately and not posing. It’s a stress position and not good for the back. The ball is long gone by then, anyway. Impact thoughts and ball flight thoughts work best.

One other thing I have changed as a result of writing this book is my grip pressure. One needs to “Grab the bull by the horns” a little to play top level golf. Not too tight, but tight enough, never getting flighty or re grabbing at any point. The hands connect the club to the body for leverage. They have to hold on to do that. Again, it’s called a “grip”, not a “hold”. Think of the hands as a wire conducting a solid electric current. Keep a good connection at all times. I grew up with the notion “Hold it like you would a bird” regarding grip pressure. I now think the author meant a bird wriggling to free itself. A little firmer than gentle.

Ben Hogan is proof there are many ways to hit a golf ball. He was also very dedicated and put in the hours to get away with his hand flourish. The “Core Driven” method, I think, is the future of the game, however. “Less is more” is turning out to be the axiom. Simplify. Use the body more. Don’t give the hands an excuse to get too out of whack in the first place. Sports are supposed to keep the human being in top shape as a by product, after all. Winding up the whole body into a deep, tension free coil and then engaging it to the weight of a club to whack a tiny ball as hard as possible can be very conducive to staying toned and in shape and limber. Don’t lose the sensation in your hands of swinging the club. Swing from your center and feel the club head connecting with that part of the body, not just the hands, however. Even with all this said, a golf swing, no matter how you decide to approach it, is counter intuitive in many ways and requires, perhaps, more mental imagery and pre swing thoughts than any other sport I know of. You need mental triggers that work versus mental triggers that don’t work so well. You have to take these thoughts and add them to your swing, like a recipe, and ingrain them all a little, one at a time, over time, to finally find yourself having only to think about the business of the ball’s flight and the wind and surface factors and not your body or swing at all. Like the pros try to do. When golf is at it’s most fun.

Ben Hogan put the quandary of the golf swing this way; “A golfer will try to attack the golf swing like he does everything else in life and he will be completely wrong about everything.” What Ben meant was this; In a correct swing the shoulders and arms and hands seem to just hold back until impact. They are delivered, instead, by the lower body like a bow delivers the bow string. Like a whip delivers the tip. The minute they try to lever across and ahead of the body they defeat the purpose of a good swing. At impact the hands can, then, let loose, indeed. A drill I will show you to demonstrate the correct feel is to chip with a mid iron and take the club back and just forget everything to do with hands and arms and let the body pull the club through, instead. Even to the point that the arms and hands feel as though they’re swinging backwards all the way into impact. Can you imagine best results from swinging away from the target with your upper body, arms and hands until after impact? That’s golf. Completely opposite of what you THINK would work. The art of maintaining the differentials you created going back – the shoulder coil and wrist cock away from the lower body – until impact. Pulling everything through like a bow does a bow string, your lower body being the bow. It’s an art. The hands mostly hold on and connect the club to the body like an electrical current. Another one of my basic drills to instill this “leveraging” of the big muscles is a miniature length swing – one half normal – with almost zero wrist action, the body doing the work, resisting hand use during the strike, trying to squeeze out as much power in that tiny distance of club travel with no limits on the length of the follow through. Like “The Calvary,” the body comes to the rescue and learns how to apply itself.

We’ll get to the drills and such and maybe even shed my thoughts on putting  and more;;

The All Important Stance and Set Up; (To be continued)

The All Important Grip; (To be continued)

The Basics That A Swing Is Built On;

(1) A steady head, (2) A mental focus on your core to activate the swings smaller parts rather than vice, versa..(3) Resisting the impulse to hit with your hands and arms until impact occurs like pulling BACKWARDS on a bowstring until impact. .(4) A shifting back and forth with the weight from front to back foot, (5) A wide arc on both sides of the ball, (6) A deep, tension free coiling back to the top starting from the shoulders, down, (7) An equally deep unwinding starting, conversely, from the feet, up; (8) An end over end rotation of the club shaft and even the club head from just before impact to just after impact.; (9) A target oriented swiveling (mobility)  of the club shaft and hands for accuracy along a target line just in front of your toes.; (10) Preserving differentials between hips and shoulders, club and the arms made going back into the downswing (Leading with the lower body going down).(11) Fully dumping all those differential angles (feet  hips, shoulders, wrists ) on the target side of the ball (12) A tempo that starts out deliberate and unrushed the first foot or so. 13) A sufficient grip pressure (14) The correct set up and stance (15) The correct grip.(16) Shot imagery and confidence

There are other basics but if you build a swing around these particular basics it’s hard NOT to play good, repeatable golf.

The Torso And It’s Use;

Let’s start with the torso, the upper core of your swing. Let’s grow a swing from the inside, out. It turns and coils in a specific way.

Jack Nicklaus, first thing on the practice tee, would always put a club behind his back and lock the shaft around his elbows and mimic a swing without a club, his body coiling and uncoiling, the feet exchanging weight back and forth, the shaft of that club tracing a path basically parallel to his target line. This found both ends of the club shaft pointing TO the ball at the extreme points of coil. He was training the core ahead of all else. He coiled and uncoiled his torso square to the target line. His club shaft did not trace outside to in or inside to out but truly square to the target on both sides. Equally deep on both sides of the ball. Imaging a tilted tomato can for a torso leaning above your hips and imagine turning it like you would a door knob if it were attached. Because he coiled square his club shaft found itself aimed to the target at the top position and not left or right of it. I use Jack as an example because there has been a trend away from that these last decades that is, lately, starting to correct itself. Namely a laid off top position, (I made mention of this in this previously.) the shaft aiming left of the target. It reveals that the backswing was not deep enough and not coiled enough for maximum leverage going back. It was also probably overly deep on the target side of the ball. Had it been a balanced, square coil there would have been equal depth on both sides of the ball.

I believe this former trend got started by adhering to the ball target line too much allowing the butt of the club to swivel and trace along it’s path instead of a path closer to the foot line, instead. That is, as the club swings end over end to the top, the butt end points away from the target along the ball line and that throws things out of kilter. If you’re going to swivel the club along a target line it should be somewhere in front of your toes where your hands are at impact, instead. Let the club find the ball target line by itself. It will. This should also help keep your coil equally deep and balanced on both sides of the ball. The advantage to this method is that you have more of your body’s mass to apply as you are swinging from inside to the square where your mass is instead of swinging from where your mass isn’t.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Like the paddles in an upright washing machine you want to move your shoulders and body. Back and forth. Especially the shoulders. This paddling feels more vertical than horizontal, too. It’s imperative to have your shoulders in motion, first, ahead of anything else. It should feel like cracking the whole body open, smoothly, especially the shoulders, at the start. Like taking a very deep breath to fill your lungs you want to similarly “tap” your resources and make a very greedy coil. Going back the left shoulder going down and under, the arm and club extending out and up, the left shoulder back under your chin at the top with the shaft aimed to the target.. Don’t be afraid of biting off too much, either. God hates a coward and sometimes behaving more athletic makes the sport easier. You may find more knee flex at the top than you’re used to but coil deep and wide. If your shoulders could make two rotations they would but they can’t. No tension should be present even though your body is wound like a pretzel at the top. Like winding a tilted, vertical propeller shaft. If your feet represent 9 and 3 O’clock if standing on an imaginary clock face, 9 being your lead foot, the weight shift and coil feels more like traveling from 4 O’clock all the way around to 8 O’clock in both directions than merely a straight line 3 to 9 O’clock shift. A more internal and compound pivot in both directions even though the club is traveling along the straighter target path like the top of a tilted coin…

The unwinding is accomplished by holding back with the shoulders hands and arms, resisting the impulse to hit at all, like pulling BACKWARDS on a bowstring, until impact OCCURS. Since mind focus on that imaginary spot at your chest’s center is determining all coiling functions, back and forward, it, also, has to be ready to return the other way, first. It senses when and, also, how fast you can move everything else forward. From top position, down, the knees lead the hips, the hips lead the shoulders, the shoulders lead the arms and club and in that order until al levers are dumped, end over end, to the target side of the ball.  All with a back and forth weight transfer. Mastering the art of making a deep body coil and resisting the impulse to hit with the arms and hands is the hardest part of the act. It takes faith and practice but, once mastered, makes golf easy compared to other methods. Even on putts you want your body, not your hands, to hit the ball until impact at which point they then engage…

Geometrically your shoulders turn from address to about 90 to 100 degrees at the top, back to SQUARE to the target at impact, the right shoulder going down under the left, somewhat vertically. After impact the shoulders may unwind as much as another 150 degrees from impact. Don’t hurt yourself, though. Pay attention your right elbow stays tucked and doesn’t wing out above the left elbow until after impact.  The forearms and hands do, then, roll over each other in this end over end transfer to the target side. Vigorously.

Typically, one’s center of gravity is above the navel. When you add a golf club and amplify it’s weight with centrifugal force that true center of gravity is moved higher towards the heart, in fact. Beyond that adjustment, once I also transferred the core focus from the base of the neck to nearer the heart, everything became easier regarding coiling and uncoiling. Suddenly everything became more balanced, integral and harmonious. Just remember that imaginary peg is roughly parallel to the spine. It just so happens that’s where the hub IS. VISIBLY. Just observe where the club unwinds from on film looking down the target. Right there.

Weight Shifting;

There is a distinct back and forth weight shift that accompanies this deep coiling and uncoiling of your core. At address the weight is pretty even. At the top it is almost all on your back foot and hip. By impact the exact opposite, almost all on your front foot and hip. You can almost mirror the foot lift at these two points, too. At the top the front heel is off the ground. At impact the back foot’s heel is off the ground. This back and forth weight shift dynamic is just that; dynamic. It multiplies the dynamics of the coil. This directly back and forth shift is partly what establishes your ball flight direction. At it’s essence the weight shift involves the whole upper body – trunk, back, shoulders, arms and club –  transferring weight directly away from the target to the top – keeping a steady head – while the lower body holds firm and, then, in the down swing, the lower body – everything below the waist – transfers weight directly target wards against the opposite tug of the upper body having displaced weight away from the target. A rubber band effect, so to speak. This is the dynamic you want in your transition zone, especially. It sets up a correct body sequence down. The upper body – from the waist, up – moves weight back, away from the target, the lower body – from the waist, down –  moves weight forward, the two pitted against the other. Somehow this mind focus of transferring weight directly away from the target with the entire upper body versus the weight transfer TO the target with the entire lower body going down seems to iron out a lot of alignment considerations. The shoulder muscles, mostly, initiate this upper body move away to the top. Just maneuvering all that mass of arms and club away automatically shifts weight to the back foot. Even though the arms and club travel up halfway back t to prevent swaying there is still some shoulder muscle that should always be traveling exactly away from the back to of the ball to the top. I make that focus point my left shoulder tip. The legs and hips initiate the downswing sequence. The right leg pushes hard and begins to shift weight to the front foot as the hips and left leg wings target wards to get into position to be able to catch the weight before impact. The hips also rotate open, always ahead of the shoulders, until one third past impact at which point the shoulders overtake the hips.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       If what follows sounds a little confusing the above information should suffice for most people. But there is also another subtle kind of weight shifting; a circular, ever shifting, ever changing weight shift that finds itself at the opposite end of the club’s weight, wherever that may be at any given point. Lee Trevino called it a “Hula” shift. motion. It is a move directly related to creating a centrifugal force like a weight whirling at the end of a string. If you think about it, to keep the Hula hoop against your body and not fall to the ground, you have to keep tension on the part of the Hula hoop touching you and tug away from the side that’s not at all times. Like tugging against a weight on a string. For example; Sam Snead’s famous “squat” position in early downswing. It appears as if he is jumping out of an airplane, straight down, as his shoulders are coiled and his club is dropping from above his head. You see, his club is above his head and his CENTER OF GRAVITY is going straight down at first pulling directly opposite it.. By the time his club is halfway down and opposite the target his center of gravity is now pulling TO the target with his legs now arched in that direction tugging against the opposite position of the club. At impact, the club now hurtling straight below him, his body posture finds his legs now pushing straight up, opposite the position of the club’s weight which is straight down. In the follow through it’s as if he is pulling back on the club, opposite it’s position. The fact that a strong push upwards against the ground with your legs during the strike produces centrifugal force suggests it’s best to first plant your weight low and down in the early stage of the downswing so you will be able to push up at impact with even more force. You have first dropped your weight downward so you can then shift left and then push upwards during impact. Not just a back and forth shift but also circular depending on where in the swing you are at any given moment. Feel the weight of the club and tug just ahead of it’s opposite position – like spinning a weight on a string with that tiny circular finger motion – using mostly your lower body, legs and hips. It’s mostly the lower body that transfers weight to the target. The head stays steady. It should be pointed out, also, that the weight going back is partly a product of displacing mass – the shoulders, arms and club to the right going away from the target automatically putting weight to your back foot. The downswing, however, is the result of a very strong shift to the front foot, using the lower body, before impact. There’s a little Hoola Hoop hip action in the mix.

If you’ve ever swung a weight on a string you understand what is happening. To make that weight spin you must first make a tiny inner circular motion with your fingers to make the weight spin. Wherever that weigh happens to be your fingers are tugging OPPOSITE of wherever it is at all time. It’s the essence of creating centrifugal force. I suspect this opposite tugging is not quite opposite but rather just ahead of the opposite point of the club’s weight. Thus the dynamic effect versus a static effect. Nobody in golf has ever spoke in these terms yet it seems to be staring us all in the face when you analyze a swing..

Going back it is the upper body, mostly, that moves weight away from the target. The downswing begins with most of your weight already on your back foot. It remains there to support your weight as you jockey the hips target wards and open up your lead leg to the target. That is, the lower body transfers weight to the target. Only the lower body. The upper body stays coiled and back. Shoulders, arms, wrists and club. The right leg pushes hard into the ground to allow the hips and lead leg to lift and travel target wards. In mid downswing, the hips sliding left,  the weight is now evenly distributed between both feet. Before impact and during the strike most of the weight is transferred to the lead leg and hip and foot as the shoulders rotate somewhat vertically above, the arms and club rolling over each other to the  target side of the ball, after.

Body Sequencing;

I learned, by positioning and re arranging my swing in a picture window’s reflection, that a flat mirror is as good as practice and maybe even better. I’ll admit one has to KNOW exactly what is and is not good posture and position to benefit from this technique but I think I do and the results have been paying off, big, for me, lately. Now that I have properly “molded” my swing into proper mechanics using the visual aid of a picture window I don’t need to practice so much to stay sharp. I am fundamentally correct, finally, already. Things automatically click better. I can go months without hitting a ball and it’s like I never missed a beat when I hit that first bucket, later. I’ll teach you what good position and posture and sequence are. You can do this window training, too. A camera works even better. I give my body a thought and see what it looks like and, when I see something I like, I make a mental note of what thoughts led to it and try to ingrain it into my swing. The good news is all you need is a big picture window and a stick or a club.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Once the set up and grip are correct you want to observe a few things. Without swaying your head and after a wide swing of the arms and club, the coil beginning form the shoulders, down, you want your torso very slightly leaned away from the target at the top position against a lower body that leans a little towards the target. A kind of zig zag look. A mostly vertical upper body is just fine. You do NOT want the upper torso to lean target wards at the top or your hips to travel. The hips serve like an anchor going back stabilizing things. They save their action for the downswing. You want your legs to look as though they are resisting the upper body coil a little at all times, the rear leg arched towards the target a little and with a slightly flexed knee. The lead knee also resists and acts as a prompt ready to kick target wards as the first move forward. You want to see your entire left arm, club handle and shoulder to the right of your head at the top. Pushed deep under your chin, back and up. Those little bones between your neck and shoulders, moved even a little, pack a lot of wallop. Can you appreciate the pent up power involved in such a configuration? Your entire, extended left side, shoulder, arm and club wrapped around your spine against a resistant, coiled pair of hips and legs below ready to launch the entire package forward? Your body wound up like a twisted towel? Your shoulders have out coiled your hips by twice. Progressively your body is more tightly wound above than below. To get to the top it wound itself from the top down and not all together. It was the upper body that moved the weight and club away from the target. This ensures a tight coil. Now the transition and downswing commence and you want to preserve the differentials you have created. If there exists a differential of 45 degrees at the top between shoulders and hips you want to retain that early into the downswing even as your lower body is shifting down and left, opening up and uncoiling towards the target. Now the lower body, alone, moves the weight to the target. The hands actually are forced to increase their cock a little in this early stage of the downswing to relieve pressure and allow the lower body to shift forward and down into place. You want to also retain that club angle until just before impact. As the downswing begins the right elbow and shoulder go straight down, like a rock, the elbow socked against your right side like a spear point that leads the hands and club into position. By late downswing you should notice that it is your hips, lower body and legs, mostly, that have opened up and advanced target wards, your upper body remaining somewhat more coiled, still, and in place. If your hips are opened 20 to 40 degrees ahead of your square shoulders at impact you understand the concept. They should be. You have preserved your differentials all the way into impact. During impact, your shoulders square to the target, the right shoulder goes under the left almost vertically. Impact is the place where your hands catch the club like a slingshot pouch harnessing a rock and let all Hell break loose as they act like a whip’s tip hurtling the whole club / arm assembly to the target. The lower body acts like a bow, the arms and upper body act like a bow string and the club acts like the arrow. That kind of dynamic. The secret is to resist the urge to hit, whatsoever, with your hands and arms UNTIL impact while putting mind focus on that central core hub your whole swing emanates from, instead.

Once the ball is struck the sequence changes allowing the upper body, shoulders , arms and club to rocket past the ball position and the lower body. When the club shaft is aimed to the target in the follow through, both arms straight, the shoulders are beginning to pass the hips and continue to unwind about 45 to more degrees past the spent hips at the finish.

Basically you have created differentials to the top and, with a lower body unwinding first along with a weight shift, you have preserved this upper body coil and cock of the club until almost impact at which point  the upper body and club, launched by the lower body, whirl past the now spent lower body after impact all the way to the finish.

To simply observe this it appears as though the entire right side is compressing in a downswing, the arms, club and shoulder going down against the upward thrust of the right leg as it pushes off the ground. A kind of vertical compression. The entire left side seems, conversely,  to be extending and bowing out to the target. This vertical compression is also felt between the downward centrifugal thrust of the club against the upward thrust of the legs, especially the left leg, at impact. From face front the impact position looks a little like a man trying to pull a snake out of it’s burrow with his hips shifted left, his head back, putting the load on his left leg, mostly. At no point in a swing are either knees ever locked straight. At impact you WANT some flex in your lead leg. You always want to look out for your body’s well being and flexed joints just last longer.

Regarding foot action, the foundation of all body activity, the weight is transferred to the back foot at the top, the lead heel slightly off ground, and stays there on the rear foot as the downswing begins only to launch target wards in mid down swing and transfer weight to the lead foot before impact. Ride the insteps of the feet in both directions for best foot posture.  Avoid rolling around to the outer edges until impact with the left foot. When the heels lift it is from the instep, first. By impact it is the rear heel that is off the ground the lead foot catching the brunt of the swing’s force. At the finish the weight is on the lead foot’s outer edge and heel and the very toe, only, of the rear foot. About an 80 / 20 % ratio.

Regarding hand action, and this is something I personally prefer, you want the hands to cock a very little right away into a back swing in the correct geometry to break the ice for later. Just a slight kink along the waggle’s path is all so as to help cancel out body sway allowing the club’s momentum to go up a little instead of so backwards. As the arm and club go back and up the cocking will increase automatically and the kink, early on, will lighten the weight of the club and eliminate the conscious thoughts of straight to cocked back to straight again. Once that initial “kink” has been created with the proper angle the club feels lighter and there are no thoughts about the wrists, except restraining them, until impact. If you feel the need to adopt the more traditional style that starts out with no wrist cock the first few feet back that’s fine, too. I just think the game’s future involves creating an initial kink to set up the rest of the swing so as to eliminate extra thoughts. Adhering to the target in front of your toes with the hand geometry is key. Very importantly, (Also previously mentioned.) you want to make sure that your club shaft is properly trained to aim to the target whenever it is parallel to the ground – one third back, the top position, 3/4 down and 1/4 past impact positions. At the top your club face should be parallel your left arm or thereabouts. At the top as much as 90 degrees of cock is alright. Not more, however, until early downswing. In mid downswing the hands are very compressed, maybe 100 degrees and later start to open due to centrifugal force – not conscious hand action –  just before impact. At impact the handle leads the head slightly and it should feel as though the club is still slightly cocked, your right shoulder going under your left. Taking the divot after the ball helps ingrain this. The right elbow, as seen from behind, down the target line, is still behind the left arm and elbow a little, just like address. Don’t let it wing out and around until after impact when the whole everything; shoulders, arms and club are hurled to the other side of the ball head over handle, club head over heel, 180 degrees, each. After that it’s all about coming to a finish. Still, you want to maximize your acceleration from impact to past impact. Hit with unrestrained authority and follow through, the most speed just after impact.

Which Wrist / Club Configuration To Use At The Top?;

I’m a little amazed at how differently the tour players are in this regard. You’d think they’d all conform to an ideal but it seems there are instinctual factors that steer different golfers in different directions. Somewhere along the way something worked unusually well and they let that move take hold and become a part of their technique. Some bow the wrist, others cup the wrist, still others have a flat wrist. The bowed wrist puts the weight behind one more at the top than a cupped wrist will. A cupped wrist action throws the weight more up and above. The flat wrist technique is basically neutral. The real trick is to keep the shaft aimed to the target  at those four basic positions when it is is parallel to the ground; 1/3 back, the top, 3/4 down and 1/4 through on the target side after impact.

Me, personally? I like a very slight cupping of the left wrist – straight is O.K., too –  and a slightly upright plane with zero loop back and forward. I prefer an initial, subtle  kinking with my wrists and club and no other thoughts regarding the hands until impact. It adds up to scope rifle accuracy, I find. I find myself not looking at the ball flight so much as it’s landing, lately.

Upright or Flat swing plane?

An upright plane will find the arms and hands higher at the top than a flat plane. The flat plane has some balance advantages while the upright plane has accuracy advantages. Taller golfers gravitate to the upright style I’ve noticed. I like to strike a fine balance between the two although I lean towards an upright plane for accuracy. The extreme “Flying Right Elbow” is to be avoided as much as the too cramped elbow. You want a little elbow room but you also want to be in position with the right elbow to go down in a good geometry. The modern trend is to cramp it tight against the side to be in place for the downswing. You can still have a deep extension with the left arm to the top with a cramped right elbow, however, I lean towards moderation in all things putting comfort near the top of considerations. The main thing is to keep the right UPPER arm from traveling too far behind your head. It should point slightly towards the target at the top versus 90 degrees to the target line.

Refer to the illustrations provided for a reference guide for all the swings body and club positions and sequence..


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One Page Letter Explaining Reasons Why Noise Ordinances Exist;

Noise levels can be unwarranted depending on the circumstances. Some noises can actually cause hearing loss. Jack hammers, heavy equipment and even vehicles can contribute to this kind of “noise pollution”. Prolonged exposure to these high decibels is especially harmful and can pose dangers to physical and cognitive health. These loud sounds can increase stress levels, including cortisol, adrenaline and noradrenaline increases. Chronically high levels or these hormones can impact heart disease, hypertension, stroke, immune responses and cognitive functioning. Other effects include heart disease, high blood pressure, low birth weight and can pose cognitive development issues in children.

Typically this noise pollution involves the sounds of living in a modern world; heavy equipment, vehicles, exhaust noises, screeching sounds and other noises varying in pitch and frequency levels. 85 decibels over an extended period of time can cause hearing loss I recently read. Other kinds of noise pollution can come from from loud concerts, even local festivals and music or amplified sound from electronic devices. A past frequenter of karaoke bars I often found it necessary to stuff my ears with wads of paper towels to protect myself from these loud noise levels. Some of these karaoke hosts already have hearing loss and can’t appreciate how loud their systems sometimes are.

My own situation involved my stereo system in my van. I play karaoke CD’s and non karaoke CD’s and sing along (unassisted by microphone) with my natural voice. I do this near outside dining situations so people can hear me for more than just a few seconds. Typically my voice is always louder than my amplified backround music. I have to be able to hear myself above the backround sounds yet be able to also hear the music to sing along to. I sing in public to promote my political messaging relating to evidence I have discovered in John Lennon’s murder. The truth of that matter is so depressing I sing to offset that fact and get the public on my side by showing my gentler, softer side. I also happen to sing extraordinarily well, lately, and it serves to give me credibility with the public to show that I am no slouch and possibly correct with my claims that our government killed John Lennon based on my findings in back issues of major magazines that contain codes all about the behind the scenes goings on then. Last July of 2022 I may have been close to the 50 foot limit for amplified sound as my driver’s side speaker wasn’t working requiring me to turn up my volume a little to hear the passenger side speaker. I have since replaced both speakers so that I can still hear the music over my singing without having to use as much over all volume. Beyond a certain level I can’t hear myself sing and I always make sure, now, that my amplified sound levels are modest and well below that 50 foot limit. I have sang at least 1,000 times like this and only last July of 2022 have I received complaints. I occasionally speak, instead, but very sparingly. That is so much more offensive that I choose to sing, instead. The locals seem to appreciate it, too. Especially now that I AM quieter.

I noticed this subject recently in our Monterey Herald and saw that there are efforts afoot to lower the decibel levels from 80 to 70 and to also extend to 72 hours the current 24 hour limit for compliance after a warning.

In agreeing to perform eight hours of community service and write this letter Judge Mendoza has agreed to suspend my fines for both matters and effectively erase the disturbing the peace violation and not use the remaining violation to be used as “a cudgel to bludgeon me with, after”. In other words, any future violations should not impact this plea agreement but be treated separately. I am a target of police due to my controversial political importance and want to avoid being victimized in this manner. In the two citations issued last 2022 no effort was made by police to determine whether I was or was not complying with the 50 foot limit for amplified sound. Any future citations should require this test be met, first, I would ask. Otherwise my right to free speech could be viewed as being a political target.

I have made good on my end of the bargain and hope the judge will, also.

Steven Lightfoot



In the situation regarding my citations the law allows for a 50 foot radius for amplified sound to be heard over ambient noises like traffic and such. Even whispering can be heard from that distance in dead silence and so ambient sound is a factor. While I contend I was not in violation there was one defective CD track – quiet to start then raising in volume drastically –  that caught me very close and I knew that my driver’s side speaker wasn’t functioning then forcing me to turn up my overall level to hear the passenger side speaker over my singing. I have since corrected that by installing two new speakers so I have one speaker very close to me allowing me to turn my overall volume down, well within the legal limits. I have managed to sing almost daily for more than a year since my citations without a complaint and feel I have fixed whatever may have been wrong before. I only have to hear enough of the song to be able to sing along with it and still hear my own voice over it to stay in key.

In a recent Monterey Herald article sound ordinances made the news and even Mariachi music and car and motorcycle exhaust sounds made the list of offenders. Noise pollution was alleged to be upsetting to citizens. There were plans to possibly lower the current 80 decibel limit to 70 decibels, I read. Regarding my own situation most pedestrians only hear me at all when they are within 30 feet of my open driver’s side window where I sing. It’s also bad for one’s voice to sing louder than necessary and so I have learned to deliberately lower my levels. I value the health of my instrument beyond the considerations of others who value a quiet atmosphere. If I were not sure I am a world class singer focusing on easy listening sounds I would not burden society at all with singing. I don’t ask for tips or anything like that yet have received $40. tips more than once and most pedestrians and restaurants appreciate what I do and give me thumbs up, often. The whole purpose is to convince people I am not a wacko at all (My political claims do seem outlandish, at first.) but a credible citizen with evidence and to be taken seriously. Also to show them my gentler, less political side. There are free speech rights that I feel I am legally merely exercising.

Recently a brazen security staffer on Alvarado Street tried to intimidate me by leaning into my window and suggested I must have something against Rosine’s to be singing there. I told him they like me there, in fact. He, still, then questioned a waitress about me having received no complaint. I want to avoid any unwarranted future police citations that might affect this plea agreement so that this matter’ “… not be used as a cudgel to bludgeon me with later…” and affect the conditions you offered. I promise to obey the laws and sound restrictions and respect the laws that exist where noise levels are concerned.

Dated September 18, 2023

(Insert replacement);

In the research I have done about why the state restricts loud noises I have not found too much relating to my specific cases. I began singing in the 80’s to squeak by any complaints about my political message regarding John Lennon’s assassination evidence. I figured it can’t be illegal to sing in public unamplified. It, apparently, is not.  Amplified sound coming from my van’s stereo system is the subject of scrutiny. That is the matter I am charged with appreciating. My system can no longer be heard in that respect even from 40 feet away since the speakers were replaced and I can hear one speaker that is now only a few feet away from my ears instead of several feet away. I hope I am not a problem in the future and endeavor to avoid any complaints.

This revised version of my letter is made in the interest of sticking to the task asked of you and not, instead, talking about me. If the first two versions were in error in that manner I hope this rectifies the situation.

Dated September 26, 2023

Steve Lightfoot


Sincerely, Steve Lightfoot


It should be said that the prosecution has defaulted in not filing it’s respondent’s brief.  It also failed to respond to my proposed statement, before.

My argument has been that my case was one of political persecution over my John Lennon murder evidence activism and website that proves our government assassinated John Lennon in contradiction to everything the public was told, then. I have claimed that there is more than a good chance that officer Kopp deliberately hid himself in my blind spot to make me take my eyes off the road to see if I could be caught doing so as a light was changing. A police ‘trick’. I have claimed that he presented himself on his motorcycle to me in a 7-11 driveway and blatantly followed me, after. Naturally, when I suddenly could not see him anywhere – video shows him drifting to the extreme right edge of our lane for several seconds after first being seen driving in the center of that lane -, I naturally was concerned if he was directly behind me which would have made stopping a dangerous act even if it was a red light. As it was I was busy trying to find him at the very moment the light had changed. I never saw anything but green before this. I was very aware that I was being followed by a police officer and had no reason not to obey all signals. I was on extra alert, in fact. It so happened the stretch of road included three consecutive signals in a row on a downslope. The only explanation is that I WAS distracted by the officer’s unusual driving which placed him in my blind spot. That it was his actions that resulted in my violating in the first place. I had a stack of flyers on my dash about his chief Hober’s recent abuses against me that day, in fact. I was busy balancing diligence with safety and the officer’s safety took precedence when he suddenly disappeared. It would have been dangerous to suddenly stop not knowing exactly where the officer and his motorcycle were.

In my trial I filed subpoenas for several other officers to show a pattern of fraud and abuse by this department against me. I am protected from discriminatory prosecution and should have been able to show if there was any. Prior matters involving fraud apply to this case even though the other officers had nothing to do with this matter. Twice these subpoenas were ignored. The second occasion found officer Silonzolchic of Seaside police present and without papers to contest his appearance. In spite of this even he was not permitted to take the stand. This fact harmed my defense. I would have been able to ask him if he actually called me on the phone number he listed in his report like he said. My phone would have showed he could not have done so as it was last used by anyone months before that day. This fact would have cast doubt on his truthfulness and credibility. I explained this to the judge. The officer made up an outright lie that he ever spoke to me at all. He had not. This instance, alone, should have put reasonable doubt in Judge Sillman’s mind if I was being discriminately prosecuted or if there existed motive to cite me or not. But there were other instances of lying and fraud committed by the other several officers from Monterey P.D. who failed to show, twice. The first time they offered no papers to contest their appearance. They just simply did not show. This fact the court cannot deny was improper. The second time the city attorney claimed my subpoenas were civil, not criminal, and therefor invalid. I argued that the clerk made the mistake, not me, as she knew my case was criminal and still gave me the wrong forms and that I could not be held responsible for that. Had the other officers appeared I would have been able to prove, with video and reports they made, that they all lied or committed fraud of some degree in citing me in other matters. I explained to the judge that officer’s Phillips, Herndon, Hill, Newby, all lied in other matters. Phillips admitted he lied that he would not cite me for the teaspoon of alcohol in a bottle I mistook for olive oil if I passed a sobriety test. I blew 0.00, twice yet he still cited me for that. Sergeant Newby, to justify this, claimed the video showed me trying to take a sip yet the video shows no such act and that the lid was on tight the whole time. Officer Herndon, who admitted “no damage” to a parked car I tapped while trying to park, demanded my insurance information a week later and alleged an accident where there was none. The other car’s owner declined to file a complaint. He, himself, took this action. His sergeant admitted he was wrong in doing so, after. That’s three officers all lying to some degree in just one instance on August 28, 2020. Had I been able to show this fact with the video that proves it all it would have made a difference in the case involving officer Kopp. Officer Hill’s report on Dec. 8, 2021 is in contradiction to her video which I was denied access to. A man had deliberately rammed my van and protest sign yet her report made me out to be the bad guy while she refused to follow up on this man’s hit and run. The video shows that she made up lies in her report to paint me as an angry man at every opportunity. It was the offender who displayed anger, not me. She gave the offender a pass and victimized me. Officer Hill’s bias would have been apparent and I could have shown a bias to the judge that exists against me, generally, where this department is concerned. Add officer Solonzolchic’s lie made up from whole cloth and it would have been amply apparent that there is an agenda among the local police to cite me and hobble my Lennon murder evidence activism. Another matter involved Santa Cruz trying to prosecute me for a DUI in 2019 with a 0.00 reading for alcohol or any drugs they were looking for. After over two years of tormenting me and violating my speedy trial rights and my having to fire two lawyers and recuse three judges the matter was dismissed. Besides all this my van was wrecked by a man a police officer recommended to me. They wrecked my van with me in the back section and tried to blame me for everything. I rescued it from worse mayhem that I think they intended. Ultimately I believe the local authorities are trying to remove my website van from the street by going after my driver’s license. I recently had to attend an interview with the DMV over these matters.

That these officers were prevented from testifying harmed my defense that I based on discriminatory prosecution. Had these officers been questioned it would have better explained officer Kopp’s act of hiding in my blind spot to catch me looking in my rear view mirror and presented a very real reason to dismiss as there would have been doubt as to whether or not I was or was not targeted.

My other motions about a change of venue, discriminatory prosecution and disqualifying judges should also have been allowed as other multiple episodes involving police misconduct have surfaced, since. Last July 13, 2023 a correctional officer (I filed a report and found out) claimed I dented his car when I gently rested my door against his parked car next to me in a court parking lot. An hour later he found me ten miles away and threatened to “(F—) (Me) up…” His pre existing dent I could not have caused – it was not anywhere near where I rested my door – and, when it became clear to him that I was aware he was trying to scam me, he desisted and drove away. Twice in three days, in spite of three previous years without a complaint and hundreds of instances without a complaint, I was cited twice for singing from my parked van. The other man who made a similar claim in a police parking lot a year earlier that I damaged his car was found dead in the same car and parking lot and space where we met a year before. I claimed, then, that he was likely a police operative trying to blame me for things I didn’t do. That I drove by one day and saw a sheet over his car was very eye opening. Who knows what his motives were?

My awareness, now, of my situation has convinced me that the Italian mafia that allegedly runs the government here has been actively behind all this, apparently, and may even run our courts and police for all I know. Whether or not that is the truth my not being able to cross examine witnesses I summoned to trial did harm my defense as I have a good case to show prejudice and discrimination where my many matters are concerned. I have a right not b to be discriminately prosecuted by police. Had my rights been honored in this regard I would have been able to show reasonable doubt as to whether or not officer Kopp deliberately hid himself in my blind spot or not to catch me looking in my rear view mirror. If there is even a chance he did so my case should have been dismissed.

As such I ask for a dismissal, entirely, of my case and not be subjected to another trial over the matter.

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

Dated September 7th, 2023


Steven Lightfoot (Appellant)

Details regarding my claim for damages from a pothole in late January of 2024;

I was driving northbound on Hwy 1 and exited the Fremont St. exit and, immediately after crossing over Hwy 68 over a small bridge, BAMMM! my driver’s side wheel hit a huge pothole at the very northern most part of Fremont Street. I took photos of it days later as I immediately noticed how my wheel was suddenly ‘shimmying’ over irregular surfaces, unlike before. On March 6, 2024 I brought up the incident at a Monterey City Council meeting and I was televised. I later filed a claim against the city of Monterey only to be told, recently, that it was Cal Trans’s liability and not Monterey’s. I approached Gilbert Yelena, the manager at their office on Garden Road and he told me he was the one who repaired them the day after his office received multiple complaints. I think on February 29, 2024. He was surprised it took six bags of asphalt, he told me. Judging from how small the other pot holes were the one I hit may have required two bags or more to fix. The existing repair shows a two foot by three foot footprint. of repair.

I noticed uneven wear on my front tires and, even though I had an alignment in November, months earlier, I had another one in April when I replaced the tires. I was hoping that would solve the problem but I was back days later complaining about a shimmying still present. An inspection showed me a wobbly driver’s side wheel. A new A arm (Control arm) was replaced revealing that the bushing in the other was missing, apparently dislodged when hitting that pot hole.

At one point I was told I may need sub frame repairs, too, but, now that I have a new A-arm, it seems to be driving properly and won’t be seeking those repairs. I will also not be seeking reimbursement for my tires as they were over a year old at the time. I will be seeking reimbursement for the alignment ($75.) and the A arm ($385.) totaling $460. I have the receipts.

My cardboard camera photos did not come out but my subsequent cell phone camera photos of the repairs did and I will be submitting them in this claim. I also have Gilbert Yelena’s card and remarks of needing six bags of asphalt to fix that series of potholes that were present for over a month. I observed, in that first photo session, that the pothole I hit was about 6 inches deep and huge. Included, also, is my original claim against Monterey as it is relevant. The date was the last Sunday of January at 9:00 am, either the 28, or 29th, I think. They were repaired a month later.

My phone number is 831-220-2281

My e-mail is

My address is

Steve Lightfoot – 800 Scott Street – Sand City, Ca. 93955

Awaiting your reply, sincerely, Steve Lightfoot








Aug. 22, ’23;

Sept 26, 2023;

October 2, 2023;

Those deletions?, I don’t make copies in the name of living in the present, I hope you know.

October 6, 2023;

I found a way to cut my auto insurance by 66%. I qualify, so I get a new lease on life this week, hopefully. I have but one point on my DMV record in spite of all the B.S. that has been thrown at me.

October 14, 2023;

October `19, 2023;

Oct. 29, 2023;

November 01, 2023;

I hit upon the crux of my Golf technique – part 2 section today. N-O-W my title makes sense. INITIATE all action from the shoulders, back and forward, letting the club and arms respond TO that churning, central motion. It’s a night and day difference from how most people swing a club but the pros seem to know about it. Check out my opening paragraphs for a sampling.

I think I should concentrate on focusing on finishing this book about golf so as to finance whatever needs I will certainly have between now and world disclosure. I think it’s a case of build a better mousetrap and the world will hear about it and come. Now I have a proper perspective to finish it. Strange, but this is the exact concept that worked for me at my height in amateur golf. I remember coiling so much on that first playoff hole I won that day that the memory stands out all by itself. Tapped out as a body could be. I was working my core.

November 8, 2023;

Nov. 15, 2023;

Nov. 17, 2023;

Anyway, real proud of you yesterday. While my site is lately devoted to outing the Jewish factor in our world let me describe yesterdays bout with “Billy Sunshine” of KSCO Radio, a part time host there. Yes, he, like the owner and half the hosts there, is a Jew. Only because of that has he survived several bad behavior episodes there. In the past he’s made his bias known about me saying things like; “Let it go, anyway…so what…who cares?…live life and be happy”…etc..

Yesterday it went like this;

Right after I brought up my Lennon evidence;

B.S. ; “Boring. Boring.”

S.L.; “Only to a classless person like you would that be boring. People like you are the reason I don’t have sex.”

B.S.; “Well, that’s a good thing. We don’t want you to reproduce…”

“S.L.; “I wouldn’t do that to a kid until this sick world gets the truth it needs, first.”

S.L.:” Anyway, what I think is going on in Israel is…” (Cut off by his interruptions)

“B.S.; “Do you still think we all deserve to be taken out by an asteroid for not going along with you?…he thinks that Jews are reptiles…”

S.L.; “Only the Jews covered up Lennon’s murder and nobody else. WhomEVER would do such a thing IS reptilian.”

At that point I was cut off.

I would have continued with this banter had I remained on air;

S.L. ; “Billy, you have said about my story in the past, so what, who cares, get a life, boring, etc. Now you claim my characterization of the Jew that he is more reptilian than the rest of humanity is out of bounds. You also think that Stephen King getting away with Lennon’s murder is an O.K. thing. That a little bit of irony is good for our blood. Let me ask, you once bragged on air; “But if you’re as smart as me you don’t have to work to get rich.” Isn’t it a  fact that you married a terminally ill woman a few years before her death to inherit all that you now have? You know, your million dollar house that you live in and all the rest? Wouldn’t you have otherwise been a poor person like me? And, if so, isn’t that a display of reptilian mind set to do something so selfish, calculated and exploitive? You’re a Jew. How can you deny there might be something to what I am saying about Jewish inbreeding costing the Jew a portion of his humanity and why that might factor into their role in the Lennon murder and cover-up? That they may, indeed, be more reptilian than the rest of us? That some malign mutation may be in play that affects all world politics?”

Well. I think we can guess the rest. Explosive. Just a dose of me in the future, too. I could have even inserted; “Shouldn’t your theme song be “Just A Gigolo?”

Anyway, keep up the sterling work. Very proud of you. Love,

Nov. 21, 2023;

Dec. 1, 2023;

Pretty neat little thing we have here. A line of communication woven out of thin air and mutual interest. Mine is amorous, yours, I can’t begin to know, but I think you like me at least. I’m pretty sure you keep up with this section …

By the way, there is an interesting set of stories related to me and Kissinger on my main page several pages down from the top somewhere. Nixon suffered his fatal stroke just two hours after he heard me confront Henry on KABC radio in 1994(?) about Yugoslavia. Weeks earlier Morton Downey Jr, had me on three days in a row to expose Nixon on talk radio for 45 minutes in all. Did the sound of my voice two weeks later, speaking to Kissinger, who likely brainstormed the idea to kill John Lennon, scare Nixon into a stroke? I think maybe so.

Then there was the time in the late 80’s(?) when Kissinger came to my home town of Santa Rosa to taunt me on his murder anniversary, Dec. 8, only to cancel after I made a public stink about it. He returned ten months later on John Lennon’s BIRTHDAY, Oct 9, to PROVE it was all about me, and was met by a crowd of a dozen people in a room that held 500  Right before he closed his speech I stood up in front of him and said; “Mr. Kissinger, we want to know the truth about John Lennon’s murder.” He looked between his legs and muttered; “Where did that come from?” and then insinuated that I will not live to see my story break in my lifetime Maybe not his, but he died just weeks after I first ever blamed him for being part of Lennon’s murder plot last month. I’m winning on one front, at least, the karma front..

Dec. 7. 2023;

Dec.19, 2023;

I saw the suddenly sober, dour regretful, disappointed look in at least the right half of your face (Controlled by the analytical left side of the brain).

Truth be told I knew this area was a bitter culture when I awoke to the sound of hammers in a  building I was sleeping in that was under construction. The workers saw me and my bicycle and sleeping bag and didn’t say a word to me. They just started work around me. This was in Pacific Beach, Ca. in late 1981 a block away from where I would discover my evidence a year later, in fact. Had it been in Monterey a very angry construction worker would have shouted at me, I’m sure. San Diego has it’s own problems but bitterness wasn’t one of them. I noticed how living in Monterey from 1978 to 1981 had rubbed off on me in a similar overly competitive, bitter and selfish way I wasn’t before moving there.

If you examine the territory between Stanley, Idaho and Helena, Montana it is the wildest in all America not including Alaska. It’s where my parents are from. I am a wild, untamed, free spirit who will not accept the mediocrity of the soiled masses. You can’t take the Montana out of the boy, in a word. I look forward to meeting real people in the heartland and not adjusting myself to the selfish culture here that puts money ahead of life. I dodged a bullet. Besides, just listening to the  lisping of KSCO Radio’s crew and some of their callers makes me feel stupid to be there if it’s that gay and irrelevant. They seem to enjoy protecting Stephen King. I know, better than any other, how jealous the public is of any hero who dares to rear his head and go for the prize. As far as I’m concerned they have just mart

Samuel Clemmons (Mark Twain) remarked about humanity; “I pity the doctor who can never appreciate the blush of a cheek for knowing the details of what lies beneath the skin… I pity the captain who can never appreciate the tranquil beauty of a river’s surface over his knowing of the treachery that lies below that could capsize his boat. Mark Twain, in fact is a nautical term to describe the safe depth of a river to travel over.

In 1978 on the first tee at some Charlotte, N.C. country club that was closed on Thanksgiving Day I found myself defiling and defying God and renouncing him for his sadism. I didn’t deserve the troubled girlfriend I had just encountered and I blamed him for her being so screwed up. I could have been heard for a mile I was so loud about it. It’s as if God heard me and decided when John Lennon got shot that he’d let ME save the world and see how easy it is. Really!! I still pray that that asteroid wipes us out if King dies of old age before we punish him. Any species that stupid does not deserve to live. No guilt or shame in wishing that. It would be cruel for God to let us continue like that. Quality trumps quantity. Below a certain level life becomes more evil than good and we’re almost there, now. Look at your distressed teen’s suicide rate skyrocketing. It’s their way of punishing their parents for being so phony, weak and stupid, I think. Money worship slavery and religion has a way of doing that to adults.

By the way, the less is more look in your eye make up plays well with the rest of your face. It brings out your beautiful mouth more. It has a balancing effect, I’ve noticed.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New year.

Jan. 9, 2024;

Jan. 15, 2023;

I was going to delete some of the above but time is too short lately to do anything but go forward. I forgot to mention I was interviewed by Frank Morano at WABC last Jan. 4 at 1:30 to 2:00 am, eastern time. I was classic me swatting down attempts to marginalize me. His first question was King’s motive. :”Rage against his father who deserted him when he was two and a half years old…..Lennon’s father did the same thing when he was the same age but John turned out great while he was working at a laundromat trying to eek out a living as a writer…” Also, I separated from KSCO Radio last Dec, 23 for not being on the side of the truth but rather on it’s trivialization. I told owner Michael Zwerling on air that he is the reason the public doesn’t take me seriously. Etc. Utah is looking mighty nice now that I know the public is satanic, lately, her

And, still, I support R.F.K. Jr. who is wisely staying out of sight and out of mind only to pounce and steal the show, soon, I hope.

Noticing how wonderful you are and keep getting. Oh, it’s a lonely life, mine. I had a very brief mini dream last month that cut through all the angst I go through 24 / 7. A beautiful woman leading a magnificent chestnut horse approached me in a pastoral setting removed from the hustle bustle and it was a great taste of how life used to be for me, free of worries and the weight of the world. I could smell the sweetness of the nectar in the air it was so beautiful.

Jan. 17, 2024;

About marijuana. It is a substitute for companionship. A pacifier against loneliness. Besides, my lungs were talking to me (a wheezing) and it can’t be good for my $50,000.00 investment in titanium and zirconium. I couldn’t b happier with how THAT all turned out.. Even though I exhale through my nose, only. I’m almost 70 (Going on 106) and, perhaps should grow up, especially now that I have to push the news over the top. I know that, when I gave it up for three months in 2021, I suddenly looked ten years younger and saner. I saw a glimpse of me on the city council monitor Tuesday and noticed it is time to lay off as I looked as haggard as I’ve ever seen me look. I’ve been a little insomniac lately. That “flashbulb” in San Francisco and the worry about it resulting in a mailing has weighed on me more than I thought it would. I know that the politicians are angling to kill me in traffic at an intersection, likely, and want to paint a pattern of me in violation when I’m really not. I have to prevail in this matter if it materialize.

Jan. 18, 2023;

We remember Lara Logan. She now occupies the territory of alternative media since Hillary Clinton savagely had Mohammar Khadafi(?) killed that same week that Logan had the misfortune to be gang raped by dozens of Egyptians, I believe. I remember, before all that, how I lamented that she had become a Jane Mansfield poster type of girl for the military. Like a mascot, there she was, embedding with the military, almost exclusively. I thought, then;. That can’t lead to good karma, being a poster girl for the military. I was right, too

Jan. 23,2024;

Dodged a bullet last week. My valuable guitar could have burned down with my Toyota van as my driveway space landlord’s house caught on fire. Only the living room ceiling burned but she and her tenants are not allowed in until inspections take place. I advised her to establish a “go fund me” campaign if she can. I do have another valuable steel stringed acoustic guitar, a mid 70’s Gibson J-40(?), in my distant storage facility, fortunately. I picked up that thousand dollar baby at a Goodwill in Healdsburg years ago for $35., case included. It rings like a loud bell, indeed. I recall entering that store late in the day, it was raining, and a Hispanic woman brought a guitar case out from the back room and set it on display. Within seconds I was looking at it and not even sure what it was. I knew the name Gibson meant something and so I bought it. I had to spent $200. once to repair a crack my loose guitar strap mount caused but it was very minor and now it’s fine. Just sitting there, safe and sound. Had I not stumbled into that store at that exact time it would have disappeared within an hour, I’m sure.

Recently (Mid 2022) a man claiming to be Clint on KSCO Radio was found saying.” “Because you know what I know that you know that I know… You tried to get in my way when I was making movies and having sex with Salinas women…Get in my way again, punk, and I’ll blast you into the ground…” It could have been an impersonator but maybe not. Maybe he does have demons, still, about it, I don’t know. Generally, I think of him as complex, sophisticated man. A very lonely man who can’t even go out in public and be normal he’s so famous.

Regarding Utah, I may change it up a little now having learned I could move to a place near there but with a few high profile, like minded movie stars who would inevitably learn of me and even help me for all I know. It might also be a little warmer in the winter there. I’ll have to scout out both areas, first

P.S. Desantis fell short of even my expectations and I wonder was it anything to do with my sign in April of 2021 ‘DESANTIS STALKING MESSNGER” after getting a ticket (subsequently dismissed via phone court) for standing in the roadway with my signs near King’s Florida residence. It was up for a week and maybe that DID ring a bell. One other thing before I forget. During that time King, himself, tried to box me into his private roadway to his house. I was two cars lengths into it “private driveway, no trespassing”. I backed out thinking it could be a trap and it WAS KING in his black Tesla behind me having to also back up to let me get out of there. I found out from his neighbors he DOES drive a black Tesla and it looked like him as he turned his face away from me so I couldn’t see for sure. I think I’d have been shot to death, allegedly justifiably, for being near his house with my van as proof of my mischief. Self defense. Did I dodge a bullet that day? I think I did. It was my being arrested in Santa Cruz in 1995 at a bookstore during his book signing event for entering it that taught me these kinds of traps exist. I was slandered on the national news then as a stalker. Just like King had hoped. I recall the book displayed behind him in the paper the next day read; “How A House Works” Enter this bookstore and, WHAM! The irony was, he bragged to the crowd at the Civic center that night about me; “We took a few shingles off of his roof today..” Five years later he was almost killed by a van driver in Maine. The shingles, he lost, not me.

Jan. 24, ’24;

Day whatever of no pot and I am dreaming, again. Rapid eye movement deep sleep that I was missing all this time, before. Wouldn’t you know it, YOU were in my first vivid dream. There you stood from a distance in your white, satin, knee length dress getting blown up half way up your gorgeous thighs. It lasted a few seconds, only, but it was reminiscent of Marilyn Monroe’s sidewalk grate scene blowing up her skirt. Interesting, I think. A sexual overtone.  Also interesting, in 2009(?) while going through San Antonio, Tx., I noticed a stunner in jeans brushing her long hair in the sun feeling her powers and strutting her stuff all by herself in the middle of nowhere on a remote crossroads. It was an intriguing sight I still remember. I’ll let you fill in the coincidence. Along that line, though, I dreamed about Dorothy W., my first girlfriend, a year before I ever met her. I was up in Ketchum, Idaho visiting my grandparents and I had a dream about his beautiful Japanese girl who I fell in love with. A year later, there she was. Weird.

A touching memory of my first and longest lasting girlfriend; Dorothy W. was of how we paced off each other in a deserted courtyard at our high school one afternoon sizing each other up for trust and becoming vulnerable for the first time. A moment of our mutual surrender to each other. My fondest and happiest moments in life were with her. Our first kiss – a half hour long ecstasy that found us coming up for air just once, as well as our rolling in the grass in an orchard just making out for hours. We were great kissers. I noticed how I put a smile on her yearbook photo face compared to her year book photo before we met and of how it went back to blah after we broke up a year and a half later. My parents prejudice tore us apart, in hind sight. She was very beautiful half Japanese woman with a great mind, heart and soul. I was a fool. She married the guy three doors down from me as it turned out, later. My subsequent one night stands style parade – maybe 100 – took her place and I’m so not proud of that. (No STD’s along the way, by the way. Maybe a yeast related issue, once, but no symptoms, whatsoever, in 40 years).  My father was terrified I’d get Dorothy pregnant. My father was good looking doctor / playboy / cheat and I guess he mixed me up. I have since rebelled against all that and long for what I need, a real relationship. I used to be a stupid, spoiled brat. On the bright side he saved me from abortion, I would learn from my sister, recently. He was a reluctant father, yet a good father, I have to admit. Very thoughtful, intelligent and philosophical. I had a good mom, too. She was a gifted artist and a down to earth, kind and patient soul. My father took music appreciation in college and maybe his thoughts when I was conceived rubbed off on me. I think I’ve already mentioned both of our fathers were physicians.

The point being, it feels as though we are in that sizing each other up stage and letting our guard down stage, though we have yet to meet. It feels touching, too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt love like I remember it. Thank you.

Jan. 25, 2024;

…. an exhausting stage of my life, lately. The same kind of insomnia I experienced for a month when Lennon was killed that found me in alarm mode at my world, then, has reared it’s head, again, lately. That dream that included you, for example, was also rife with images of me having to escape capture and me skipping across stones and luxurious landscapes to stay one step ahead of the threat chasing me. Like navigating an endless maze with not a split second to waste or rest, constantly. The same kind of dream I experienced in 1996 the night before I defeated Stephen King’s lawyer in court in Bangor, Maine over a protection from harassment injunction. I told the judge; “Even if the injunction is granted I’d be violating it right away because my right to come forward and remove my life from danger trumps King’s right to not be harassed. In the real world he can sue me for slander or defamation but not to restrict my free speech.” I beat his lawyers and his request was denied. The Italian mobsters that protect King there, the Baldaccii’s, showed visible signs of defeat on television a few days later. Like “Wheeewww! What do we do now?” I’ve just been fatigued and out of sorts is all.

Jan. 27,’24”

Jan. 29, ’24;

Jan. 30,’24;

Whewww! I came here today to speak about mostly only you but just got off the phone with the owner of Rosine’s Restaurant and warned him not to follow through on his waiters threat to have my van impounded and arrested for my free speech activities across the street from them. The oldest establishment in Monterey, I’d hate to have to shut them down with my billboards and website, but hey have, apparently, been networking with the evil police here to mess with me. I had to inform him of my closing down Pizza Experience in Santa Rosa with just one day’s worth of billboarding in 1988. They pulled a redneck trick on me and my sign the next day read; REDNECK EXPERIENCE with their real name crossed out below. In six months they were gone. I also had to let him know that Healdsburg House in Healdsburg, who wrongfully fired me from my cook job there, pleaded  with me to remove them from my website as their business had plummeted as a result. I actually did since I knew they were sorry. Anyway, I think we have come to an understanding.

Now, on to what I came here to really say. Let me begin with a girl who’s first name is Claire. I was 13 or 14 years old and so was she. She was a bright eyed, blue eyed, blonde German beauty who was a star skier, there. I was a bag boy at Atkinson’s Market in Ketchum, Idaho. I spent two summers there with my grandparents. Talk about animal magnetism. Whenever she would come through the line my heart would race and my breathing would become panting she was so beautiful and different. The feeling was mutual and I noticed her practicing her tennis against the wall of a building just outside the market to get my attention. I was too bashful to make a first move and by the time school rolled around I was back in California. Subsequent meetings with her years later told me I was pretty important to her, after all. She and I could have been a match made in heaven, I think. She went on to try out for The Olympics she was so good at skiing.

Pitter, patter, pitter patter! I think I really am in love with you.

Jan. 31, 2024;

I’ve decided to keep up whatever is biographical here for future’s sake. I must be the real Forrest Gump / Waldo of our world and it’s all only too true NOT to keep up. Some of the rest is eligible for deletion, though. In due time.

I recall, in the Roosevelt Hospital in Manhattan in 2008, my eye almost kicked out of my head and my jaw broken by a gang of Haitians in Spanish Harlem. –  A mugging trying to buy weed there after someone tried to burn down my van with a lit cigar that burned a hole in my door panel hours before had me stressed. I came back with a flash camera to intimidate them to give me my money back only to find, not two, but over a dozen of them waiting for me. By the time the flash went off I realized I made a mistake. They got my camera, ultimately – It was the same hospital that Lennon lived his last moments on earth in. The staff told me, there, what happened to him. “He was wheeled in muttering; “Why? Why?” Then the doctor opened his chest up, like a suitcase, and he groaned and died upon that.” Was the doctor paid to do so? I think so.

I fixed my jaw by myself and my eye is only slightly the worse off for the wear that day. God’s guardian grace. I recall how I heard the jaw click into perfect place one night days later. That was the night I showered from the waterfall rain runoff from a roof on Long Island hours before. Anyway, I saw my head X-rays and my real, naked self. I looked a little like a zombie in a movie, my skin and muscles out of the way. I looked like a highly sophisticated human being, indeed. I looked pretty good for just a skeleton. Extremely intelligent I thought. I was surprised at how I really look underneath. Maybe that’s why I think you look so good au natural. I’m fascinated with the underlying truth about the world I guess.

One parting thought, today, about Claire and 1968(?) I was standing next to the Sun Valley ice rink one day and someone crept up behind me and put her hands over my eyes. “Guess who?” she spoke. It was Claire. Oh, the wealth and bounty and happiness I once enjoyed. The living was easy, the fish were jumping and the cotton WAS high. Like the beautiful Tony Bennet song “Once Upon A Time” ..the world was sweeter than we knew, everything was ours, how happy we were then….”

Now it’s only YOU I see. I’d like to see you back and you can let someone else do the media’s dirty work. I hate to say so but I think I really do love you and think we can be one someday. I deserve a little goodness in life for my efforts all this humanity serving time.

P.S. I saw a younger you in a PBS documentary about Jan. 6 last night. I thought; “My GOD!” I hope God gave her a big stick to beat off the men with. Maybe the world’s most beautiful woman, ever. Even Norma Jean had to take a back seat to how you looked just a few years ago. I still think, and will always think, you still are. “The most beautiful girl in the world.” I can only imagine YOUR diaries from those Halcion days of youth.

Feb. 2, 2024;.

Am I using you to break my story? Heavens, no. There is nothing you can do to help me, anyway. What are you going to do? Flash my website address on live T.V. and get fired? I actually WANT someone who can handle the heat and one who has proven herself to make it to the top in this competitive jungle we’re both in. I know you won’t be interested in me for my money. The fact that I’ll make at least as much as you, instantly, when I am brought forward, should quell any doubts about my motives, too. No, I’m just smitten with the bounty I see before me. Pretty much a case of boy meets girl and that uncomplicated.

The AT&T golf event seems to be suffering from the bad karma the city has earned from beating up on me lately. Rain, rain and more rain. KSCO Radio, also, has received a dose of karma just days after I confronted the owner on his show – 12-23-’23 – for marginalizing me all this time. 100 thousand dollars in storm damage on Christmas Day removing one six story tall antenna and messing up his docks. He is presently on a months long cruise all the way to Australia to hide and contemplate his actions. He admits he is a Zionist. “Trizzle, trazzle, truzzle, trone…”

I hope America doesn’t fall to the world order communist crowd before my story breaks is how I feel, lately. Go, R.F.K. Jr. or even Donald Trump. Biden and the evil crowd must be stopped. I think the people are being punished for ignoring me, their biggest hero. Jealous, unjust jackasses, anyway. Did you know that Raffensburger(?) the man who was in charge of the efficacy of the 2020 election was – get this – an ENGINEER by trade before? Who better to rig the voting machines? Pray my story breaks soon, girl. It had better.

Feb. 5, ’24;

On Friday you mentioned the man with a broken heart, the handyman helping women in his community. I felt you were implying MY broken heart. Oh, yeah, it was very broken then. I likened the experience to having a hand full of balloons on strings only to lose grasp of them all and having to put them back only in a rearranged manner than before. Kahlil Gibran wrote poetry about the subject of love that I related to as well. Anyone whose heart hasn’t been broken has never really lived, I think. Sinatra had his Ava Gardner and Adel her jerk boyfriend who never came around, too. As for Linda, after her no show in Dallas in late April of 2021, I let her family know the truth of our matter when I called her nephew to reference my latest post that included a line; “She was a hornets nest of mental problems, yes. D****** by her D**** when she was young, I guess..” It takes a family for her kind of trauma to ‘just happen’ and I let them hold the bag for a day that day. Linda, herself, seemed to appreciate that I was honest enough to sock it to ’em, too, with her final Google photo that spoke kindness and appreciation. I remember Macon, Georgia, in 1977 when I was looking for her, as a culture worthy of praying the Lord’s prayer over. Depraved as hell. I DIDN’T deserve all her problems. Neither did she. The feminine mystique I learned all about in the process. I remember diving, headfirst, into the maelstrom of it all and not taking the easy way out and blaming her, then. Even after her father, I suspect, had me falsely jailed for 10 days for trying to find her – an outlandish kidnapping charge complete with a knife brandishing me – I came to her parent’s house and SAW the tiny, eyes swollen shut alcoholic of a man. Like a crushed cigarette butt in a dirty ashtray was he. The real monster in her life. Our lives. The day I was released I just HAPPENED to run into one of her previous boyfriends while at a gas station and learned of her nervous breakdown, etc.. The things God puts me through to find out the truth. The phony police charge was an attempt to keep me from finding out her family secrets.

Anyway, I lived and learned through it and hope I’m a better person for it all.

To whatever extent I am still unhealed from it all YOU have more to offer me than you thought, perhaps.

I recall the fickleness of life the month before I met her. I met a bombshell of a woman from Erie, Pennsylvania, beautiful, blond, buxom and, well, so physically perfect, I decided NOT to bed her our first night when I had the chance begging me to. I was looking for marriage material all of a sudden, it seemed. When I returned from the 1977 Masters golf event (I am on television on Sunday on the 17th hole standing behind Nicklaus as he is hitting his 9 iron to the green) she had replaced me with a goober from hell and I learned her brains were not up to snuff, after all. He, a real loser, who was too ashamed of himself to show his face at her door when I came knocking. I dodged a bullet, I thought, and moved on, right away. That following week, enter Linda, or Danielle Phillips, as she lied to me about her name. No more Mr. nice guy that night and to bed we went. Her looks, not her passion, saved the day that night but I was skittish of her ever after. Especially after her crazy stories she was spinning. WHY? is the lingering question. I DID learn lots from the experience. It was while trying to woo her back last 2021 and I detected a wounded bird look in your face about my efforts, as if you’d rather it was YOU I was interested in. That’s what lit the fire with me regarding you. I figured the whole media must be reading my website all about it. Of all people, YOU? Well, I took the hunch and have been running with it ever since. No regrets. You just keep amazing me is all.

Jan. 6, ’24;.

Jan. 7. 2024;

One thing I’ll concede; my going from Linda to you may HAVE BEEN a little rebounding action that I didn’t consider before. Even if it was, I still feel the same as I’ve felt all this time for you. It just so happened that I was enjoying being in love and wanted to not let that part of life elude me a day longer. That chapter with her WAS finally over. With you I found a worthy upgrade, besides. It just seems that you so exactly fill the bill with me, I think. Like a bolt out of the blue from our maker to say; “Steve, are you paying attention?” I know he has been good to me in many ways in the past.

At the council meeting yesterday I recalled for them an incident involving a college room mate who bent my left thumb back while I was asleep out of jealousy over my golf career. I knew it had to be him because I caught him once ‘borrowing’ another roommates letter jacket from his closet in the wee early hours for a day. Sneaky. I detailed how he had a GTO and myself an MGB and how he later downsized to a two seater Volvo sports car only to wreck it a year later and found himself being cared for by my father. How weird he must have felt to find himself being cared for by the father of the man whose thumb he tried to damage years before. This to demonstrate how I am being protected by a super natural force and how even this worst storm in 150 years had to do, maybe, with my sign I displayed a month before; “SILENT CA. FAILING AMERICA” It was as if California, specifically, was being punished for SOMETHING. The council already knew about some other huge instances. I said of the storm; “If it makes the public even 3% closer to helping me expose Stephen King then it was worth it.”

Feb. 8, 2024;

I looked in the mirror today and I have lost 10 pounds in one month. It’s pretty easy to do. It’s just mathematics and discipline. Eat less, lose more. I’m truly AMAZED that my body hasn’t changed hardly at all in the past 25 years. Even my hair is mostly brown, not grey, and I’m 70 in a few weeks. My food intake will be very health conscious from here on, too. Fortunately I’ve only drank 1% of the average persons soda intake my whole life. Lots of sugar in the juice drinks I DO drink, though. Love the Meyenburg’s goat milk, though. My body says thank you every time I drink it. I may join a gym to get the rest of me in top shape.

No coffee from here on out? Maybe. I’m betting I will achieve my 106 years of age goal.

Money, drugs, coffee, booze, television, poor quality food and a lot of things bog mankind down and I’m going to be in a position to change the habits of millions, someday. The drug cartels will hate me, I’m sure. I’ll have to scare them off from killing me, even, and I think I can.

In 1981-1982 I got over my addiction to money, the hardest of them all. Unemployment and a 12 speed bicycle and a Sony Walkman is basically all I had to my name. It happened to be the most beautiful and magical two years of my life. I felt I was getting away with murder life was so different for me all of a sudden. Just me and my Beatles tapes and no television or radio or anything but just that and I was on top of the world.

I will surely welcome a house to live in, again, and the rest of it all someday but all in due time.

Feb. 9, ’24;

You look better last night than the night before. Love to see you in the sun, too.

It occurs to me I am detoxing from pot, and coffee all at once and I’m a little off as a result. I’ll leave out the sentimentality for now and just log the daily journal that is my life and at least document some of the wild dreams I am suddenly having as a result. They are so out of the realm of my normal imaginings I have to record them or forget them. Yesterdays dreams were so weird I already forgot them, for example. This morning I dreamed of teasing ruby throated hummingbirds at night(?) with the tip of a belt as I tried to caress them in flight with it’s tip from underneath. They seemed to know I meant no harm. Then I found myself, a stowaway, in the back section of a van being driven by someone else. Just as I was about to sneak out the van began driving somewhere as if to a rock concert or Super Bowl or Burning Man. Suddenly there were dozens of wildly painted 50’s and 40’s vehicles barreling down a road in the darkness bunched up tight like a bunch of drug fiends on a road trip. Like a bunch of Hippies. After a while it occurred to me that the driver would be opening up the back section where I was and I had to prepare myself for my surprising him. I could feel the door opening and I jumped up and shouted; “I’m Dave’s (?) friend. He said I could be here!” This man in his early 30’s looked like a drug fiend with weird cylindrical pock marks all over his face like an AIDS victim. I wrestled his wrists so as to keep him from advancing and he realized he was no match for me. He remarked; “An old duck!?” surprised at my strength. Later, a naked, young women, face front, was up on some stage, her arms over her head parading her beautiful body to all with a suggestive move from her middle to punctuate the potency of her allure. Later we were all found sitting together chuckling over how I surprised the driver who discovered me in his van. I said something like; “For a while I forgot you were even driving. I wondered had I actually kept quiet that whole time. I’ll have to hitch hike back, now, but I don’t mind..” at which point he said, while also chuckling, “I believe you, now..” At that juncture a women, perhaps the one earlier on stage, buck naked, now clothed, made a snarl with her mouth as she lurched towards me, like a jungle cat. At that point or shortly after, I awoke, too weirded out to fall back to sleep. Maybe two hours of deep restorative sleep is all I got. Detoxing is not so easy, I’m learning.

I TOLD you my dreams are weird all of a sudden. Like watching banshees fly out of my head it seems. I, apparently, am very under slept from all that pot I was smoking depriving me of restorative rest. Not to mention the effects of coffee. I’m looking forward to seeing how I really look. It was that haggard, aged, image of me on the city council monitor that shocked me into sobriety. I imagine my plan to get America off drugs someday found me empathizing with the druggie crowd in this dream. It kind of reminded me of the shirt the casting crew gave me to wear as an extra in Oliver Stone’s “The Doors”. It was a simulated grungy, soiled t shirt I wouldn’t normally wear. I felt a little grungy dressed like that. I’m usually too square to be that careless about my dress and manners and who I associate with. I was a common slob that night, though.

I’m surprised I never felt any head aches normally associated with coffee withdrawal. I only ever drank two cups a day.


Feb. 15, ’24;

Feb. 20, 2024;

“The day after the Iowa caucus John Dickerson said to her; “Is there ANYthing you can do to pull voters away from Trump and to go for the guy with more experience?” He inadvertently spilled the beans on her strategy. What he and she both know is that she is running to lose.”

Had he not cut me short out of jealousy I’d have added; “That’s how elections really work, with both sides sewn up with a designated loser like a Dukakis or a Mondale, for example, to ensure the other side gets in.”

You still have first dibs on my first interview under my conditions, of course. $10 million, up front, and re use restrictions. Live, of course, and unedited. Prime time.

I think Putin did in Navalny because he knew Biden was about to extradite Assange and he wouldn’t like the only bad guy. Either that or he wanted Navanly off the upcoming ballot or to brand the citizenry with his barbarism to make them all masochists.

…Have you heard the latest about how it (Covid vaccine) attacks the nervous system and heart etc..? Please refrain from any more government recommended vaccines, please.

Feb. 23, ’24;

Your eyes are popping for whatever reason as of yesterday. Was it something I did? I noticed, also, a sense of disappointment in me that I could relinquish the reigns over you so suddenly. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not abandoning anyone. I’m not leading anyone on. I just happened to notice how happy you looked in your wedding photos and such and I don’t want to mess anything that real up. If fate works out for us I’ll be there 100%. I doubt I could do better no matter how big I become. All the bells are ringing your name and I have to listen.

I noticed, while at Stanford the other day, I don’t feel or look anywhere near 70 years old. More like 50, frankly. My face is looking a lot better now that the THC isn’t dragging me down a hole. I can pretty much do everything I ever could as a 50 year old and don’t feel much different. From a distance I could pass for 40, I think. Certainly from the neck down. Must be all that bicycle riding I did before my evidence discovery, I guess. That or the athletic goal of becoming a golfer. Maybe it was being breast fed from a farm girl. I think 106 is very realistic, frankly.

Feb. 26, ’24;

Feb. 29,’24;

March 5, ’24;

Seems ironic that one’s brain being most active while dreaming produces a more rested person after. It does feel like I went through the mill when I get out of bed from all the dreaming, yet, I look and feel ten years younger, somehow. I’m amazed all of a sudden when I look in the mirror and see my saner face looking back at me. No more pot for me.

About the coffee detox. My innards are feeling better, too. Maybe no more coffee, ever, either. I’m sure that also accounts for my more youthful appearance. No artificial stimulation of my system wearing me out.

March 6, ’24;

Looks like it won’t be a race between Nikki Haley and Joe Biden, after all. MAYbe I had something to do with that reminding everybody she was slotted to lose on purpose to him.

I was singing in Aptos today and a man said to me. “You look different. Did you used to have a beard?” “No, I quit pot a month ago and I look younger and saner is all.” He agreed. A putting friend of mine, earlier, said the same thing. See? Your influence on me is a good thing, already. I know I can compete with your youth if I try. Thanks for the good nudge in the right direction. I feel so much better, generally, too.

About my influencing the woman of Roe v. Wade on KABC decades ago, I used the name Kevin, I think, if you want to research the archives. I never used my real name in those days I was so radioactive on all talk radio I’d have never gotten on. Mine was the one that remarked; “Abortion is less a crime against the unborn than it is against the woman, herself, who will forever after be unable to love completely over the guilt associated with her decision. It’s a crime against love, itself.” Or words to that effect. The right side of your brain seemed pleased with yesterdays post, here. You seemed a little tickled, I think.

My episode at yesterday’s city council meeting went off more explosive than I had planned. The council did everything to prolong the wait for us to be heard and I got a little peeved. I held my hand up and exclaimed, out loud; “Are we ever going to be able to speak? I’ve been waiting an hour, already.” To which the police chief who has been trying to use lies about my rhetoric during my downtown rallies came over and said; “SHHHHH!” To which I said; “Don’t SHHHH me!” When I did get up I let Leon Panetta have it remarking how; “… I hope he has a fatal heart attack or stroke THIS YEAR. It’s the only way he will ever be removed from power in this Italian mafia controlled environment that has rendered Monterey too cowardly to even buy my magazine all this time. His son’s congressional seat is also a product of this mafia control, here…” I was ticked,. all right. I also pointed out that the neighbor of where I store my van happens to be a meth and pot dealer and that this police department’s chief has an officer who is often seen visiting there. The two are friends, no less. Little trouble maker, me. It so happens, twice, lately, his department and a restaurant has been inventing lies about what I say at my rallies. I presented taped conversation of last weeks episode where they claimed I was talking about condoms. I said, on that tape; “No. Never once said anything about condoms. Did anyone here hear me say anything about condoms? (No response.) Last month they said I was using the word feces which was also a lie. I think your chief is instructing them to make up these lies about me to stop my activism.” To which this officer replied; “It’s possible.” I let that remark waft through the chambers overt their mic.

Santa Cruz seems a lot more in synch with my protest ambitions and I will given them every other Sunday to protest near downtown and get a little contest going on to see which community strikes initiative, first. I’ll have to spend money on two thousand flyers about this change, soon.

Need two new tires and an alignment in a few days. In a few weeks I’ll be able to show Social Security my net worth and qualify for supplemental Soc. Sec. An extra 50%, I think, or more.

Will be transferring my stored van to the central valley, soon, as well. My current landlady uses meth and she has been unreliable all this time, anyway. Even now, as she has suddenly lost teeth, she is still keen on the meth. Sad. Very little to do with the city’s attempts to cite her over my van and more to do with I will trust this new landowner more. I’ll pay another $650., up front . for a year for that and really show Soc. Sec. my drop in worth.

Well, let’s keep our eyes on Biden, the commie rat in our midst. Him and evil Kamala Harris. When she was Attorney General in California I went to her office in person over the multiple attempts to entrap me with stop light cameras and the first of what would become two attempts to kill me in traffic. She refused to see me that day, suspiciously. She’s a no good commie, trust me. SHE is slotted to be our first, ever, president after Biden is scheduled to call it quits in mid term to force her on us. I think.

March 8, ’24;

One other thing about my trying to age backwards. My face looks better from detoxing from pot and coffee but I notice I lack the look of being loved. The glow of love. That inner glow. I’m sure it’s because I don’t have a lover and someone to love me and hold me. That love vibration that fills one with a warm, Nirvana like hum like a tuning fork going off in your body. It’s been a long time since  I’ve had that deep penetrating glow inside of me. I’m hoping it will all come back someday when conditions change and I’m I’m not the hero left out in the cold. You know, I can’t get close to anyone, for their own protection, now. There was time when I distanced myself from all my close friends, etc.  just so they wouldn’t get too hurt if I was killed. I do regret not being in a position to have kids. Even if we were a couple and wanted to the window is soon closing unless I get famous in the next few years. I just don’t don’t think about it is how I cope. I count the blessings I do have and attach my reward system to being the lucky bastard with the biggest expose of all time under my belt. I’ll have to milk that for all the fulfillment I can get. Nobody gets to have it all.

March, 11,’24;

Let my middle brother know I know about the Buck Hunter knife he stole from my storage years ago. Told him to give it back or do without a relationship mentioning that his guilt over that makes him the problem to begin with.

I will buy a new battery for the second van and drain the tank and put fresh gas in it and see about another parking spot away from my current meth head landlady. Busy, busy.

March 12, ’24;

About my middle brother and my deceased father’s knife he stole from my storage in 2002. My father once gave me a Swiss Army pocket knife in black as a very young boy. He asked me to guess the color, first. I went through he spectrum failing to guess black. It was black. It was a bonding moment I cherish. Naturally I claimed a black Buck ‘Hunter’ model knife upon accepting his estate belongings. I KNOW this brother stole it because no one else had the opportunity to take it. His reaction to my request never denied my claim but dodged around it. It’s a personal item I want back. Furthermore, his jealousy of me is akin to the Biblical passage about a mother who puts a sheepskin over the arm of her favorite son to get his blind father’s blessings directed to him not his choice, his hairier armed older brother. This brother of mine was not as bright as me and I saw a rift develop when my father, rather the tyrant, even beat him in my presence over his ineptitude in a school homework assignment. “Why does Steve have all the brains? It’s not fair.” I could almost hear him thinking out loud. Ever since, both of my younger brothers have felt it necessary to steal things from me to get even. When I was 16(?) the two of them met up to shoot me in the head with a 22 rifle while one of them and I were hunting birds in a field. I heard the loud report from about 80 yards, felt a warm sensation near my right ear and saw a puff of dust and a single waving blade of straw behind me. It was so traumatic to know who pulled the trigger I blocked it out for decades until the brother who wasn’t supposed to be there tried to hustle me in that estate pickings. THEN I confronted the brother I suspected over the phone and it was met, again, without a denial. Years later he confided it was my youngest brother who met up with him who pulled the trigger. All these years he let me think it was him when it wasn’t. This youngest brother was beaten violently with a belt weeks after this episode for putting the scope on crooked by my father. Perhaps he intuitively, even telepathically knew what he had tried to do to me and took it out on him thinking it was about mistreating his rifle.

So there is a lot of bad history between me and my brothers that was only partly my fault as I passed on my father’s tyranny to them at times, I suppose, in hindsight. My last visit with this middle brother found him stabbing an outdoor, public, wood table with a small pocket knife in anger right next to me and I felt I should leave, and I did. He was drinking that day, it seemed

Now I realize it may have had to do with his guilt over stealing my father’s knife decades ago. And, so, I am insisting he clean up his conscience and return the item he is ashamed of stealing from me in the first place. Besides, It is rightfully mine and he should return it and admit his act. Otherwise I will feel his guilt is a wedge between us that I don’t deserve. He also lost his best childhood friend over his discovery his friend’s knife had marijuana plant residue from stealing their communally owned pot grow.. Knives seem to haunt this brother. Time he comes clean.

Another angle I wondered about is are you concerned for yourself that I want a hunting knife? No danger from me, I assure you. I stopped hunting birds entirely and haven’t killed anything bigger than an insect in over 54 years over a Killdeer bird who would not die until I had to pump a dozen pellets into it’s protesting, innocent body. That did me in for life. I am the furthest thing from a killer you will ever find. I learned my lesson the hard way, through nature. Not the kind of thing I like bringing up but I want you to know I am extraordinarily safe as a human being can get. I am more evolved than 99% of all mankind, I think.

I had an erotic dream this morning involving a blond in her early 30’s who took a shine to me and, when I drew her to me to kiss her, she gyrated in a sexual motion and we fondled each others tongues for a while before I awoke. As I told you before, I reserve any sexual thoughts about you for the future and real life situations, only. Another item I am a little uncomfortable about bringing up, but, hey, I am different and very up front about all things. Hope all this candor doesn’t rub you the wrong way. I’m a revolutionary soul and I just let it all hang out. Especially with one such as you who I have high hopes for, realistic hopes or not.

March 13, ’24;

It seems I’m getting addicted to these posts to you, lately. Just a quick note to say how young and beautiful you look. Especially yesterday in your pastel green. Are you aging backwards? You could pass for 32, I swear.  Maybe some good loving or whatever vitamins you’re taking, but I notice. I also notice how your mouth is loosening up in a good way, lately. Slightly more animated and less confined. Ten years ago I was impressed with Lindsey Lohan’s face. (No need to make comparisons. She’s probably as wild as my life is all I can say.) About that time I got on talk radio in L.A. when she rear ended a semi truck in her Porsche. She had been having multiple episodes suggesting an underlying issue. I had been noticing her father’s public pesterings about him and her and some pick up bar or something. Some kind of taunting going on leading me to think he sexually abused her as a young woman or girl. I silenced him, but good, with what I said.;” Hi. I love Lindsey from a distance like a lot of men and I’m sorry to see her having episodes and I don’t want her to get hurt….It’s not her fault that her father couldn’t keep his hands off of her..” at which point I was cut off. Pretty eyebrow raising rhetoric for the L.A. crowd, indeed. Not only did it shut her annoying father’s rants up, to this day, I think she deeply appreciated the call and maybe even recognized the voice being that of the John Lennon man.  I noticed a special, new smile on her face, after.

I heard about the Pope’s remarks about an; “…elegant demon is in our midst…” last night. I just found out that was an old 2022 quote. Had it been recent I’d have sworn he was afraid of me smashing the walls of religion after I am brought forward. My site exposes this, already, including that religion will want to brand me as the Anti Christ someday to stop me. Glad to see it was an old post. This is the same Pope who, in 2016, rallied against the border wall to trip up Trump. NOW look at the mess Biden has made with that. Maybe HE’S a demon. Anyone who would label me as one would have to be. What are they, the Catholic clergy, but a cult of pedophiles and money grubbers exploiting humanity’s weaknesses? They remind me of the pomp and circumstance the royal family ascribe to themselves. All hocus pocus.

March 14, ’24;

Well, it seems by brother is a jerk wad, after all. He has enormous anger issues (That explains his long drive ambitions hitting a ball as hard as he can) He, in fact, represents an existential threat to my life, I think. He did once and may not have changed. He and my youngest brother, even, possibly. Last week, when I recounted the episode involving Stephen King trying to squeeze me into his private driveway in April of 2021 to possibly shoot me and plant a weapon to try and kill me, this younger brother went silent for about seven seconds. Was it too close to home for HIS thoughts? He even said he was going to write King and insert an Edgar Casey passage about a part human, part beast, as if they have that in common. Maybe he is offering King a chance to do me in via himself. Sometimes life works out this way, your own being the biggest danger. Maybe the government is planting subconscious suggestions to him with a device as he sleeps, I don’t know. Not far fetched. I know all about our government’s evil ways. He has been a bad seed since he was three years old when I recognized his meanness to a girl down the block for no reason whatsoever. His real issue is jealousy of his smarter brother who had everything first as the eldest. Cain vs. Able dynamics on steroids. What a pity, what a sad case for him. That spanking the youngest got a week after they both tried to kill me he interprets as me finding ways to get them in trouble! I was first to take that scope off to bird watch, for example. No remorse for anything THEY did. Weird. This Cain vs. Able plot is right up the government’s wheelhouse. Even he can’t be this deranged all by himself. He now denies he took my knife yet admits to having that model before but lost it. That’s how stupid he is in his lies. Only our father ever bought such a knife and I know it was in my storage. He constantly brings up an episode I have no recollection of; my borrowing his bike only to get it damaged by bullies down the block one day. His one claim to justify his lifelong bitterness towards me. As I recall, I sold him my very good bikes for cheap after I outgrew them and never was without my own bike, ever. Why would I need to borrow his bike.? He’s, perhaps, confused.

Anyway, enough about my family. My eyes tested healthy, no sign of gloucoma(?) or trauma in either eye. 20/25 for the scratched eye and 20/30 vision for the one almost kicked out of my socket in 2008 with just a very slight hint of cataracts that she called normal. By the way, my father was addicted to corny jokes his whole life; “Did you hear about the wealthy oriental who went to the eye doctor? His doctor said; ‘You have a cataract.” ‘What, doctor?’ ‘You have a cataract.’ ‘ Oh, no, doctor. Rincon Continental.’  Also, about cataracts, my younger brother’s dog once had a bad case of cataracts in both eyes. I cured them completely in just six months with the magic touch whenever I’d visit. I rub an animal the way they crave to be rubbed, apparently. Another St. Francis of Asisi, I think. My scratched eye has healed completely. No scratch, now.

My main concern is the public’s masochistic state of mind. Nothing I could do different would make them care if King killed Lennon or not. They are seriously ill. Death wish sick. The very reason I wouldn’t blame God if he changed his mind about the monsters he created and wipe us out. Stephen King, in 1984, once sent me passages from his too sick for mainstream book “Rubber Monkeys” I surmise it was a reference to how flexible and maneuverable we are as a species. That evil can transform us from being once good to just pure evil. He would know with all his government handlers and psych ops geeks.

Today, while in traffic, two guys signaled for me to roll down my window. “Where’s Jesus?” I pointed to myself and said; “I may not be the second coming but I’m as close as it gets.” “I hear they’re after you.” “Who’s after me?””The satanic people are after you. I’m one of them.” “That’s too bad for you. That’s too bad for you. You’re not me.””I’m going  to  SUCK THE BLOOD OUT OF YOU RIGHT NOW!” and they drove off in their grey, compact car. I, at least, let him know his jealousy is at play in his animus against me.

March 18, ’24;

Hope you had a great St. Patrick’s Day.. My father was Irish, as well as English and Scottish. He had black hair, you have (secret) eyes. Both somewhat rarified strains.

Saw how Trump hasn’t got the half billion he needs to appeal his fraud case. Can Biden be any different from Putin? Even their last names rhyme. We’re in dire straits here in America. If  Biden claims victory it will be as much of a sham as Putin’s election yesterday. The difference between freedom and totalitarianism is spirituality, basically. There is no good spirituality under oppression. The sacredness of life and living is what’s at stake.

Saw two live plays while in Fresno. One, a group of home schooled youngsters about a fast food diner they worked at.  A total homage to Saturday Night Live’s style of comedy. Over the top histrionics everywhere. An easy act to pull off, even for the non actor in us all. The other was “Fiddler On The Roof” My sister was in that one. She once played Golda but this year just a small part. Great plays, both of them. I learned that the inbreeding among Jews is “Tradition”. In both plays I was amazed at how well so many players sang, to boot. At the same time I found myself lamenting the fact that all this hopeful enthusiasm was being wasted in dirty political waters. These poor kids as well as adults were hyping themselves up to have fun not knowing what polluted waters they are sacrificing their youth under. It had a profound impact on me. Wow! It was like watching the world trying to heal from a poorly set broken leg without even knowing it. Not dreaming they needed to have it re-broken and set properly, first. Like America moving on without recognizing that King murdered Lennon and needed to be executed, first, before they COULD move on. Underneath their smiles I sensed a lamenting in all of them that they couldn’t put their finger on. The teen suicide rate and Fentnyl epidemic belies all that. The Saturday Night Live shtick is a cry for help to begin with. I will never appear on that show if I become famous. We can’t afford that kind of triviality and mindlessness. SNL pushes bisexuality and anti heroism. I believe it’s a communist operation to dumb us all down. Other than that deep sense of lamentation, and it was profound, I had a good time. Social events wear me out, anyway. Especially a room full of hundreds of people. There are a lot of whites in Fresno compared to the rest of the state. It reminded me of America 60 years ago. There is a lot we gave up to be multi cultural and multi ethnic I had forgotten. Russia is almost entirely white. I wouldn’t want that much sameness but some shared culture has it’s merits.

By brother in law and I hit a large bucket of golf balls. I did pretty good hitting 75% of my shots long and straight with a driver. First batch in many months, too. I let Dave win at our putting match. We had fun.

Only about 11 months left to give Monterey and Santa Cruz a chance to do right by my evidence. The only downside I just learned about Utah is the nuclear fallout situation. I may HAVE to re consider where I want to grow old at. I don’t think Monterey is it, after all, though. Too selfish, materialistic, timid, boot-licking, tame and phony, I think. Where would YOU recommend? After all, my opinion is only 50 % of the matter. That is IF we work out. I know it’s a small chance, at that. I don’t want to intrude if you’re happy as you are. I do so want someone like you. I don’t know why but you fill the bill with so many of my ‘druthers’ it’s amazing.

Well, tomorrow I have to get some blue book values on my second stored 1989 Toyota van and weight the costs to fix what’s wrong with it to pass muster with my application for supplemental social security. Once I qualify I should get an additional $447. coming every month for about $1,333. @ mo.. I can make do with that, for sure. I will be busy Wednesday stitching a butterflied king sized sheet over my van cover for insulation for the central valley heat. I will also be gutting my stored van and tossing what I don’t need so I can drive it 100 miles in a few weeks. I will buy a new battery and either add some fresh gas or drain the old gas in it to get it going. It’s been over two years since I started it. I already paid the $660. for a years storage so it better.

March, 19. ’24;

…That said, my dream this morning was of me getting badly banged up in my forehead region. The kind of gash that usually accompanies a fractured skull and swelling. A zig jag six inch gash on my upper right forehead. Upon learning of it I felt no pain and there was no swelling. There were some 30 stitches. It was alarming because public jealousy may have been the culprit. I was watching the news last night and the Florida spring break fights and tumult were the theme of the setting. It was as if I were a college aged man or at least hanging out with that crowd. Before learning of my gash I was given first choice in a group setting for something and felt that strange. What was everybody feeling guilty about? Then I saw my gash and was intent on finding out how it happened. Nobody was forthcoming and I tried and tried to pull it out of anybody. It was big secret that everybody was keeping. Then I awoke.

Moral of the story, I think, is that my status after disclosure will evoke enormous jealousy in my peers and they would want to kill me over it, even. My brothers, especially. Maybe the government, even more. Maybe the king of all jealousy; Jewish Israel. I can’t think of anything I did to deserve it, that’s for sure. What else could it be? I very, very, very, rarely have such a dream, so I think it may portend something up the road I should be wary of.

As the world turns, lately, the communists are taking over our country and the public is Stockholm Syndrome about it all. How about Kamal Harris piping up yesterday; “Can you believe it? Our opposition is suggesting they will weaponize the judicial system against their enemies if elected?” As if she isn’t calling the kettle black. Last week she said it; “would be immoral…” to not allow women to kill their unborn babies. How stupid do these communists think we all are? The Soviets, Nixon warned, transpose the points to deceive us. It’s all enough to convince me our deep state has been blackmailed with nuclear war if we DON’T surrender.

I think of those teenagers last week in Fresno struggling to have fun in their over the top acting and reaching in their play. Underneath, they all know something is wrong and I know exactly WHAT is wrong. Like gasping for air after being held underwater for five minutes, so will be our unanimous reaction be to this news breaking. S-U-C-H a relief. We’ve all been S-O sick for so long.

March 26, ’24;

As one with your name on the credits you DO have some control over all that is and isn’t said on the tube. The only thing I can think of that would undo my promise to allow you, alone, to interview me, initially, is if you were to parrot the lie about Chapman or his upcoming death in prison as if that were the truth. I’d simply refuse to say it if I were you. Or allow your colleagues to say it, either. Let the absence of reporting hang like a red flag for all to confront. I knw that’s asking a lot but not really. We’re in dire straits going communist and action is needed. I sometimes see in you a deep state agent, with me, the fish on the line. Only once in a while. I hope it’s just my imagination. I would hate to see you lose out to the side of good and all it has to offer. I’m angling for more than a reporter relationship with you, anyway. You’re my heart’s desire and I ‘d hate to see you go astray in any fashion. True love is scary but hard to beat. Impossible to beat. Time we all took a stand. Look at Trump. Enduring the slings and arrows of his commie tormentors instead of flattening them with the mention of my website to put them in their place. A simple baseball hat with it on it in public would undo his troubles but he can’t find the wisdom, either. Maybe he’ll be less careless with the law from now on, I don’t know. He’s far from perfect but a better man than our enemy; Biden. What ABOUT R.F.K. Jr? Is he stout enough to take on Stephen King? We’ll see. Can you believe it? A world hiding under the sheets from a geek like him. Pathetic.

Paul McCartney I will never speak to, I promise. He must be publicly chastised for being the exact kind of celebrity we don’t need. His silence has given all of mankind permission to be a shut up, too. What a traitor he is. Ringo I may, eventually, begrudgingly, speak to, maybe. Yoko I will expose for the KGB agent / saboteur she is. The J..F.K. murder is being fleshed out as we speak with a new book that shatters the lies we were all told. Pity it took so long.

My brother, Paul is proving to be a jealous retard all over, again. He’s a fool, too. Pity for him.

A lot of depressing stuff, here, today. I apologize. I’m about to write a handout flyer for Monterey and Santa Cruz and I’m gearing up for it, I guess. Had some strange dreams, lately. One about my current van being used by a construction crew who attached an excavator to it’s roof and abused it eventually crushing the windshield with it and stuff but I’m detoxing from all the pot I used to smoke, I guess. Still pot and coffee free. Booze free, too, but that has never been an issue with me, anyway.

The locals do seem sensitive to my angst, lately. Who knows? They may come through for me before they piss me off and lose me. We’ll see.

About J.F.K.. I think the motive to kill him was either his announcement for total destruction of Russia if Cuba fired nukes our way or his anti Viet Nam stance that pissed off the defense industry. Probably the former. I think his murder WAS a coup de ta and THAT was the date we were nuclear blackmailed by Cruschev to go their way or no way at all. We’re seeing the capitulation from our deep state ever since you have to admit. King admits; a dozen times in 1981; “Beware the Jewish / communist plot against the U.S..” I think he’s being truthful, too. They are making their move in earnest, now, over the fear my story will break and save us all.

Big next several days while I move my other van to the central valley.

March 28,’24;

Meanwhile, did Putin retaliate for their mass shooting event that he blames on Ukraine’s allies (Us) by taking down our bridge at the site of The Star Spangled Banner song in Baltimore? That’s how Russia plays war, nowadays. They don’t mince with waiting, either. That’s my take on the matter that will hobble our nation for years. Could be a computer hack that disabled the barge or something else. Who knows, yet? You can be sure this EXACT contingency plan has been on their books for years, now. They have many contingency matters on the books to do with hobbling us. “Oh, say can you see?

March 29, ’24;

April 1,’24;

Thirty fourth anniversary of Paul McCartney’s live endorsement of me at the 1990 Berkeley concert.;’…Yeah, Steeeeeeeve! 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. Oh, yeah, the dream; free at last, free at last, thank God almighty free at last…” Nobody heard it, not even me in the eight row. I had it on tape and noticed it a few days later or I’d have no idea. Pretty pathetic effort on his part.

My 2024 Easter Day experience.; (By the way, did some extensive deletions today.)

All excited about transferring my ’89 Toyota van to the central valley. Had all my ducks in a row. At the last minute I remembered to bring along my AAA tow card in case anything happened to me along the way. Good thing as I needed a tow of 100 miles. To start the day off I cracked a rib after tripping over a mat that covers the gas station’s large holes to their tanks while adding air to my tires. I actually heard the crack of my rib after landing on my left arm. Only minimally painful it turned out. Nothing I can do about it but baby it for a month until it heals. Breath deeply to make sure it sets well. Then, just minutes into my trek, I noticed my heat gauge creeping up to the point of danger and I had to pull over on the shoulder of the freeway just eight miles into my trip. Just what I needed. The best way TO attract a CHP officer and me with no insurance on that van or registration sticker. I did have a one day transfer pass, however. I quickly resumed travel and noticed my gauge going down., Wheww!, I thought, until it went back up again and I pulled off the freeway near an off ramp exit. I found a man who drove five miles to fill my empty gas can with water to see if I was low. I wasn’t. I called AAA and the driver refused to make the tow to my 100 mile away destination. He tried to lose me after he agreed to follow me for five miles and I had to back up !/4 mile on the shoulder to see what was going on. After a dysfunctional, on their part, conversation with their dispatcher I arranged for another driver to meet me at a service station  a few miles away. An hour after I left my Ray Ban Club Master sunglasses on the counter on a potato chip display at a drive in I found them there. Miraculously! Whewww! While waiting, another already parked tow driver advised me my water was bad from the long van storage and I’d need a power flush and new fluid, eventually. I HOPE! The new driver arrived and I talked his ear off about how prolific I was, my avenging as well as beneficial angels, etc,  etc., and tipped him $8. for his troubles of driving me 100 miles on Easter Sunday. I drove the last 7 miles to my new location and covered my van and got one resident there to drive me two miles to the 152 highway to hitch hike. An hour and a half later I got a ride of 30 miles to Los Banos from a couple who refused my offer for money. My sign read; 152 WEST I’LL PAY YOUR GAS. After learning of a Denny’s restaurant down the road a mile, and while walking with my back to the traffic, my sign displayed behind me, a Mexican couple and their daughter pulled up over a curb and onto a dirt field (The least likely of all points to pull over) and agreed to drive me to Salinas. I agreed to pay them $30. to cover their gas. Otherwise I was about to hang out all night at Denny’s and ask patrons as they left if they could help me. Again, I let them know how important a figure I am and all my exploits and my Lennon expose and that they must think they have picked up a crazy person hitch hiking to say all these things but they were all true. I gave them a good story to tell their friends. I beseeched them to contact me so I could return the favor after I’m famous if they need, say, $10 grand for anyone’s college education, someday, and not to be bashful about it as I’d be too rich, anyway.  It turns out they were NOT visiting their relatives in Salinas but did all this just to help me out. A round trip that cost them some $40 dollars in gas, I’m sure. No sooner did I give them $30 dollars and exited their truck at the Salinas bus depot did I board the last bus that night to Monterey just 40 seconds before it left. Otherwise I’d have walked three miles to another Denny’s to spend the night there. PERFECT KARMA and timing on Easter Sunday. Then I walked three miles uphill to my other van. My last landlady, whose driveway I vacated, left three boards with several large nails sticking up for me to injure myself exactly where she knew I’d walk in the dark to put my other van cover in her back yard shed. One DID puncture my shoe but not my foot and it made me glad I was out of this meth head, crazy person’s life. She dented my other van in spite, three times. Had to pay me $300 once for it. too, and stole my battery under my van once and other weird stuff. She was a complete bigot about my slogans on my van and my cause, besides. She was fired from Safeway for stealing THREE TIMES in a month! She’s losing her teeth over her meth habit and her house almost burned down as she slept. Her other tenants put out the ceiling fire and she and her tenants were evicted for months, now, while the city fixes her house up with code measures, etc,. Her BAD karma for injuring me along the way, I think. After I left her driveway I noticed a foul smell of burning oil coming from my van a half hour later for the first time and suspected her of sabotage, even. Right after I called her the next day about it and the nails she left in her yard on boards sticking up, I realized my tilted, nose up parking angle caused my already leaking steering box to drip onto hot parts of my van and I left a voice mail explaining this and apologizing for suspected foul play. In spite of all her evil deeds, earlier,  I gave her some of my valuables I couldn’t store anymore. As I went to bed that night in my van and watched a special drama depicting Jesus’s last days I realized that I, too, am up against the phony world of money over proper living. How money ruins the minds of those who worship it and how they fear and loath the righteous who don’t. Nothing new under the sun.

My Easter Sunday adventure. About my recent deletions, boy, am I a lost, lonely soul ranting on and on about nothing and mostly myself. I am a changed person now three months out of pot and coffee, etc. If I turned you off with it all I apologize and will try to use my new found sobriety and growth to make up for it all. I will refrain from sentimentality until you are in a position to reciprocate. I have to make the fact that Stephen King murdered John Lennon important to a lost society who will lose if they don’t soon agree with me and not get lost, myself, in the process.

April 15, ’24

….I must say, however, that my plea not to comment on ANYTHING to do with Chapman, should the subject come up, is equally serious. In hindsight, it was when Linda responded to my van, 2-2- ’21, with the comment; “So, why do you care?” that made me realize that she was not for me, after all. It was SHE who propelled me to bust the Satan’s cult I am busy busting ever since she devoted HER life to busting a Macon, Georgia Satan’s cult when I knew her. How dare SHE pooh pooh what I am doing now. I wasn’t even sure it was her at the time she said it but I knew that, if it was her, she had changed too much to be a match for me, now. Maybe that’s why I gave her the bum’s rush against all my previous feelings about her. Subconsciously. Were you to step over what you now know about me and my evidence I’d feel the same way about you, I fear. If anything I’d ask you to refrain from commenting on the subject and prohibit your colleagues from doing the same. Just let it’s absence spell out what’s going on is all I’m asking. You shouldn’t have to corrupt America with evil  propaganda. You’re where the rubber meets the road. Be responsible and don’t sell us all out, please.

Other than that I have been too busy making sausage to be good company, lately. My latest billboard on my van reads; “JEALOUS U.S. OBSTRUCTING MESSENGER” The one I will ad today will read; “YOUR APATHY ONLY PROVES YOU’RE EVIL” or, perhaps; “YOU’D ALL CARE BUT YOU’RE EVIL”  or; “YOUR SILENCE IS EVIL INCARNATE” Still mulling it over as I write this.

I will be changing dentists since my last deep cleaning with a high powered something temporarily damaged my left ear’s hearing. So loud I had to put my fingers in my ears at the time. This same dentist tried to switch from Zirconium to porcelain and steel when I got my lower partial screw in. It was so stupid looking ( No gum coloring below.) he HAD to replace it with Zirconium. Instead of telling me it was permanent he kept silent. Now there is no extracting it for any reason. What a loser. Saving $5 K isn’t for free, apparently. My uppers are removable if necessary. I was wise to go first class with the uppers, at least. This latest hearing loss had to do with pressure in my head requiring me to pop my ears for a week until it abated. Thank GOD I can hear equally again. Meanwhile, I will hope the new dentist has the ability to save a molar in question.. I prefer an implant to any root canal procedure which usually go south, eventually.

My other van hopefully just needs a water flush and replacement to be like new. (Maybe a bad thermostat?) Meanwhile it is fitted with a “Club” steering wheel device so it can’t be stolen. I keep it for storage and historic value should I break my story some day. It’s over 100 miles away from Monterey in a large field and ranch house property. It’s a race horse beauty, I must say, visually. Racing yellow on black with a ten foot long website logo on the sides, black over yellow. New motor and clutch and suspension and such. Just a few minor dents to fix to be like new.

Three months of being pot free is rewarded with nightly dreams worth remembering. I also look ten years younger and saner. My other brother called me last month sounding almost suicidal and delusional he is so baked with THC overload. He SAYS he stopped drinking, I doubt it, though. I left a voice mail, after, to tell him to return my knife and clear his conscience and lay off the pot for his own mental health.

My brother in law who claims I am delusional about Stephen King admits he believes in’ The Rapture’. Has he seen the tribulations of Lori Vallow and Chad Daybell? Or Dumbell? WOW! I hope Utah isn’t weird like that if I have to move there. I’ll stay away from Salt Lake City it’s so religious.

My rib is almost like new, again. Day 14 was particularly painful as it cemented itself up, good. Now I can almost swing a golf club again. I look at it as an upgrade. Healed bone is stronger than before and maybe I will gain a few yards in the aftermath.

About Israel; they fell right into Hamas’s plan to retaliate with fury and bury themselves as genocidal monsters for the world to hate. The ONLY thing Biden and I agree on is for them to not retaliate further after Iran’s feckless barrage for what Israel did, first, to them. I think, if they don’t back off, they will; be nuked down the road, once and for all. I was on Dennis Prager’s show this morning and sang a ditty I once sang to New York City in 1992; “Hitler’s chip on our shoulder, crucifixion guilt, we can do no wrong, YOUI’RE all anti Semites.” At least he takes opinions he differs with.

Pity what Biden and the F.B.I. are doing to Trump and America. His lawyers must be on the other side’s take not to successfully get a change of venue and enforce discriminatory prosecution charges. Oh, well. Only my expose can save us all, anyway. Be good.

P.S. Some good news; My supplemental social security increase ups me to about $1,300. @ mo. from only $884. @ mo. I can actually live on that.

April 17, ’24;

First of all. thank you for being in my life, albeit via technology, and for giving me back my humanity to the extent having someone else to think about offers. Thank you for being a worthy object of my desire and for being you. You capture so many of the things I value in a woman and you should take a bow for that. Lord knows I am a picky, very selective man. These past few years have healed me in many ways just watching you in action. My life is so filled with the drudgery of life and everything wrong in it and you were and are a welcome respite from all that.

Now the grizzly part. As a Pisces I am want to be too forgiving and easy going about things Lately I have noticed myself insinuating my politics in your sphere of life, suggesting you NOT comment on Chapman if his death in prison or even his parole hearing comes up in the news. Including your colleagues, too. I have done so twice, I notice, and so I must decide where I stand on things. As we both know I want you to be my first major interviewer after disclosure. I would demand $10 million in advance, that it be live and undeleted and have rebroadcast provisions made.. We all know that I would not go forward absent any of those things. The news today is this. I am sure that I would withdraw all my promises along those lines, even for twenty million dollars, should you betray America and comment at all on Chapman from now on. Including your staff that you are an overseer for. If that gets you fired you’d be better off, anyway, and in a position of honor and grace and you’d be a hero for it and probably end up wealthier than had you just sat and parroted the party line. You’d be a national hero of the media and not a villain deceiving us all. You’d land on your feet, I’m sure, and so money should not be a factor in whatever you decide to do. It IS YOUR decision. I’ve made mine, already, here.

Let’s talk about the media and your bosses. I think the government should not have it’s hand on the scales of news. Period. National security is their phony argument to allow them TO undermine our nation and our security, truth be told. Are we better off with the Kennedy murders and M.L.K. and John Lennon? No, we’re nightmarishly WORSE off, by far, for it. The Soviets were part and parcel of all that deception, then. Now we have Israel killing Lennon just to remove his voice before Israel took out Saddam Hussein’s nuclear facility in 1981. It’s that cold, cut and dried and wrongheaded. Lennon was far more important than propping up a propped up nation to begin with. No other religion has such a deal. Neither should the Jews. Our backing Israel has everything to do with continuing the Crusades. The Jews hate America and we hate them, underneath it all. It’s all phony baloney. My understanding is that they are aligned more with Moscow than D.C.. But what do I know? the greatest living detective who solved Lennon’s assassination by accident? It was more than just that. Nixon had a vendetta and so on, to be sure. Point being SOMEONE in your industry has to take a stand and stop this nightmare of a bargain between media and big brother. SOMEBODY HAS to take a stand and I would hope that it would be you.

You can tell your bosses that, as Steve Lightfoot’s first interviewer, they’d be better off than the alternative. The alternative is for me to NEVER have ANYTHING to do with the major networks if I have to break this news all by myself under a barrage of lies and stumbling blocks. Things I have endured for far too long. I am content to never make my four part movie to NEVER write or sing original songs to NEVER be famous at all. To remain poor and overlooked. My feeling is that I’m too old to care about all that, anyway, and I, frankly, don’t feel this sick species deserves what I have to offer, so I’m good with that outcome, in any event. I cannot be bought. I cannot be persuaded off what I do. Pity people in your monied position can’t do the same.

I’ve made up my mind. All deals once promised are off if Chapman crosses your lips or even the lips of your colleagues except in the context of his decoy role to allow King to pull the trigger and fool us all. I hate to be so harsh but I must be so harsh. I know, in my heart, I will never be able to trust you again should you sand bag me with more propaganda about Chapman. After all these years, lately, of me appealing to you in a romantic way. Not writing me back to say thank you for the tapes I sent you is one thing. Betraying me, now, is another thing entirely.

Eventually I will prevail with my expose. It’s YOUR decision whether I EVER have ANYTHING to do with your bosses or big media. I’m not asking you to expose my findings. I’m asking you to NOT play ball when Chapman comes up in the news. Let the other competition do the government’s dirty work. I won’t have feelings for you if YOU do. If things get dicey you can say the truth; You are not obliged to knowingly lie to the public no matter what your contract says. I prefer to see you emerge as the one good person in media who changed the world in this respect.. If not you, WHO? Would I marry you if you did all that? Most likely. Would I let you stay in the marriage you’ve got if that’s your wish? Most likely. Would the major media lose out any other way? Most likely. I know I hold the big cards in todays play. I have the power to make or break the media as we know it. I’ve made sure that, even if I am killed, I will achieve all that I hoped for. I already know I will have more impact as an overlooked mega hero than a recognized hero, anyway. I don’t need money or the trappings of our sick society. I have a nobler goal in mind. I hope you do, too.

Meanwhile, I love looking at you and knowing what I know about you as you are. It IS decision time and I hope you make the right decision. Be good.

April 20, ’24;

Had a fender bender yesterday involving a young man perhaps kissing his girlfriend while driving her to the airport in San Francisco. He plowed right into my practically stopped in the middle of the street van while negotiating a Y turn on Chestnut Street. Minimal bumper damage. I plan on getting matching paint this week while in Sacramento and doing a quicky fix it job on that spot until liability is decided in my favor as it should be.

About my last post on zipping it regarding Chapman. I hope it sinks in, now, how evil telling America ANY lie really and truly is. It is no small matter at all. Soul damaging and not worth it. Judy Woodruff, once my protestations alerted her to the fact that the Chapman PBS documentary she hosted was a lie, QUIT and had her likeness completely removed from it. It died it’s own death a year later. Good for HER! Baba Wa Wa, on the other hand, for her evil role in her Chapman interview AFTER she got my magazine handed to her secretary in person in 1992, died with only this said about her after; “I remember how livid she got when a little girl told her she didn’t know who she was..” I heard it on talk radio. That was her lone send off from the public. See?

About me? Boy, having just deleted a bunch of bitter bull crap from my site I see I need to get help once I am brought forward. Years of therapy, probably. I have a lot of issues to deal with, don’t I? I can see things clearer now that I’m not stoned on pot. Thanks for inspiring me to get off the pot, girl.

April 29,’24;

I will spare you the grim details of my mind’s preoccupations lately. I have to out my two brother’s second attempt to kill me – that’s right – not paranoid, and show the public how a little bit of that Cain mentality exists in all of them towards me, my jealous brothers merely being the full blown version of it. It’s all a few pages down from the top of my editorial page. Still at the “sausage factory” making sausage, I guess. The grim task I have of being the messenger. Instead of sex, pretty women, money and materialism and comfort – the trappings that fool all of fallen society – I have the tantalizing preoccupation of solving our moral dilemmas. I just have to enjoy the opportunity before me as I can’t ride that horse forever. It has it’s rewards. I suppose.

About me and you. You and me. It started when I realized how important having a woman to love was to me. You expressed, in my mind at least, an unexpected interest in me one day while I was romancing Linda and that really hooked me and I’m glad it did. Unlike the rest of life that got more boring with sobriety from pot you did not. You’re still hitting all the right notes and fill all the bills for my needs and wants. That you’re married doesn’t deter me. Just following my heart. That’s all, for now.

May, 2, ”24;

Deleting a lot of bitter bull crap from my site today. Many pages, in fact. Need to do so in increments or I’ll lose the good stuff I worked hard to learn.

Don’t pity my van lifestyle. I work very little rearranging things to do so compared to the work most other people do. In hindsight I’ll look back on these days as golden days of bliss and simplicity, in fact. There is so much unnecessary stuff in most of our lives, really. I hope the stuff about my brothers hasn’t put you of too much. It’s necessary unpleasantness is all. They had it coming and need a kick in the rear to get their heads on straight.

I think you could let your hair grow a few more inches ( 3 – 8 inchs.) and look bomb, too. Why not?

I’m feeling secure with my latest billboard; “SAVING YOU BRAINWASHED PHONIES” It hits a home run like very few slogans I’ve ever made. Bullet proof in its message. The natives are more introspective and prone to navel gazing than in the past.

I do look forward to the day I am in my real element and huge as can be. Then we’ll see how old I am and how ridiculous a match we are. I must admit, however, my hair is getting grayer by the year. The good news is I can’t wait till it’s all white and I look even better for it, after. Being so special a person as I am I think you’ll like what I have to offer, actually. I healed my brother’s dog’s cataracts, believe it or not. Who knows what other talents I possess? I just know I have a good feeling about my being attracted to you. Let’s hope it becomes a mutual thing.

May 3, ’24;

I want to say that if you can avoid getting any more Covid vaccines I’d appreciate it. Wayne Root of KSCO evening talk radio has a sponsor that can detox you from the spike proteins, in fact. So much bad news I’m hearing from that vaccine. Like the government has planted a death bomb in us all. I, of course, am too worldly to get that vaccine. I am aware of the government’s malevolent mind set. I got Covid once in 2020 and haven’t gotten it since. MY defense mechanism worked better than any vaccine, apparently. I understand that my age group born in 1954 is the group expected to live the longest of us all. After 1954 that statistic goes down. It’s as if the government did something in 1955 to shorten our life span to avoid paying us social security. I’m serious! So, you see, we are not that far apart in years, after all. I was breast fed by a Montana farm girl, besides. I have all the advantages going for me, I guess.

I listened to one of the tapes I sent you last night and realized I was pretty good, after all. Even then. You have the Sure Mic, not the Seinhouser. They’re both equally good in different ways. I understand how it is that my idealism is my trump card. My edge over the world. I feel more than others. I am more raw to life, I think.

I did some more deletions in our section today. I had a good day at the Goodwill bin outlet. Rod McQuen C.D.’s and tapes galore. Glenn Yarborough, too. My windshield is to be replaced today from a year old rock thrown on a freeway. It’s insured. My other bumper tap in Venice, Ca. last year went in my favor and I am not at fault. I’m hoping for another good outcome with the one last month in San Francisco. I will be painting my van from yellow to flesh tone in a few months now that I have enough income to do so. Too many people were confused with the yellow thinking my site read lemon murder Flesh tone really stands out and impresses the viewer with my humanity, besides. Notice the perks you’re getting. Missing work to do so but, hey, I can’t watch you every day. Congratulations. Writing about the crack down with the student protests on my main site. Check it out. About ten or so pages from the top. Longer hair for you? I blocked off your tips and noticed how great you would look that way. You also look great with your hair up Audry Hepburn style, too. Your ears showing. Beautiful ears you have, my dear. My mother looked a little like Audry Hepburn. My dad looked a little like Padrig Harrington of the PGA tour. A cross between George Peppard, James Garner and Gergory Peck. Black hair, brown eyes. Myself? More a cross between James Garner and Richard Goldblum of Juraissic park fame. My dad was better looking, I think, than me. He a fidelity issue as a result. Something I learned to not follow in his foot steps as a result. I’m aware of the treasure trove found in true love, frankly, Not that I don’t have a lot of lust in me, I do. I just appreciate the value of one on one relationships.

May 7, ’24;

Well, of course, you did great. I just shy away from shop talk to keep your I.D. a secret. I noticed a “Hey, Steve, how’d I do? Aren’t you going to let me know?” look in your eyes yesterday. Great questions and comebacks, etc.. That’s my girl. You are reason I describe your shop as being more balance than the rest. Still waiting for your hair to grow.

Thanks, again, for nudging me off the pot. I dream every night and I know it’s better for my teeth and body in general, but especially my mind. Just before a car starting woke me up I was in the middle of a boy and girl conversation with a woman. She said; “DUUUDE” and I replied “CHIIIICK” then the car next to my space woke me up. Somewhere in another dream me and some partners had somehow managed to get a bag worth many thousands of dollars we hid in the ivy growth to retrieve the next day. It was so hard keeping a low profile getting out of the ivy field I decided we should go and get it, now. Then I woke up. That was yesterday morning’s dream. So I look forward to my dreams instead of getting high.

My two younger brothers angst about our childhood has be second guessing my personality then. Was my father an oppressive S.O.B.? Yes. Too often, I’m afraid. Did that cause me to take it out on them? Maybe, a little. I was pretty gifted, though, too, and I’m sure that was an even bigger peeve of theirs against me. Paul will have to return my knife and admit he stole it, though, before we can resume any relationship. For HIS own good. Michael needs a break he’s in such bad shape, however. I suspect my avenging angel, that I have no control over, is responsible for whatever bad luck they want to blame me for. Their bad karma for ever trying to kill me when I was only 16.

I may send you a new tape of me doing Lennon acoustic style, sing a long style, and other karaoke with just me and a few other sig along artists; Bobby Darin, etc. We’ll see. Listening to my old tapes to review them. lately, has given me Steve Lightfoot fatigue. I know I need work, still, Let’s put it that way. Hopefully I will be a shine better than you last heard me.

Keeping these entries short and sweet so as to save space and the need fore so much deletions, later.

May 9, ’24;

My middle brother’s birthday. Tried to call but no one answered. I wanted only to help him quit pot so he can think straight again. Speaking of which, my once handsome good looks have finally returned. It took four months of no pot but that seems to have done the trick. Not having my old handsomer than average self was troubling, I’ll admit. It can only get better I think. Once the cloud of worry over my life is removed I can’t wait to see what happens. I will have to trim MY hair judiciously – a little – so it looks proper. Mine is longer than yours, believe it or not. I know it’s a chore having hair land in one’s mouth all the time and such, but I think I look better for it. As for you, well, more of you can only be a good thing. Glamour up, I say

It takes me exactly one hour to make a new sign. My latest; DEMAND DISCLOSURE OR SUFFER. I find it only takes a week or two for the whole area to get my drift so I keep adding new messages. USE ME OR LOSE ME, CALIFORNIA will no doubt, arrive eventually.

I  what message will give them the most power MY WEBSITE ON THEIR BANNERS.

I’ll be having my innards explored as it’s been about 30 years since my last check up. I notice my skin it sensitive to nylon and other irritations. I have to stay ahead of the Massad trying to spike my food, I think. Oh, and about my anti Semitic rants, lately. The world NEEDS that information, frankly. They have a serious screw loose. Fact! I’m just the diplomat to get them back to normal once I have the stage, too. The world needs a dose of my frankness, frankly.

May 13, ’24;

Happy Mother’s Day yesterday. (Libraries were closed or I’d have been more timely.)

I will refrain from “us” for the time being. I sense I’m not appreciated enough.

We’ll see how well you do when you’re asked to betray us with Chapman B.S. when your bosses ask. Your future with my interview(s) depends upon it. We’ll see where your wisdom and priorities lie. Your character, mostly. The whole world is full of Satan until I am brought forward, I suggest. I’m not missing out on anything or culture worthwhile until then.,

I visited U.C.L.A. today. Read all about it a dozen or so pages down from the top of my main page. My billboards read; “STEPHEN KING MUST DIE – FIND OUT WHY” and; “DEMAND DISCLOSURE OR SUFFER” alternately

P.S. The CHP ticketed me Thursday one hour into my road trip to to L.A.. “Swerving” from my lane. I claimed high winds blew me sideways (40 mph gusts, in fact). He then exited the freeway ahead of me, waited to again follow me and pulled me over a  second time, watching me as he road next to me, for “playing ” with my watch. How does one “play” with his watch? I was listening to my tape recorder I held up to my ear to hear our taped conversation minutes before. I tried to show him my phone was last used hours before but he declined to inspect even though he suggested, earlier, that was my probable behavior to veer sideways.  All, again, on tape. No ticket. He claimed he was on his way to a woman having a heart attack. We”ll see if there was any woman with a heart attack call. I will demand the two minutes prior to being pulled over are intact on the dash cam thumb drive or have that evidence dismissed due to my claim I was shadowed for several minutes showing a stalking method to entrap me. On both instances. I will also introduce another CHP set up ticket (Dismissed) on April Fool’s day in 2019 where he erased the two minutes prior that would have showed him parked waiting for me to drive. Cowardly, boot-licking state vs, the hero, again. He (The current ticket.) also claimed; “What sign?” on my van he claimed he couldn’t see. Big as life. When I asked him how long he was behind me the first time he replied; “I don’t know.” Right.

May 15,’24;

Down in Pacific Beach where I discovered my evidence 42 years ago this July. Singing a cappella to my Walkman with my website address sign an the one that reads; “SAVING YOU BRAINWASHED PHONIES” What  a bullet proof sign THAT one is. Everybody seems to have heard about me and know who I am within a split second. I must focus on calling out the public; “HIDEOUS PUBLIC PRO COVER-UPP” for example

Hey, I may be 70 going on 55, but my eyes are somewhat normally spaced. I notice yours are magnificently wide set. Opposites attract? Predator and prey match? Seems so, so far.

I’ll do fine, regardless. Would be nice, though, to be with you long term. That being said, as I said, I’ll be toning down the “us” part for now. I know when I’m not appreciated. “Nowhere man can you see me at all?”

Oh, well, yesterday the CHP in Encinitas teamed up with a driver in a white truck who kept stopping in the middle of the street and speeding up when I tried to pass him. Three times, all witnessed by a motorcycle CHP cop who pulled me over after I almost clipped him the third try with him in my blind spot. No ticket, but see how desperate evil Joe Biden is to stop me? Set ups being laid down my path to glory.

I found out there WAS no woman with a heart attack as the other officer last week claimed. I checked. So, see how much better my defense will be after I move the case out of county since Monterey has a vested interest in refusing to grant my agenda claim against them? I doubt the other officer will even show after he gets wind of all I have discovered and can prove about wind gusts that day. His trying to see if I was on my phone, later, in a second targeted stop, and claiming I was “playing” with my watch when he saw no phone, and his not wanting to check my phone record to show it  was last used hours earlier? Joe’s getting desperate.

I still liked you in case you’re wondering.

May 28, ’24;

Too busy making sausage to talk right now. Can’t wait until you and all the rest of all of you are saved by this story. I’m happy making sausage right now. Check out my latest front page post.

P.S. and the recent update today 5-29-’24.

June 3, ’24;

Well, here I am, (6-5-’24) just a few minutes past opening time for the library at the very earliest convenience, undoing whatever it is that may or may not have found you absent yesterday. In truth, I was going to undo whatever it was today, anyway. I just wanted to take a peek at you, first, to make sure you had read it. Seeing you absent hurt me to think I hit that tender a spot. My whole angle was to communicate with you about so important a thing and not have to wait maybe years to do so. I knew I was taking a chance in the fishbowl that is my life and treading on sensitive ground with you and I’m so sorry if I hurt you in the process. No hurt intended. More like healing is what I had in mind. Sunlight is the best antiseptic, they say. No need to hide and hold onto things. Better to flesh them out and put them behind, I say. Nothing to harbor guilt or shame over, I assure you. We’re all on your side, anyway. …I will respect your privacy better from now on.

I noticed that you were the only one not gloating on Thursday afternoon over Trump’s convictions. In the last seconds that day the look on your face even said; “Steve, what is going on? What have we done? What dark alley did we all just walk down?” regarding the Trump “Deep State” conviction. Wish I could say the same for M.G. and M.B. Are those huge paychecks really enough to sway one so ridiculously sideways from reality? I’d not be one to sell my soul to impress my bosses with expressing their views via smug smiles. Your restraint only serves you well in the public’s eye. I’m sure you’ve noticed how the PUBLIC is on Trump’s side already. Bigtime. Like I told my sister that day; “I think it will all blow up in Biden’s face.” It is.

Strange day, Thursday. I plugged up my ears with paper towels to save my ears as I drove with my windows down in the heat towards Berkeley. Symbolic of the news of the convictions I was unaware of being spewed at that moment. Then, later, while watching a documentary about bison, while watching one young male slightly hobbled from a rut with a bigger male gone awry seeking refuge and nourishing grass to rebuild itself, I heard a painful series of dog yelps right next to my parked van. I looked outside and saw a white adolescent Pyrenees dog who was struck by a car and apparently injured in the lower spine. Desperately injured, I noticed how quickly it ceased it’s yelping after a minute and crawling out of the roadway with it’s front paws to avoid a passing truck. I guess it knew it was all for naught the injury was so bad. Brave dog, I thought. I had to wonder was the guilty motorist too busy reading my billboards on my van’s rear side to see the dog? Was the dog investigating my van sensing it was occupied and also distracted? It was only a ten mph impact. The people were TOO subdued, reserved and polite, including the owners. It was  a rich neighborhood at the top of Berkeley and I hope surgery saves it rather than being put down. That I was watching a show depicting a suddenly injured bison struck me as prophetic. I LOVE dogs. More than people, I think. I wonder did the dog sense my empathy through my window and cease it’s yelping over that fact. What rhyme or reason? Was it to cement in the motorist’s memory the messages on my van that may have caused it.; “DEMAND DISLCLOSURE OR SUFFER” and “SICK PARENTS PROTECTING STEPHEN KING.” This community that was humbled into submission from the 1980’s when I showed them up with my message that they were too weak to address. I just don’t know.

Inappropriate to comment on anything else right now. See you soon.

June 5, 2024;

Looking back I have had a lot of traumatic experiences like the above one was. Perhaps the most memorable was the time the students at U.C. Berkeley laughed with jealous, squealing glee at the news of my father’s suspicious, fatal plane crash; “Goody, goody, Mr. Bigshot. That’ll teach you to be a hero. They got your dad. HA!” That kind of universal, suppressed squealing that I heard from many in the crowd. Exactly like the scene in “Carrie” where the room is spinning like a merry go round as Carrie stands drenched in pig’s blood on stage, the room laughing at her, everyone’s face spinning, the room spinning, that is what I saw before me. Sproul Plaza and everything before me spinning as I processed the madness of the crowd who could be so cruel and sick.

In 1978 I avoided gang rape at the Macon County jail. Linda’s father had, apparently, hatched a scheme to scare me away from Macon and his secrets alleging attempted kidnap of her. Ten days later, the sham apparent, I was released. I had been there a few days, mostly sleeping off days of frantically looking for her, when one night at about 2:00 a.m., I noticed not a sound in a room with twenty men. Translation? Everybody is wide awake and aware of something. I must be that something, I thought. I instinctively jumped out of bed, grabbed a mop and began rattling the bars with the handle until the warden was before me rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as I demanded my own cell. He knew his life was in the balance if he did not. I remember a 6’8″ black man shouting for hours through the wall over his frustration, after. I was lucky. It’s one reason I put Linda in the rear view mirror, too. Pre ordained to make that possible? Maybe. It WAS WEIRD that I learned important things about her after running into a former boyfriend of hers the day I was released just getting gas.

Then there was the time my brothers tried to kill me with a scope rifle, the bullet just grazing my right ear from about 80 yards distance. I thought at the time it must have been Paul. Decades later I would learn that Michael had joined up with him that day and pulled the trigger. At the time, though, it was too much of a horror to contemplate. I blocked it out entirely for all those years. Only Michael’s subsequent attempt at thievery over my father’s estate belongings many years later rekindled that suppressed memory about Paul, I thought. I confronted him over the phone with the memory and he half way admitted it. It would be years later that I would learn that Michael was the trigger man. I forgave them both the day after we buried our mother’s ashes in Tahoe.

The first time my father ever spanked me I remember. My thought; “Are you REALLY going to spank me?” Is all I remember. It made no sense. There were dozens more with the belt and his overbearing tyranny in the years to follow and I even developed a stutter when I was a teenager over it all. In fact, it was his tyranny that I passed onto my brothers, unwittingly, that triggered their resentment of me, I now think. That and their jealousy of me.  Did I mention my father was a reluctant father? Me being the first born was the cause of him losing his freedom and he blamed me, I think. I remember the look on his face as he posed with his many employees in a photo after I discovered my Lennon expose; “Jesus, Steve. Did you have to show me up so badly with so huge a story? I used to praise Nixon and Reagan. You ARE going places. Damn! There’s no stopping you, I guess.”

I was kidnapped, handcuffed and beaten unconscious in a police van in 1987. My crime? Giving Yoko Ono my evidence package to get to the remaining Beatles. Two months prior I was brutalized by two martial artists on Haight St. in San Francisco who dislocated my shoulder before breaking my nose on a sidewalk. Just before I had gotten one of them in a headlock. I remember leaning my elbow against a wall and bending my nose back straight that night.

The night Reagan was re-elected, while sleeping underneath a building in my sleeping bag, I saw a gun pointed right at me. It was, again, the S.F.P.D. who must have been surveilling me. They never even asked for my I.D. as they searched my back pack. A message from Reagan, only. “You gonna back off, punk?”

I was struck sideways at 60 mph in 2010 by a woman running a light while training a young man the meat selling business one day and watching the scene before me start to spin inexplicably as the truck rolled over on it’s side smashing to the ground rendering me unconscious for a few seconds. The initial hit, itself, was remarkably muted by crumple zone technology. My trainee was unscathed thanks to my allowing the hit to occur at the door frame. Me? Just a sore foot. Her? I suppose she was fine thanks to airbags, seatbelts and a Toyota Land Rover’s crumple zone technology. God, again, on my side. I learned that Concord, Ca. has a room that can control and monitor all the lights in that town and I was probably set up for a kill by Obama, no less. A few years later a uniformed Navy cadet tried to roll my Toyota van on a san Diego freeway smashing into me at 75 mph leaving a six foot long tire mark on my van’s side. Again, Obama. Neither driver was ever cited and the intersection where I was T-boned was paved over the very next day. Very concerning.

Two other gun pointing episodes by police, once in Palm Springs, where Stephen King lived.

I could list dozens more traumatic episodes from my storied life but my mind needs to rest, now. I came out all right on the other side is my point. I have a greater calling to worry about and it’s huge. That, I’m sure, has helped. Amazing how resilient the human mind can be. If there is anyone who can nurture anyone else in this regard I suppose it might be mostly me.

Did I ever mention I healed my brother’s dog’s cataracts after six months of the proper petting technique.? I did.

June 8, 2024;

Check out my “Open letter to the the people of Utah” I just posted several or so pages down from the top of my front page. I can’t tell you how beautiful I think you are physically and otherwise. I could look into your eyes forever, besides                                                                                                                                                                                                                             P.S. Check out, also, my piece just below that section where I lambaste our gay mayor, Clint Eastwood  and the Panetta’s.

June 11-’24;

You know, with minimal makeup (As seen today early morning where you were so professional and light on your feet and adroit) your eyes light up like neon signs. If the heavier makeup in the past competed too much with your mouth I think any make up competes with your naturally beautiful eyes. WOW!

About Hunter’s guilty verdict, please see my Political Watchtower chapter on the first pages of my page one section. I, literally, announced a formal “curse on my enemies” while on city council television and Hunter’s plea deal fell through the very next day. Then, a few days later, Obama’s cook drowned off his property. Don’t resent me. Biden is owned by big oil and big banks and big electricity. Why do you think gas is going down after four years of doubling the price? Big oil wants him back in. I KNOW! He’s a dirty rat / liar/ imposter DELIBERATELY sabotaging the U.S.. for the new world order.. (ODOR) I’m just glad I can intercept the propaganda you must get on a daily basis to protect your beautiful mind. I once promoted Obama  / Biden. Then they tried to kill me, twice. You see?

I got a Ping “1/2 Cra-zee” putter today. When I visited the Ping factory in 2002 and showed them drawings of my putter ideas they copied one of them (Almost exactly) and named it after me, I think. Really. My van, then, was quite outrageous and huge and they, no doubt, had doubts about my state of mind.  And, yet, they used my bright idea, after all. I’m so honored.

About the prospect of an “Us” I remain hopeful as ever. Once I’m a household word we’ll see how I REALLY am. T. D. of the a.m. show once remarked “Use it or lose it” about celibacy recently. I have no worries there. Just like I’m still 21, frankly. Will I need a little breaking in, psychologically once I’m back in the swing of things? Maybe. But that’s all. I wouldn’t shake your tree if I wasn’t convinced you could not do better than me. I know I deserve one as special as you. The right woman is number ONE on my list of life’s priorities. I’m really O.K..

I have substituted wealth and recognition and fame for being on THE rodeo ride of a lifetime with my impact on our world. I dig being in that saddle and it’s enough for me for now. Had I become famous any earlier I’d have been assassinated, I think, and maybe THAT’S why God has slower timelines than me. I’m too big, well known and controversial to kill now. Like John was before Yoko sidelined him in the basement to bake bread for five years. I’m on top of the world living in a van and in poverty. I have the mind to pull all that off and remain grateful in the face of all the downsides to my life.

I admit it’s so convenient to merely tune in and see you on a daily basis and have that kind of, perhaps, one sided relationship. I get the feeling there is something on your side, too, though. No one else is close to being on MY radar but you. It’s real, though, and I know what I like. Thanks, already, for all the nourishment you have given me. I need to stay human and you have really helped me. I quit pot and coffee over you, you know,. Thanks for that, too. My good looks and sanity are back and I owe it all to mostly you. If you were all that was waiting for me on the other side I’d be happy as a clam. Love really is all you need. Of course I’ll have options like enough money to legally stay on top of things and such and will do fine in other arenas as well. I want to get hemispherical, partly submerged houses off the ground to cut electricity costs and survive tornados and such and my self generating electric car that taps the rotation of the wheels like wind turbines use off the ground and a lot of things I know the world is too oppressed to achieve without me. What wealth I have landed on in the mix.

June 15, ;24;

Better read the first page of my editorial section. The ‘you know what’ is starting to hit the fan. You’ll see.

June 17,’24:

Well, I wondered why it was that I found myself gushing opinions to strangers last week out of the blue. To the point I asked myself “What is going on?” Turns out it was my guardian angel alerting me to get into some small trouble now before the bigger trouble hits me that was lurking while the powers that be were over at the G – 7 summit. I may have staved off another attempt to kill me, in fact. See my page one section for details.

By the way, one of the places that 86’d me last Saturday, Seascape Golf Course, didn’t like that I was predicting who would win the U.S. Open. I said it would be De Chambeau because of his heroic style and that McKilroy’s putting will let him down. This with 36 holes to go. It exactly turned out to be the case. I hope they lost big gambling money over it, too, and remember my words as they stew. God really is on my side.

June 20-’24;

Hi, pretty lady. How you doing? I know you must think I’m nuts to be having so much fun while being subjected to so much danger. I have little choice. I have to prevail and can not back down lest I encourage my enemies, so I just have a ball with it all, is all. A lot of my strategy involves psychology and keeping mine strong. I’m  used to the danger as I’m used to living in a van. I look for the positives. For example, my van lifestyle is simplicity on steroids. I like that. Chasing down evil Stephen King and his cowards sure beats work, in my opinion.

Meanwhile I don’t know how it could be that so perfect a woman, as you are, could be presented before me in the midst of it all. I appreciate you.

June 24,’24:

Just busy staying alive and getting organized for my upcoming traffic ticket. I have found my latest abrasive billboard is getting feedback. Like Lenny Bruce said; “How to talk dirty and influence people.” I will be replacing “L. PANETTA  SUCKING  S.  KING’S  DICK”, soon, however, with another as effective message once I decide on it. Maybe; “ENSTRANGED PUBLIC APATHETIC” The first word is interchangeable with so many other good ideas, too. “MASOCHISTIC…BROKEN….DERANGED….PATHETIC….WEAKILING…CRIPPLED….DAMAGED….BITTER…LOSER…TRAITOROUS..SICK…MORON…SATANIC.” Maybe another entire message altogether, though. It’s what I focus on to break this news. The right message. My enemies hope I forget that I am under 24 / 7 surveillance and try a revenge tactic. It pays to be smart being the messenger. If I knew then what I know now, however, I may have chosen a quicker route and forced the news on us all. Now I have to assume I am already famous (I am, more than I know, even.) and finish the job with peaceful, non violent free speech.

I am so out of my element wooing you or anyone until this is a world news mega sensation. I will have to be content, for now, seeing you as I can, via technology. It’s the best thing about it, lately. I knew better than to attach myself to social media. It’s just the Tower of Babel B.S., I think. My website, van and billboards will have to do and the people will have to accept that. When my voice is ready and I have time I will crank out a new tape or two for you before storing my karaoke machine in my other van. Got to save on gas, tranny and engine and brakes, you know. Every pound my van can feel. Miss you in the meanwhile.

P.S. Front section updates getting better and better. Certainly ratcheting up the controversy. Notice a several pound weight loss in as many days with you. It’s your inner beauty that makes you such a wonder to be able to DO that at all. You really are very special..

June 26;’24;

Not that my life is one I’d recommend to others but I have the luxury of NOT being in the situation of others whose lives we envy wrongfully. Take the royal family, for example. They epitomize the concept of excess. Gold and ermine and crystal, marble, Rolls Royce’s, medals on their chests, feather in their hats, castles galore, gourmet food, over the top cloths, entire populations supporting them like the con artists they all must be. I wonder how much their self worth DEPENDS on these trinkets and ornaments. Do they feel uncomplete and miserable without all that is garish? All that is vulgar and materialistic? Are they a role model FOR materialism and working for a living? Are they some kind of game being played on society to keep us all enslaved under a money system? Isn’t that the key to keeping the elite rich while they do nothing? Anything but farming the land and self sufficiency like we used to do for eons. I recall how King Charles was shrouded behind panels taking his oath; “I am not here to be served but to serve.” Sounds like upside down logic to ME. Or does he mean to serve as a role model for making money and all that is materialistic.

I am serving humanity more than any of them ever have. I live in poverty yet I have more fun and a more active mind and soul than they probably do just knowing I’m the real deal. My life DOES have meaning. Theirs, not so much. Just more of the same old phoniness and treachery of life.

Then we have the celebrity elite fawning for the cameras, like pups weening from the ‘teet’ of fame. I’ve publicly remarked once that Jennifer Lopez has, for example, an unhealthy relationship with “Fame” itself. As though it is a being unto itself that she must serve. Don’t get between her and a camera or her imagined relationship with “the public”. It has a hold on her. All the ‘stars’ today rely on the over the top glitz and costumes and dancers all around them to fill in the void they really are. Then there’s her love life. One man after the other after the other. Not, in my opinion, because she is better than they are, but the opposite, that she is too tied up with her relationship with the public and her illusions of fame to have room for another human being ahead of all that. I worry for every man that gets tangled up with her. She must be a sadist with very low self esteem, I think. She’s not the only one. How many times have we seen the giddy demeanor take over one as they take the :”Chair” of a late night show or any other platform for fame? Don’t they know that he public is lost as could be and all the more so to BE fixated on these types? A John Lennon or a Michelangelo or a Da Vinci or a Tesla or a Van Gough or Rembrandt they are NOT. They are wind up toys for the culture being used run by vampires sucking the blood of the working class to pay for their suit and tie vulgar life styles. Distractions and diversions. Role models for making money and working hard. I recall the one story told of Barbara Walters the night she died. It was a radio caller who brought up the story of how furious she got when a little girl remarked that she did not know who she was. That was her send off after all her infatuation with the public and fame. The real important celebrities we kill like jealous fools. Tesla, like myself, was a Serb. He was the real deal yet got screwed by the others who were not the real deal. All the great contributors to our betterment as a species we kill like the cowards we are. If there is a Satan he must be chortling.

How many of us are just working class drones, toiling away at some soul destroying job just to maintain a roof over their head?

I know I must sound like a pessimist and a sour graper but I’m not. The opposite, I think. I have the hope that we CAN rise above the mind games being played on us and un oppress ourselves and return to the earth from where our ancient forefathers came. Whoever invented money was a villain.

One of the things I like about you is that you are NOT like so many other famous people. You seem grounded and modest and sincere and idealistic in a world that is not. That you have the most beautiful eyes on the planet has caught my attention is all I know. My humanity responds to one such as you. I wish you were unattached and I was not under wraps by society but I do appreciate you.

Waxing a little philosophical, I admit, today. Just letting you get to know me.

June 27-’24;

This morning I had some wonderful dreams involving, one, hugging a woman so dearly you’d have thought I was a parent welcoming home my child after a harrowing experience. Actually more like a smother hug around the shoulders as if holding the most precious thing on earth. This amidst the gawking eyes of passers by. And, two, a kiss that came spontaneously that defied the years of neglect my kisser has been through. Again, passers by couldn’t resist but glue their eyes on the scene. All was like before when the world was not so grim and dismal. It was a dream of pure bliss. It fulfilled the love in my life I have been sorely missing. That warm, tingly feeling that glows from the inside, out. The one thing I regret giving up the most in my quest to out this Lennon expose.

What brought this on, I wondered? Perhaps it was to do with your more animated and giddy than usual demeanor yesterday that belied, maybe, something regarding my post yesterday. Whatever, it was a great set of dreams.

June 29-’24;

Biden will be being spoon fed his oatmeal in four years by his wife. No condition to run the presidency. I used to be stupid about Biden / Obama. Even stumped for them before they tried to kill me, twice. Trump lied? Maybe a little. Not a lot like the Dominion machines etc. in 2020, though. I know you’re tied up with a gang of media con artists who may have swayed you. I think we’ll be better off with Trump. If he’s the best we can do shame on us, I agree. I recommend a mirror for a prescription for everybody. I should be the most celebrated celebrity on earth but I’m shunned by an insane society. Hero-phobes, all. Admit it, girl.

Check out my take on it right below my Political Watchtower section on the main page. Miley Cyrus, a rock star like Lennon, anguished over Hillary’s loss to Trump. Clinton who invited King into The White House in 1995. They knew he killed Lennon, then. Like you, now, Miley was wrong then. I’m the most unsung hero on earth having to tell you.

July 1,’24;

It’s only tough love that finds me calling you, the woman I adore, a fool. Better you grow up and face a flat mirror now than later is all. Check out my NEW entry below the one I listed above. The one that starts out with a “Humpty Dumpty poem below the Political Watchtower section, please.

July 6,’24;

WHEWWWW!!!! Is it hot in Sacramento. I had to exchange one karaoke machine for another that works and that brings me here to my storage facility. Since it is a 400 mile round trip and since I was planning on repainting my van a flesh tone, anyway, I decided to do both. My paint shop wants to charge me $(Secret price) for a $(Secret) job. I will insist on $(Secret), however. These guys are my buds but I want to pay them a fair price, you see. Turns out that my yellow paint scheme confused the public into thinking that it was a site. Why couldn’t I figure that out from the start? I also noticed how a flesh tone with some pink undertones really stands out in a crowd and it puts a human touch to it, besides. Not a lemon touch. I will take advantage of the debilitating heat to peel off all my vinyl lettering and such. The very top out of sight area I will paint white, myself, to keep it cool. Instead of akimbo popcorn slogans all over the place I will keep it cleaner with a different font.  Meanwhile, my van’s interior is falling apart with the heavy duty duct tape holding my television in place coming unglued. I will have to overhaul what is to something new. Now I will be able to sit up without hitting my head and lose a huge plastic bin above my bed that I don’t really use, anyway. It’s so hot I can’t use my electric units for fear of overheating them. As such I will be recording karaoke tapes at my sisters house in Fresno next week and then keep the machine there out of the heat and lighten my van’s load. My thrift store past time is translating into profits with Play It Again Sports giving me $34. for what cost me $3. My two dozen Heinkel knives I might sell to local chefs for  a monster profit, too. Or keep them for when I have my own place, someday. I was a cook for 20 years, you know.

What about the Biden? Either he is suffering from delusional dementia to proclaim he will “beat Trump AGAIN!: or hew knows the whole result is rigged and in the bag like last time. ONE or the OTHER! Trust me, he is a communist globalist from hell who is probably deliberately scandalizing America with Hunter’s blow jobs and drug use to even keep him as an advisor. Like Nixon stunk up our presidency with Watergate. DELIBERATELY!  I think Joe revels in all his son’s scandals sullying our nation. Just the other day he was caught saying; “I made a mistake. It was a 90 minute debate. But what about my two and a half years as president?” He meant to say THREE and half years. You see? He’s gone. In a few years he will be a complete invalid. Nobody but a fool would vote for him. Obama’s our real president under him, anyway. HE looks like he has A.I.D.S.! As one whose life depends on KNOWING the truth I noticed how Nixon wrote in The Real War; “Americans must learn to lower their ideals..” Spoken like a communist actor / infiltrate. I can’t emphasize enough how real this view of politics really is. We are being taken over by a vicious, treacherous gang of Moscow based operators who have apparently nuclear blackmailed our deep state into capitulation to incrementally go Soviet, or else. Biden is probably thinking; “Yeah, America. I’m in it for the money and extra houses and cars and such. You don’t deserve America anyway. I’ll be dead before you figure out I sabotaged you all. Ha! HA!. Now eat your ice cream cone and fiddle with your smart phone, you idiots! Ignore all the terrorists I just let in and the inflation tax that impoverished you and gutted your social security, the dollar and such.” Then we have Kamala. WHAT a lowering of our ideals with her sleeping her way with Willy Brown to get ahead and worse. She is a commie rat who thinks we’re all stupid and can’t see through her charade. T-R-U-S-T  M-E !!!!

I hope you had a good vacation and got out of the heat. 100 degrees across ALL America ON OUR BIRTHDAY! Is God punishing us for being stupid? I am giving everybody a piece of my mind daring them to recoil at he controversies they are too timid to broach. I am throwing my weight around as if to punish everyone for holding me back all this time. “Give me some elbow room you dolts.”

It took me decades to admit the Kremlin is having us for lunch, but they are. I don’t expect you to fall in line with the truth anytime soon. But maybe this will give you a head start.

July 8,24;

I’ll be in Sacramento a week more than planned to get my raging good deal on the re paint. For another week I’ll be hitting this location with my now denuded van sporting mostly just my website address. I hope the locals get a chance to read it and learn how Gavin Newsom is an already outed homosexual and things about corrupt Leon Panetta and lame Monterey. It will give Monterey a dose of how my absence will feel if they don’t protest to help me soon. Utah is just several months away from being my home if they don’t and they know it. My absence in the wake of Biden’s blow up will also ring loud. The opposite of gloating. My choice of Utah has to do mostly with the way Monterey has made me feel about them. I don’t want to live my life out surrounded by lame ducks. I’m not one. I think Utah will offer me more of what I deserve. Being in a tourist town, in a fishbowl, may not be me, after all. I crave normalcy and the smell of wild earth. Meanwhile I will be making calls to portrait artists to get a feel for what color mixes are needed to get a human flesh tone since it will have to be a custom mix. Oh, it will stand out, I assure you. I imagine there will be some white, red, orange, yellow, brown. I used to paint, you know. I really was the best artist in my grade school and high school, too. Maybe in my future I’ll pick it up again. I am a real one off, I’m beginning to recognize. Born for a purpose?

About you and my attraction to you. In examining your face in your Google posts I notice how completely happy and content you look standing next to hubby. As if you have discovered a gold mine and aren’t switching horses anytime soon. I must really love you because it mostly makes me feel happy for you instead of sad for me. I think I have evolved more than most people in that respect, I think.

One other thing I meant to say. In viewing your face then and now I notice how my presence, maybe, in your life has changed your face (Soul) for the better. You looked more blissfully ignorant then compared to looking more seasoned, interesting, mysterious and mature and awake like you do now. I do have that effect on people, I’ve noticed. I think you’re one of the most beautiful women on earth, especially lately.

P.S. With all this time on my hands and trying to beat the heat I have modified my intro on my golf (This ) section. (My main page, too.) I may have the chance to weed out all that I now find burdensome and complicated and redundant. Strange thing, I have a better chance of peddling this book than my Lennon story. This kind of truth people can handle. I may HAVE to finish this book to stay alive financially, after all. I get the feeling my enemies fear THIS GOLF BOOK as much as the Lennon expose. They seem to keep interrupting me whenever I make headway with it. Frankly, as well known as my website and I are with the PGA tour players, especially Nicklaus and Woods who both have my magazine, and the way the new players scores have been plummeting lately, like never before, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the tour has been reading my golf section already. I’m not kidding.

P.S. 7-10-’24; About ten or so days ago I was on national talk radio (Twice) spouting how George Clooney was a bimbo to endorse Biden and did so to gain favor with the public who he thinks likes Biden. To make himself more popular and that he hasn’t delved deep enough into the matter to form an educated opinion. Viola! Today he has reversed course with an op / ed piece to call for Joe’s outer in a national newspaper. Stevee boy wonder strikes again!

About a certain NYC weatherman who always signs off to you; “It’s all yours ______” You both greeted each other yesterday with “It’s good to see you.” I’ll bet. ( A little jealous, yes.)

Meanwhile, regardless, I have done you right by unsaddling Joe from RIGGING a second election and SUBVERTING our democracy. (Those communist bastards always transpose the points blaming others for what THEY are doing to mid bend us) Right before his fiasco in the debate I was furiously busy ramping up the controversy in my site and I’m sure (He had time enough at Camp David to visit it, I’m sure.) I threw him off game a little with guilt for pulling his mask off. You are surrounded by peer pressure and high stakes money to stay in favor with the  bosses. He was quoted saying “If the Lord Almighty were to come down and tell me I might (Withdraw) ” The Lord Almighty DID come down and knock him for a loop. Or maybe my avenging angel for messing with me lately. Kamala (valley girl airhead / puppet ) will be paddling like a furious pup in water for the first time from here on out until Trump assumes his rightful place, again. Even Biden’s handlers and the deep state know better than to scam us all with a rigged election NOW! He’s not perfect but all we deserve and more given our sympathy for he devil and Stephen King. R.F.K. Jr. seems in over his head with all the pot he must be smoking to have such dog poop face, I think. Steve Garvey should also retire his pot pipe. Adam Schiff (A Russian sir name) is an infiltrate communist from hell. Trust me! Pencil neck geek.

I wonder will my virtue trump all the evil in this world and steer you my way eventually after the mass exorcism I am performing is done and King is administered a lethal dose of Fentanyl to heal us all? After I am in MY rightful place in this fallen world. On TOP! Whatever wrong roads you’ve ever gone down I trust you are redeemable. Until that day all mankind is woefully insane and sick and depraved. Don’t I know it, too.

July 13, ’24;

Oh, girl, what must I do to get you off you spectator ass and take a stand in this gas lit election cycle? Are you going to parrot the B.S. about Biden having a CHANCE of beating Trump? The real polls are Trump 60 % and Biden / Harris 40 %. That’s a fact. I KNOW what I’m talking about. PLEASE don’t get caught up in the gas lighting yourself. Keep you head when all about you are losing theirs and put America first. Even abstaining from the party line will satisfy me for now. Please don’t take part in the fraud that Biden is counting on. We’re all counting on YOU to be an American, first and anything else second. Think of how sexy life will be after King is punished and out of our world. Nobody’s sexy until then.

(Update while writing this; Attempt by Biden team to assassinate Trump at a rally. S-E-E-E-???)

Kiss, kiss, hug, hug. Be good.


Love, always, Steve