THE CORE DRIVEN GOLF SWING

By Steve Lightfoot

Copyright c 2015

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AN OVERVIEW:

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

Introduction;

(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.

THE CORE DRIVEN GOLF SWING;

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 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. There is another, different way to swing that finds the order reversed; the arms and club responding to a coiling and uncoiling torso instead. In other words, the shoulder coil and uncoil, (Torso) back and forward, leads the rest of the body parts, namely the arms and club. 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. It’s an activated set of shoulders from the start to finish cueing the rest of the body parts, not vice versa. It implements a larger, wider and deeper than normal club head arc, a bigger circle, to stretch your torso and shoulder muscles so they can return with force and iron out any wrinkles a cramped swing might produce. An awareness of your core taking over the rest of the swing. Like learning how turning a door knob clockwise and counter clockwise opens a door, so is a swing almost as simple as that. 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. 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. 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. Both of us may find other thoughts to complete the picture at different times as the swing needs constant attention to all it’s parts. Much like an automobile. I have found that a deliberate, smooth pace works better than a flighty, fast pace in the core driven method. Not necessarily a pause at the top so much as a deliberate, controlled start in making a backswing.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                There are variations in between, say equal sharing of torso coil and arms club motion, to get the job done, – not really trusting the one leading the other – but none is as effective at making you athletic automatically as letting the torso lead all else. Let the torso initiate all motion back and forward making sure, mostly, that your arm / club path is correctly aligned towards the target along an inside to square configuration. It’s a completely different approach to a swing, I’ll admit, but it’s the best way I have found to swing a club. A general awareness that it is your torso and hips that are coiling and uncoiling along with weight shift providing all the power you need. The arms and club offer the radius and arc but the inner coiling and uncoiling and shifting of weight, the cocking and uncocking of the club, is what actually powers a swing. That is where you should focus your mind regarding all motor activity, I’ve learned. If you are not aware of your shoulders still coiling at the top of your swing to tap out before going down you are not doing it right.  And even going back down your footwork won’t know what to do until the shoulders decide when and how to uncoil from the top. Everything is connected to your core’s activities.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                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 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. 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.

You observe how much a tour pro’s shoulders coil and uncoil and you notice how the weight goes to his back foot to the top and to his forward foot at the finish. You notice how the weight is off the back foot even before impact. What I’m saying is that the whatever the club and arms do is a consequence of that coiling, uncoiling and weight shifting. Mind focus should be on an activated core, start to finish. The hands and arms don’t get involved in the hit until impact, itself, when they then join the body in delivering the strike.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             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 wants to coil 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 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 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 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. Oh, foolish youth. I learned I was wrong, eventually. Quite the opposite. 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. AT impact 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. 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 impact occurs. Until impact the only thought you should give to your hands is the initial kink you create early in the backswing with your wrists. That you must learn to stay passive with your extended, cocked hands and arms until impact occurs. 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. You will find that your body 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..

 

(WWHHAAAATTT? lost data?)

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

 

REDO FOR LETTER:

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

REPLY BRIEF;

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)

 

CLAIM FOR DAMAGES RESULTING IN A POT HOLE I HIT ON JANUARY 28, 2024;

On January 28, 2024, a Sunday morning at approximately 9:00 am, I, Steve Lightfoot, hit a large, deep pothole on northbound Fremont Street right after the bridge where the business district begins coming off the freeway. This is the south end of that street where a northbound Hwy 1 driver accesses Fremont Street. It is in Monterey, Ca.. My driver’s side front wheel hit a large, deep pothole jarring my whole 2000 Chevy Astro van violently. From that moment on my wheel was loose enough to shimmy unlike before. I addressed this matter at a citizens comment session at the Monterey city council meeting on March 6, 2024 on camera for proof. I mentioned I had planned on bringing it up sooner but the three minute limit caught me forgetting until March 6 as I usually address my other political cause there. I took photos of this before it was repaired. It was repaired the first week of March, I believe. I took photos a few days after my impact occurred. I have yet to process this cardboard camera contents. The resulting repair shows a massive almost three foot in diameter asphalt patch where it was, to show it’s size.

I noticed my two front tires were wearing excessively on the outside edges and got two new tires at Tire And Wheel World in Salinas and included a front end alignment on about March 14(?), 2024 thinking that would solve it. I was told my castor required sub frame repair before it could be addressed. It is too upright and congruent with the impact. I went to Calbre Collision and was told an auto repair shop would be needed. Now, March 28, 2024, I took it back to Tire and Wheel World because I noticed a clunking sound with that wheel when turning to park. They inspected it and it needs a new A arm and bushing. The whole wheel is loose and wobbly as can be. The passenger side is not nearly as out of whack. It was absolutely caused by that pothole as I have driven that van 85,000 miles without symptoms until that date.

So far, not counting the cost of two new tires, I am out of pocket for $75.00 for an alignment and face another $383.00 to fix the A arm and bushing. I have already put $100.00 down while they order the part. If this repair solves the problem I will be claiming damages at $458.00. If I don’t need further repairs to get the castor corrected that is my claim amount. I have yet to visit a repair shop to address that issue and see what it might cost so my van can, again, align properly. I owned those replaced tires for over a year before and doubt I can claim for those.

I had that van aligned just months prior to the pothole incident so this new alignment is due to the impact. Otherwise I would have waited another year, at least, to do so. Minimum repair costs I am claiming are for $458.00 I will present these receipts after I fix it on April 3rd or 4th of this year. If the new alignment that is included shows need for more repairs I will notify you.

I take pride in avoiding 99% of all potholes as I live in that van and depend on it more than if it were just a vehicle I drive. This damage is disconcerting and ask for your office to refund the money I have spent to fix it already. I can produce the photo of the unrepaired pothole as soon as I process the film. I am busy moving another non operational vehicle this week out of county to store or I’d have more time to have that photo ready, now.

My phone number is 831-220-2281

My e-mail is lennonmurdertruth@Yahoo.com

My address is

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

Awaiting your reply, sincerely, Steve Lightfoot

 

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ity IS. I’m a refugee trying to figure it all out, still.

You have to admit, though, my idea

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Aug. 22, 2023;

WHHEWWWWWHHfunction normally. It DID take a dog to admit it, then.

Sept 26, 2023;

Nowadays, as the watching world is looking for my flaws to focus on in the wake of my two latest interviews, I notice how it is that Stephen King likely got his idea for “Christine” from the sign off of “:Leave It To Beaver” Theodore is walking with Wally on a curb, up and down, up and down, with one foot only on the curb and half way into the street with the other. Just as this is transpiring a car, the model used in “Christine”, comes trolling by close to hitting The Beave.

I’m supposing King noticed this fact one day and thought to himself; “So, life is so charmed and simple and ideal, is it, kid? You have a father – I never did – a mother and a brother and all in the luxurious lap of the mid 1950’s. Utopia, huh? Not so fast, punk. How’d you like that car to actually crush you into a wheelchair or to death? I’d like that. Would ruin your day and all of America’s if that happened, huh? The ‘Beave’ squashed by a presumptuously over designed, vulgar, even boastful American hunk of junk? Anyway, that’s MY gig little boy. Hurting all that goodness and opulence. That’s where I come in. I love ruining everybody’s day. I think I’ll make that car that should have hit you the star of my next novel. I’ll probably kill a lot of loud mouthed, belligerent American red necks, there, too.”

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.

Love watching your lovely face, th

October 14, 2023;

Seeing more angles on you in this last week than in the last two years. What have I done to deserve such lavish treatment? AND mostly au natural and dressed down.

October `19, 2023;

Oct. 29, 2023;

Not feeling too sexy lately now that Israel has taken to wanton destruction of our world.as if it has a right to. I hope their evil ways backfire on them is all I can say.

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.

As for Saving the world my next billboard will probably be;

“DESERVE ME

OR DESERVE

WWIII”

November 8, 2023;

Nov. 15, 2023;

I guess it seems the powers that be actually WOULD start a world war JUST to squelch my expose. I wondered would they in the past and it seems, indeed, they would do just that. I’m wondering is there a media blockade regarding the Palestinians demands for hostage negotiations or are we all being deprived of that information by our all controlling media? Fortunately the world is hip to the treachery and duplicity of Israel and is not swayed by their media monopoly. Isn’t our media machine trying to cheer lead the real instigators in all this? Meanwhile it seems they (Israel) have a lot of future building contracts lined up in the wake of their laying waste to the Palestinians. Not to mention all those new natural gas and oil reserves just found off the Gaza coast. Israel has demonstrated a non worthiness to live there given their attitude towards their neighbors. “We hate you more!” is all they can say. Just Nazi’s about it all and they can’t help themselves. Passing on that scar to another race that isn’t them.

Meanwhile,

Nov. 17, 2023;

I consider you the best at what you do but yesterday you outdid yourself. What a pro. “Do you think the bombings in Gaza might result in a deepening of the Palestinians hatred towards Israel in the future?” Took the words right out my mouth, there. You were the more capable of the two in that interview….(deleted). The only caveat I’d offer is that, as a true genocidal war criminal these past weeks, he shouldn’t be given such a royal perch to spew from. I don’t expect your outfit would ever go that far but it’s still a valid point. Another question I’d ask him is this; “Are Israeli contractors going to rebuild Gaza or are you going to assign that to Gaza contractors?” or; “Will all of Gaza’s former residents be allowed back to their newly rebuilt homes and, if so, how soon?” “Will you agree to their autonomy regarding power, fuel, water  and electricity and end your controlling of their regions needs.?” or even; “Many suggest that anti Israel sentiment is rooted in the belief that it is being used by America to eradicate Islam serving as a provocative ” goat on post ” to incite war to then justify the slaughter Arabs.?” Or my favorite; “Do you think that it is a fair criticism of Jews to say that they cloister more with themselves than every other race and religion and, thereby, foster world distrust and problems related to inbreeding?” Lest I forget; one more; “Do you think Jews, or a small group of Jews, perhaps, are driven by revenge over the Holocaust to destroy the rest of unapologetic humanity?”

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;

Happy Thanksgiving!!! I hope you and yours tap into the goodness of life, always.

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 and I noticed a sudden pall in your face since I wrote; “…the media is our enemy…” Again, no worries. I separate you from the media and recognized you are merely caught up in the times and are just a girl who made good in that world. Very good, by the way.

I don’t think you ever looked more beautiful than (Deleted. Too personal.)

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..

I just love that you are (Too personal for here Deleted. ) I recall, in the past, after a decades long sabbatical from romance, how powerful all those emotions still were, as if they had been roused from their sleep under the sand at the bottom of the sea. I’m optimistic I have all the faculties I ever had inside me still. Meanwhile I am the fox eluding the hounds, 24 / 7, lately, scrambling to stay ahead.

Wish me luck. I have a rally next Friday and will need followers.

Dec. 7. 2023;

Yeah, saw you practically pointing to your 9 carat ring. It…()…. water, lately. Busy, busy, busy.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Dec. 8, 2023;

The question is not did anyone show (Deleted, having calmed down..()….

Rather than re-peat myself, get a load of me and my revisions on the first few pages of my from page; ME OR WWIII, BUT CHOOSE QUICKLY;….

Dec. 11, 2023;

I’ve reached a fork in the road wit the public. It’s paragraph one of page one on my site’s editorial section.

Dec. 18, 2023;

I let them know it, too, last Saturday Special on KSFO Radio where I also let the owner know that he is happy at my rally’s failure, listeners beware.

Yesterday one of my observations came true. A mostly toothless, homeless loser in his 40’s wearing, appropriately, a garbage bag over his clothes tried to muscle ahead of me in a food pantry line. His bravado was turned into humiliation after I scalded his ass in front of the others with my tongue. The most telling exchange came when he said; (Him) “At least I’m not a paranoid psycho like you…” (Me) “I’m not either.”(Him) You sure act like it with your van and all.” (Me) “I’m a hero, you just can’t handle it….You’re not worthy of what I do.” That got to him and he recoiled and leaned back in disbelief that I could hit him so hard with the cold truth. (Him) “Well then you’re not worthy of life!” Not the reply you’d expect from one who doubts my evidence but, rather, one who is insulted that I’d rather he not be saved by my efforts.

Just a week ago I was letting my listeners know that there are four kinds of people who have revealed themselves as my biggest enemies. Media Jews who are jealous of my being right about everything including their treachery, globally, lesbians, homosexuals and – are you listening? – toothless losers and beggars, life’s biggest losers. I think it’s because my plan to clean up our world will erase the excuse they have always hid behind for their failures; that it is the world’s fault they are so lost. They are anti heroes in that sense. Evil losers. I’m proud that these four groups are my enemies. They all have a lot to be ashamed of. The homosexuals for not considering the needs of the children that they don’t reproduce to begin with/

My oral argument for my traffic appeal was last week. What a circus of corruption they think they can get past me with. Wait until the name Panetta is disgraced when I’m famous. The entire corrupt Monterey court and government system, in fact. Money controlled vipers, all. There’s nothing, I think, more stupid than being a millionaire, many time over, and still working into one’s 80’s and 90’s. They don’t get that life, itself, is the treasure, not the money and possessions it buys. I knew that when I was only ten and couldn’t believe people worked half of their waking lives. My very first political observation, ever. How stupid a species I thought at the time.

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.

Once upon a time a precious little five (?) year old girl in San Antonio had her world destroyed by a sadist named Stephen King. Her parents failed to demand a murder trial for Chapman and let her down, too. Actually, I think your parents were in Ireland, maybe, at the time and may be less guilty than American parents. Regardless, the whole human race has, ever since, been satanic in it’s cover-up and denial and refusal to care. I care. You should be glad of that. Otherwise that asteroid may be the only future we deserve. I think this is the acid test. Lennon’s murder.

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.

I’ll think of something in the next few days.

Hey, I do care about your politics. I only partly support Trump, for example. You are surrounded by media types who are terrorized into a certain mind set to get along with the bosses. I understand that. But, because I don’t want my preference of him over the communist swampers to get between us, I admit he’s only 50 % right and not the great hope he thinks he is. I won’t be supporting him this time because he is blind to the Israel issue. He’s too stupid to notice it’s the Jews behind his court tribulations and problems. They got a whiff of him being fair to Palestine once and that sealed his fate. He is also blind about global warming and too willing to imitate our enemies to compete. That’s self defeating heresy. So, you see, your possible leanings HAVE allowed me to see Trumps numerous faults so I don’t get too lost. R.F.K. Jr.? Now he I’d support just because I trust him and I know his mind and instincts are so far superior to the rest.

Library time up but, love, always.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New year.

Jan. 9, 2024;

So I was just using Round table Pizza’s television in Healdsburg, Ca. since I was out of reception zone for my T.V. and then I saw you standing there in that pastel burgundy pants suit and….WOW!… Thank you. You even shared the moment with your smile in your sign off.

Here’s to looking at you.

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

I notice how Nikki Haley might be a plant working to elect Biden. Dukakis, Mondale and MANY others threw their elections because that was their job at the time. The powers that be play it that way. Both sides all sewn up. Trump got by in 2016 because they got sloppy is all. I got drift of this from John D******* this morning when he was interviewing Haley and he blurted out a Freudian slip when he said; “…are you going to do anything different the next round…are you going to show us why we should reject Trump and go for the one with more experience….?”

Well, that’s a mouthful.

“Hey, Nikki, aren’t you going to show us why we should reject Trump and re elect the more experienced Biden? We both know you’re in it to lose on purpose.” Translation

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.

Off to save the ingrate world.

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

My next billboard may read; …()….Drastic rhetoric is required to exorcize fallen mankind. No more Mr. Nice guy for evil humanity. It’ me versus evil, period. Like Abby Hoffman’s book title; “How To Talk Dirty and Influence People” There is no road to victory being “nice” to the public. My three year singing stink proved that.

I hope the new year finds you well and happy and prosperous. I hope whatever gaff I made yesterday is over with, now.

If my use of pot is any indicator of my need for companionship I can see myself making up for as lot of lost time, romantically speaking. Maybe someday. Until then it’s all blood, sweat and tears.

Love you (Even showing signs of it I didn’t expect)

Jan. 18, 2023;

“I’ve grown accustomed to her face, she almost makes the day begin. I’ve grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon, her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs, are second nature to me, now, like breathing out and breathing in…” The famous song Henry Higgens sang in My Fair Lady upon his sudden realization how much his female friend really meant to him. after all.

That’s what occurred to me last night as I grasped the import of my latest gaff that found you taking a Thursday off the day after. “What HAVE I done???!!”

Well, I promise, now, if the occasion ever arises again when I need to say something exceedingly private, I will mail you a new singing tape with the message within, instead. I’ve learned my lesson, good. You have grown to mean more to me than I thought. The thought of losing your friendship and trust over a sleep deprived mistake horrifies me and saddens me greatly. In spite of the one sidedness of our communications and the technology driven mode enabling it all, something real has blossomed inside of at least.

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.

We may have a technology driven relationship….

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.

Wow! You have sure brought out the confessor in me, haven’t you? All the bad stuff I want out of the way, I guess. I am assured I am O.K., now, is what matters. It’s as if I want to scrub myself clean for you before we meet. In you I see a kindred soul whom I can share such things with. The up side is we can discuss other matters from here, forward, as that is all out of the way. I so DO want to focus on the positive with you if we ever meet. Once this story is in the history books I want to only focus on what is good in life. I’ve had my share of drudgery and angst. I always wondered how it was that someone as optimistic, positive and ‘up’ as I always was, before, had such a horror story fall into his lap for my destiny. Maybe only so positive a soul could endure such a story, perhaps, and be strong enough to see it through. Even my name is a riddle; “Light” “Truth” and “Foot” “Carry” Carrier of the truth. Just so weird, ALL of it.

Jan. 27,’24”

I was on N.Y.C. ‘s WABC Radio’s The Frank Morano show last week on the red eye hour to ask America to give R.F.K.Jr. a big collective hug of reassurance to help him get over his PTSD speech impediment from the world killing his family all over the place. I remarked; “As much as I like Trump, I like to see R.F.K. Jr. win, ultimately…Like his uncle and father, he is smarter and sees farther and he sees the big picture more than the rest. He is eloquent and articulate and can inspire us all more than the others.” Did the listeners recognize my voice from my last months interview there.

Jan. 29, ’24;

an. 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.

Meanwhile, I see you pulling a Lara Logon on me (………….). I hope it’s a short stint as I hate to see ‘my girl’ sullied. On the one hand, I love seeing you in your natural unmade up self in different situations. For some reason that gets my motor running. I’m funny that way. You, of all people, don’t need makeup. When I see the real you I go a little bonkers. I’m a sucker for the truth, I guess.

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.

Oh, my page one is exploding with new controversy near the top. I’m al over talk radio with it, too. Check it OUT!!!.

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;

Happy Groundhog Day! Third anniversary of my last meeting with Linda in Dallas. As if God hasn’t already played enough coincidence tricks on me all these years. After about a 40 year period of no see he picks THAT day for us both to poke our heads up. It was actually that experience, my not recognizing her until it was too late and her failure to show up later, that got me over her after decades of regret and pining. Like the song says; “Once upon a time never comes again.” You have to admit how incredible the odds were for us to poke our heads up and see each other at all. She was visiting from Alabama that day and I only had a hunch to be there based on a few Dallas addresses she left on my phone bill in 1977. A friend of hers must have called her after seeing my van in the first place. Then there was the way the Dallas P.D. rousting me from my sleep minutes earlier provided the animation needed to make it possible at all. Just too much meddling from above to ALL be a coincidence, I think.

In 1977 she was the most delicious creature I ever held in my arms and I’ll always remember that first night. Her melodramatics, after, was a fire I was supposed to walk through, I guess, to prepare me fore my calling that presented itself at a library on July 26, 1982. I hope she is happy and remembers me at my best, not my worst. She is the only women I have ever slapped or anything close to it I can say in my defense. I am confident it was and will remain my last moment of weakness in that regard.

I imagine you must be just back from your long airliner trip to be absent yesterday. I doubt you will appear today but probably Monday. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am to see the real you. Like a bolt out of the blue I fell in love at the sight. I could see your real soul, I suppose, is why. No makeup? No problem! Hubba, Hubba and double backflips.

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.

Now, having seen what your soul looks like, I miss every moment I am not sharing a cup of coffee with you, etc.. That heave you just heard is me sighing, is all.

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

Meanwhile I, not only got my website address on national television from the beach near the tenth green with a large sign on Saturday, it was broadcast twice as Sunday was rained out and Saturday’s broadcast we repeated. (Google it – the last several groups) Now that I sense the finish line I find the little stinker in me ready to chastise the world for making me twist in the wind for 40 years while they hoped I’d got killed, too. I WILL, too. Big time. No polite phoniness from me. (I am also on world television with my sign Sunday in the 2018 U.S. Open there, same hole, too.)

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;

Right now I may not seem like hot stuff but after I am brought forward I will surely be. Even as I am I’ve had women way too young (19 – early 20’s, believe it or not) for me make a move or two but I’m past the one night stands phase of life, thank God. Also, if I ever went through a stage where young girls got me interested that was 35 years ago. Even then it was due to the phoniness of women my own age, I think, and not some other kind of motive. Oprah Winfrey and Christ Brinkley and I all will be 70 years old any day now. I’m in the middle of detoxing from pot, booze and even coffee, lately. Totally committed to looking 55 again. A women at a solar company (NRG) I used to telemarket for taught me that no coffee in your life DOES make one look younger than belief. She always looked bright eyed and bushy tailed, I noticed.

City council meeting in a few hours. Meanwhile it’s a few hours of ‘Counting Cars’ (A muscle car restoration show) I’ll be chilling with. You know, my first car was 1968 Camaro 327 automatic. I prefer stick, but it was a great car. My second was a 1972 MGB convertible. My dad had good taste too. A ’67 Bonneville and a 1963 cream colored Lincoln Continental. Later, a 1973(4) Lincoln Mark four(?). A photo of a ten year old me in the back seat of that 1963 car is a snapshot of my moneyed youth, I guess. I want a custom 1967 Mercury Cougar with all modern suspension, posi-traction drivetrain, someday. I let Danny Koker of that show know, too. Black with neon white accents, maybe. Gotta rest, now.

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.

Meanwhile, with newly found spare time, I am learning how to Google live radio across America and listen in to reach out to a broader audience. I pounded home the fact that a corrupt F.B.I. is at the heart of all our other troubles. Any enemy of ours would HAVE to infiltrate, penetrate and degrade THAT agency, first, to do anything of substance, after. And they absolutely have. So long as they wear J. Edgar Hoover’s name on their building there is no hope for them, either. I wonder do YOU have any idea what I know about the world you interpret for others? Beware of falling into a pattern of trusting what you’re being told. Especially from your bosses. That’s the other agency our enemies have to wrap up in a bundle to do anything else, too. When I DID go to the F.B.I. S.F. office in 1984(3) an agent sitting across from me in the foyer remarked; “Have you ever read a book titled ‘None Dare Call It Conspiracy”? If you get my drift. Yeah, they depend on the rest of us all being obedient pussies. I’d say 99% of all parents, mine included, are, were, too.

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;

It seems there WAS a reason that forgotten joint rolled out on the ground to entice me. It taught me that even a little pot will rob one of deep sleep dreaming. I lost two weeks of dreaming over one joint. Pot is NOT worth it. The only thing I’m giving up is the slightly more enthralling experience I get while singing. I’m pretty sure even that will change in time. My dreams this morning were quite remarkable and bizarre, even. A lot of soul cleansing ahead of me, it seems.

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.

When I was a teenager my girlfriend, Dorothy, had me wondering why she cared about the Chicago Seven and radicalism. I was serenely content to be an uncluttered doctor’s son with nothing to complain about. She even convinced me to run for some school election. I put zero effort into the campaign and lost and didn’t care, but she was impressed I at least ran. It must be a little like you, now, wondering why slaying the human race’s dragon is so important to me. If you knew what I know you’d be right there with me, I assure you. The way I look at it I’m giving you front row seats to Lightfoot mania after the fact. You’re my pick of the human race. is that a bad thing?

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.

About my getting rid of that nasty bug in just a few days, I have a theory; Like a boiled piece of beef in a pot will froth out the impurities like a foam (Cooks will lift the impurities out with a spoon) so does the body froth with impurities that concentrate in the mucus. The body naturally wants to purge these impurities via blowing one’s nose and sneezing . My philosophy is to get that river of mucus flowing via vigorous blowing of the nose, as much as one can, constantly, until there is no more to blow. In my case, the next day, there was no more congestion or mucus to blow if I tried and all my pain symptoms were also gone. So, there, world. Smarter than Dr. Faucci am I. If I do say so, myself. By the way I think that ‘Navage’ nasal irrigator is ridiculous and might even introduce germs from bad water INTO to the nasal passages. Let NATURE do it’s job is all I’m saying. Got a bug? Blow it all out your nose. Vigorously. Do NOT take the vaccines the government recommending, lately. Even my physician father didn’t believe in half of the vaccines in his day. Nowadays deliberate, nefarious population control is factor not to be sneezed at.

Why am I so familiar with you, already? Hey, I’m an unpretentious Hippy at heart. Open book? That seems to be my M.O. I can’t ask you anything about you, so I’m dumping everything about me in the meantime. Just to keep a conversation going.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

( Not withdrawn, just deleted for privacy)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Feb. 15, ’24;

Hi, beautiful. I hope you’re doing well.

Feb. 20, 2024;

Went scouting for your pre 1990 photos and learned, 1) you have two daughters and a son and not three daughters, and, 2) Your marriage to (deleted) seems to be 100 % A.O.K. You both seem very happy with each other and, lucky for me, I’m just detoxed enough from THC that I am taking it in calm stride. Your happiness is key to mine, anyway. Hey, if I was obsessive about you I’d have learned all of the above years ago, but I’m not. I just have good taste, I think.

If things ever should open up for one such as I am probably going to be open to the situation. That is, if someone else hasn’t fenagled her way into my heart, first. Not likely given my lifestyle. Now, I will be focusing on my expose and ways to get the public’s heads out of their asses and help me before I am pledged to leave the state of California on grounds of it’s political impotence over such a vital matter within a years time.

I made a home run on Sean Hannity’s show, today. I took advantage of a substitute host and the chance TO get on and said the following about Nikki Halley..

“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.”

Calls that potent are how I got Trump elected the first time. You know I am a R.F.K.Jr. fan, first, but only a fool would go for Biden or Halley.

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.

Must be pretty stale listening to all the government C.I.A. talking heads at work, I imagine compared to the real truths of our world.

I’ll be at the Monterey City Council meeting in minutes and let loose there. That bug I got rid of came back after I let myself get exposed to cold weather with wet hair. Ten more days of torture , but that vaccine is worse than I told you. Have you heard the latest about how it 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.

Going over my editorial section I notice how messed up pot has made me. I have to delete and redo a lot of it. The readers must be shaking their heads.

Feb. 26, ’24;

My sister’s birthday was yesterday. She’s a year younger. Mine is this March 1. The big 70. I feel it’s the big 7, frankly. My sister knew someone who’s Cambodian uncle lived to be 139 years of age and had three sets of teeth in that span. Sounds a little suspicious but the biggest news is usually a secret. I’m staying away from all shots and vaccines in the meantime.

Boy, I snuck in my website the other day on Coast To Coast and now have three magazine orders in one day from it. Bad news is two are out of country and there is no profit in those shipping has gone up so much. I charge all parties the same $10. 00. All I got out was “lennonmurdertruth.” before I was cut off. The guest was exposing the fraud of the 1969 space walk and subsequent visits, all filmed in a hangar, so it was right up my alley. I DO believe we never walked on the moon. Nixon was president, big surprise.

Feeling my oats with the jealous public, lately. I claim, if I am brought forward and not killed, I will become the biggest figure since Jesus. Just happens to be a fact, I’m afraid. I don’t relish the fame but I do need the power that comes with it to clean up our evil world. Sometimes I think I’ve taken so long on purpose to preserve my privacy and anonymity. Empires will tumble the Israel / Moscow connection doing us in will be exposed etc., etc.. Religion will be debunked. I’ll prove my modesty, after, by only doing a few media shows per year and never do the routine list of Saturday Night Live, the late night talk shows, any of them, and such. Just the interview with you is all I have on the horizon, frankly. I’ll probably build my own media and do things from just there.

Today I will make a new billboard; “REPENT, YOU COVER-UP COMMUNISTS” It is the distillation of what I know, so far. My “brave” American’s are Pinkos with a death wish for a free America. They WANT masochism to rule their lives. Pity. Stephen King rules raped fools, I’ve noticed.

Looking forward, as always, to seeing you and your magic eyes. You’re pretty special.

P.S. Disappointed I am so outspoken and proud of who I am? All part of being society’s exorcist. Society’s monumental effort to keep me down is how I know how important I MUST BE! The resistance is Biblical in scope. Everybody already seems to know just how big I really must be. I have to say it out loud every now and then just to stay sane.

Feb. 29,’24;

Now, that’s a date you see often. Tomorrow I’ll be 70. Hurray! March 1. Dreaming regularly and working on my appearance. My goal; to look 60 or maybe 55. Who knows? No coffee as well. Noticing how only the gray hairs are falling out leaving the brown ones intact. Two birds with one stone as my hair is too thick anyway. Never had long hair like this before.

Noticing how repentant and contrite C.D. is, lately. Maybe he could use a little forgiveness from you for whatever. I have no idea but he seems to have learned from whatever it is.

Noticing, also, your enthusiasm for my exploits lately with talk radio, etc. Busy, busy. Looks like you’re having fun. One week and seven orders for my magazine. Jeeze! I suppose if I spent money of advertising I could grow my magazine into a legitimate business. I just wish I could crawl out of my van one last time before retiring it to the archives and start house shopping, management shopping, lawyer shopping, etc. My other van may have to relocate to the central valley as corrupt officials here are jealous of my driveway deal with a home owner. I’m having to lay down the law with WABC staff and risk dumping them, entirely. If they abuse you or disrespect you once that’s once too many times. Last night I called the screener back to say; “I am also the biggest figure since Jesus and I demand some respect…” before hanging up. They were keeping me on the line too long while getting rid of the listeners with garbage topics and I let them know it. Screw them, I don’t need them. I have learned a lot about media, lately. I’ll cream them after I’m famous and give them a dose of Steve Lightfoot, someday.

Figured out why the locals are stiffing my magazine. They don’t want to have to lift a finger to help me so they choose not to know what they suspect is all too true. Pussies!

Tough nut to crack this so called human race.

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.

About Biden; WHAT a naked communist in our midst. Trump so captured the scene when he said; “This invasion is nothing less than a conspiracy to overthrow our country.” I suspect agent / immigrants started the fires in Texas to protest their crackdown on the situation. Have you noticed the mini teleprompter Biden now lays on his knee whenever he speaks, now? A wafer like object like a skinny screen. Talk about running on empty. I notice how he is the King of lip service. He now says; “We must take action and step up, ” etc. about the immigration mess. As if he hasn’t had three years to fix things. He WANTS it a mess. He thinks we’re all stupid, apparently, not to see right through his lies. He thinks rhetoric will erase his conduct all this time. Kamala Harris is another naked communist. They both are riding into battle hoping all the sinners clamoring for abortion are on their side to beat the good guys. How disgusting. “We know you women want easy abortion rights. We’re your team. Vote for us. Damn every other matter that matters to us all in our lives. Irresponsible behavior we promise to all. As for inflation, money printing, burdening the next generations in the process when it all falls apart, civil war, war abroad, going communist in every way. The hell with all that. Let’s grab our hangers and march for abortion. Damn America. Damn morals. Damn behaving responsibly. Damn spirituality.” T-H-A-T-‘S their platform. We all know his ties to China and the world order that Kissinger and Rockefeller have foisted on us. Total commie takeover while he is still alive knowing he’ll die before we catch on and try to jail him. Dark times for us all. You DO KNOW my KABC talk radio call to the one interview the woman involved in Roe vs. Wade is the call that caused her to change her mind a month later, right? It’s detailed somewhere on my site. I’m not even that huge on the issue but I know our spirituality and happiness depend on being responsible and treating sex more responsibly. I know, for myself, my biological evil detector has everything to do with sex. I avoid a wrong situation instinctively. Right now my preference is to wait until the culture is not busy being corrupt under Stephen King. Obama and the Clintons have both invited his evil ass into the White House. Obama put a medal of the arts award around his evil neck. Satanic times. Beware!

How insipid is this world. How lost and stupid it is.  It’s as if I’m surrounded by jealous demons, alcoholics and druggies here in Monterey. EVERY BODY is corrupt and evil to a degree. At the top is the Panetta Italian mafia regime corrupting all below. I’m actually going to verbally wish Leon has a stroke or heart attack today at the city council meeting to shock us into our senses. All is evil here until the Panetta’s are out of power. Monterey is lost and evil.

But I digress. How are you? Hope things are well and rosy in your life. I’m like Daniel in the Lion’s den.  I’m the only good man around, it seems. Glad to see your face penetrating through all the media madness out there. So many whores like late night talk show hosts parroting the party line….mindlessly. What a mess America is. See how one man killing a hero can ruin life on earth? Glad you’re the exception to the rule. I see a great and good person in you. And you are in the belly of the beast as much as anyone, yet you rise above the evil all around you. I notice. Keep on being you, please. You give me hope.

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.

Oh, boy. Election year and I remember how all my hard work on talk radio from 2013 to 2016 GOT TRUMP IN! I can’t slack off, now. Busy boy, like it or not. I HAVE TO push my story through this year for everybody’s sake, especially mine. Heavy lifting time.

Be good.

March 8, ’24;

Letting my arrows fly, lately. New additions to my first several pages on the front page of my editorial section. Interesting reading. Isn’t politics invigorating? It’s what matters most to us all. Amidst it all I see your lovely face standing out like a flower in a fiel

March 9, ’24

Seems either harsh soap irritated or maybe I scratched my left eye yesterday while applying soap to my hair. The foam dispenser type.(Turns out I forgot my shampoo bottle when I used the college showers) I don’t think I scratched my eye but it still isn’t right, yet, 15 hours later. It’s the better of my two eyes, besides. I’m hoping when it all settles down it will be fine or maybe even better. Ever the optimist. Meanwhile I’m drinking carrot juice and eating vegetables for snacks. I’ve washed them with purified water and will continue that. If not better in a week I’ll visit a doctor, I guess. My singing voice, while more sensitive to prolonged use, is better than when I was smoking pot. So is my interpretation of song. Meanwhile, I’m optimistic that I only have some swelling from the chemicals in that soap and things will be fine, soon. When I was young boy my mother’s friends would always say what long eyelashes I had. Not so much, now. By the way I like that you don’t use false eyelashes and that you don’t accent you lower ones all the way around the eye. You leave the inside third bare. You’re pretty smart. I still think you look best bare naked with no make up. The real you is amazing. But that’s just me.

I know you had laser surgery on yours. Pretty brave of you. You and Tiger Woods. Maybe, when I’m rich, I’ll see about getting them back to 20/20. You know, you have the most beautiful eyes I think I’ve ever seen.

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;

Turns out I DID scratch my eye on the cornea below the pupil. Not to worry , though. I mentioned I may come out with better eyesight. You know, God’s way of keeping our vision good via occasional scratches we are likely to pick up through the brush and woods, etc. I think this may be the case with me. Two days of worry now replaced with as good or better vision. When I was told to cough up $23. for some ointment the doctor recommended I told the pharmacist to keep it and walked out satisfied I’d be O.K. I have a follow up visit with an eye doctor in a week or so anyway. I ‘ll let him tell me what’s next.  Meanwhile I’ll have my other more problematic right eye that was almost kicked out of socket by evil N,.Y.C. in 2008 looked at and see what can be done about that. Both eyes read at 20/25. Not the 20/15 I had as a youth but O.K.. It’s not my karma to have a bad result, it seems.

I clip my nails with scissors. One straight main cut with two 45 degree side cuts leaving two points. The better to scratch oneself with, I think. My nails grow pretty fast, too, so it’s easier that way, besides. If anything the lesson learned was to SLOW DOWN when I find myself racing as was the case that day.

Learning that I have to let everyone know about the very real commie plot that we are all in. I expound on it in my front page.

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;

Not too impressed, in fact very nonplused, you, by something yesterday. Was it my arrogance about being fine with the eye or my arrogance about requiring the return of a stolen knife by my brother? Was it to do with me at all?

I sit on hold waiting to tell Dennis Prager that my opinion is that China released Covid-19 on us to blackmail our deep state into rigging the 2020 election to oust Trump “or else” and what his guest thinks of that. Next to me is an unbathed crazy person jogging his head to some headphones he is listening to on a computer. I trudge on, nonetheless.

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 had a lower molar cavity filled today and learned my farthest back one needs serious work, maybe an implant replacement. Where am I going to come up with that kind of money? I spent my wad on my teeth already five years ago. Funny thing is I brush vigorously and every day. Can’t figure out the sudden decline. I’ m investigating my Medi Care options. Meanwhile I will be brushing that area extra with whatever toothpaste fits the bill. I quit coffee and smoking pot just in time or not soon enough, it seems. Now I have two reasons to speed up my expose, you AND my tooth.

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.

Well, that’s all for today. I know you have a busy schedule and I so do appreciate the time you must spend reading here. I can tell. For decades I had nobody special to think about and now, with you, I’m getting back to being a human being again. Seeing you yesterday found me in a particularly frisky mood. I DO feel twenty years younger than I am, you know. Maybe 106 is not enough. Maybe I should go for 110. The mind and heart are amazing tools. All I can do is make myself as worthy as I can be for you. I’m sure about my choice, though. If it’s not in the cards I will still be very grateful for what inspiration you have already given me. Keep up the good work, girl. You are an amazing success story all by yourself. A real standout.

About my brother, I may offer him $40. that I should have paid him that day in case I didn’t for helping me with my storage locker. Maybe he thought it was a fair trade to take my knife, instead. By the way, C.D. looks so much better, lately. Hey, anything I can do to help.

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.

R.F.K. Jr’s V.P. choice being a football quarterback? I think he may steal the stage once the race gets down to the wire. I’m in agreement with what I know of this man’s views and principles. There is also a popular song that goes; “Vote for Kennedy. Vote for Kennedy.” that’s very catching out there.

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 maleable 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.

Don’t like talking about me so much. It’s just that you can’t talk back so I am stuck with what I do know about. I hope you understand. I’d love to bounce ideas back and forth with you but it isn’t convenient, now. About all you can do is give me knowing look at sign off. I freeze those images and feast my eyes on them for a half hour, after, usually. It nourishes my soul and I know it. It’s how I fill myself up with what’s good in this crazy world we live in.

But on the brighter side of life, Here’s to looking at you. (I’m refraining from sentimentality.)

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.

Visited with my sister and her husband these last two days. He is a hard core denier regarding my story. If King ADMITTED it he’d deny it all. My conversation with him has convinced me I will have to include the word brainwashed in all my subsequent billboards. You know; “YOU HIDEOUS, BRAINWASHED MASOCHISTS…YOU TRAGIC, BRAINWASHED VICTIMS…YOU WEAK, BRAINWASHED PHONIES…REPENT, YOU BRAINWASHED WEAKLINGS…SAVING YOU BRAINWASHED VICTIMS…YOU’RE BRAINWASHED; GET INFORMED..” or something along those lines. A public relations man in Maine once told me the first order of business is to let the public know that they have been deprived of correct information. That they are depraved, in a word. That’s only half of it. Scared, knee jerk, boot-licking, masochists…

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 $400. coming every month for about $1,385. @ 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.

Mostly diary stuff, today. Restraining myself from sentimentality. I know I like you. That’s enough for me. I have little idea about you liking me, however. I’m used to postponement of rewards and even let downs. But, hey, I know what I like and I like you. Tomorrow is laundry and dropping off documents to social security. That and my bi monthly city council appearance to speak. Also my bi monthly chiropractic adjustment. Speaking of which, my back was uncomfortable watching the second play after hitting balls so hard. I laid down on a bench during intermission and, after ten minutes, felt one vertebra snap back into place all by itself. The rest of the show went pain free. My eyes are back to at least normal, now. Carrot juice and heavy teeth brushing from here, forward, though. I need to save that back molar. Saliva, alone, will repair a cavity if kept clean.

Let’s hope Trump is able to surmount his oppositions attempts to rig the 2024 election. Even better, let’s hope J.F.K. Jr. takes the stage by storm and re established idealism and clarity of thought. We certainly owe that family our best effort. We’re lucky he is willing to save us. I prefer the football player V.P. over perhaps too radical to wash with the public Jesse Ventura. In either case its should be an invigorating ride. Who will Trump choose? If worse come to worse and Trump doesn’t flatten his deep state enemies with my website address across his cap, well, he’s too meek for the job. God hates a coward. You hear that, Trump?

Be good, my favorite female, let’s hope for a better tomorrow. We need it, badly.

March, 19. ’24;

I wasn’t going to post here for a while as you seem a little out of sorts, lately. However, an unusual, alarming dream this morning begs to be divulged. But first, I notice how you’ve been flashing that marriage ring of yours lately. I get it, all the pretty girls are already spoken for. Besides, what’s a woman like you want with a homeless man in a van spouting a conspiracy? Much less, a 70 year old man? Well, in the first place, I’m closer to 55 in terms of fitness and I will become the world’s most eligible bachelor someday if I break my news. It’s a massive conspiracy, not a theory. I’m not worried if you reject me or you’re not available. I will do just fine. You ARE my pick of them all, however. I have no idea where you are with your marriage. I’m keeping my hat in the ring in the meantime. THAT I pick you tells us both I am considerate of staying with whomever I choose. You’re up to snuff and not boring so I am being responsible in that sense. I’m a good man and want to make one choice for the remainder of my time here on earth if I can help it. Not several choices over time.

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.

My own community is thrilled with the sensation of being raped by all of this takeover activity in motion under Biden and the deep state. “So what? Let’s see how it plays out?” kind of insanity. At the council meeting today I will make it a point to not look at the council but at the camera (public), instead. And let them know that council members are getting triple their salaries from business kickbacks or they wouldn’t do it. That the whole system breeds corruption and that that is what they stand for and that’s why you all have to work so hard to cover their deeds. That Panetta is a millstone around their overworked necks until they bring me forward.

About my rash statements; “YOU HIDEOUS, BRAINWASHED MASOCHISTS”  and such. I know what I’m up against. That slogan has power. All the rules of publicity are out the window and won’t work as long as there is such jealousy against me. I’m still alive BECAUSE I recognize this fact of our society. Don’t judge me and I won’t judge you. Your media peers are rich at the expense of the public from all their lying and manipulating of the truth. Money has been the weapon of choice to bribe America out of their freedoms. Money will destroy us if a hero doesn’t emerge soon. In you I see a better person than that and, except for being used in 2020 to suggest an upset in Arizona prior to the vote your bosses knew about in advance, you have been very, very ethical and proper. I LIKE you and think you’re different.

Nothing could be more fun than being right in a world gone terribly wrong. I’ve been that character for four decades. Otherwise I couldn’t bear it all. But it IS fun being at the point of the spear. My life has meaning, more than any other person on earth. Sorry, just a fact.

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.

P.S. Scored big today at the Goodwill outlet center that charges by the pound. Some three dozen or more karaoke discs (Hard to find) and some two dozen regular discs. Total cost, minus the cases I discarded? $15. Retail? $700..Yesterday I found a Heinkel chef’s knife in mint condition, as well, and a like new Titleist wedge. Retail value for both about $200. For me about $4. I used to be a cook for twenty years. Now I can add the Heinkel to my set. I seek fulfillment in thrift stores for this reason. I like a good deal. Did I mention I got my Gibson guitar for $35., decades ago, the same way? It’s safe in storage and it rings like a bell.

March 26, ’24;

Hey, good looking. Always nice to see your spectacular face. Those eyes of yours. Wow!

Anyway, getting antsy about my need to whip the public into shape. What a mess this so called human race. Even if I save them, now, it will only be a short lived salvation. Such a weakling species it is. Look at the sheeple of Russia licking their wounds wondering why they were slaughtered in a theater. “Oh, we didn’t let Putin kill Navalney, we didn’t let him put himself into office after we turned out by the thousands to support Navalney, once, we didn’t turn a blind eye so we could lick our ice cream cones. We’re innocent as can be.” So much crap.

Look at the sheeple of America; “So what if Stephen King killed our beloved John Lennon. He’s dead and there’s nothing we can do about it now. So what if Biden rigged the 2020 vote and stole our right to choose? So what if he’s flooding our nation with foreigners to water us down and set us up for a financial fall down the road? So what if he and Kamala are communists? The alternative is to stand up like a man and protest this absurdity. We can’t do that. We want to lick our ice cream cones, too. Our parents raised us to be douchebags. They wouldn’t steer us wrong” Also, so much crap.

Last Saturday I boke my boycott of KSCO Radio to pipe up; “We’re all already communists. I have a great piece about it on my website; lennonmurdertruth.com. Jesus once said; “A prophet is never acknowledge by his home town.” That certainly applies to Steve Lightfoot, now. If you people don’t help me break…” At which point I was cut off. I was about to say; “..my story and punish Stephen King before next February I will be leaving the state of California and let you lose bragging rights to Utah and hold the bag of shame ever after for failing the rest of America when they needed the truth and people who could demand it.” But, so common with the media, the subject of Lennon’s political assassination is off limits to the people. We ARE already communists. The media have sold us out for a fat paycheck. Like the rest of our establishment.

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.

I wish I could be more pleasant. I promise to be so after disclosure, though. Night and day.

March 28,’24;

Goodness! I have more text about you than my golf chapter. I’ll be doing some serious deletions, soon.

Had another tooth cavity filled yesterday. My other van is fitted with a new battery and I got it started after adding some fresh gas today and will brave the 100 mile jaunt over the mountainous trek in a few days to access a new storage site for it. I will have to hitch hike back to Monterey as Greyhound is booked that day. I’ll hold a sign; ” 152 WEST – WILL PAY YOUR GAS!”  Right after that I will have my bigger van fixed. It’s front suspension. ($383.00) It’s driver’s side front wheel wobbles. Then I will drive it to the central valley and tidy up things and pick up some stuff my sister has stored at her storage facility. Wheww!

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?”

Noticed your ears and no make up the other day. I also noticed face language that says to me you are NOT a deep state agent playing me. Instead that you adore my notion about true love, in fact. Could just be my imagination.

Anyway, busy, busy, busy, lately and the time is up for today’s computer work.

March 29, ’24;
I’m going to assume your own world is to account for the dead pan look I saw yesterday. Something in the work place? Something’s got you off your normal self.

I noticed a black employee wearing makeup from the neck up, only, much darker than her real complexion recently. How crazy is that? It looks alarming. I hope she would embrace her mixed blood. No need to cater to blacks like that. Well, that’s all for today. Get with the truth and it will set you free. All this shop culture has to make room for that, I think. Truth. Imagine that.

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

Don’t want to leave you hanging on April Fool’s Day’s last post. My intentions with you are serious. I have learned not to gush too much since my earlier posts. As such just know that I think you’re swell. In other words you make my heart swell.  Nobody else does. Whatever will be will be is all I can hope for.  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. 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.

I once recoiled at the notion of anything like a ‘Second Coming’ figure. I think most of all that stuff is gobbledygoop nonsense, frankly. That and prophesy heresy. HOWEVER, now, aware of the magnitude of the evil of the society I am trying to save, IF there is such a thing I must be it. MUST be. God forbid, but it seems like it more and more the world is so evil. S-O-O-O evil. I feel, at times, this species does not deserve my efforts and would be better of wiped out by an asteroid it’s so stupid. So far from living right it should be spared the torment it is in. Just knowing any change I may make will be only temporary is sickening. So, now you see why I have been refraining from posting to you, lately. I DO have to focus on disclosure and exorcizing society, first. Until then I am no catch at all and entirely out of my real element..

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 Laurie 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. Meanwhile I think I can successfully exorcize Monterey and Santa Cruz before mid February. Good people, just weak, jealous and without confidence. I’ve noticed that, wherever I live, the public is less proud and less loud and more subdued with it’s laughter they all know how phony they are in the wake of what I do. You see? They’d all rather hang their heads low than stand up like a man and deal with the evil in their midst. Expose, try and execute evil arch enemy, communist; Stephen King.

Have reason to believe you may or may not articulate your eyebrows for the camera. You know, trace above the tips to enlarge your already large eye profile. Like tapping the rod twice. Either way it’s a good look. I’ve already let you know I like you best bare naked without make up. More down to earth, I guess. I wouldn’t blame you IF you do. Yours are the most beautiful eyes on a famous person I have ever seen, with or without articulation.  Maybe I’m just imagining things or maybe I’m less the detective I thought I was to only notice, now, after years of study.

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.

Love, always, Steve

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• December 7, 2019 KSCO Interview:
• OBAMA TRIED, TWICE, TO KILL ME!!
• PEOPLE, YOU’RE THE PROBLEM!
• Me on golf technique – part 2
• SITE HACKED B.D. 2017
• Me on golf technique;
• JEALOUS PUBLIC, REPENT!
• Death Wish Society vs. me;
• What’s up, weaklings?!
• HOORAY, TRUMP!
• MAGAZINE UPCHARGE JAN. 2017;
• MY WEBSITE VAN:
• GET INFORMED, PHONIES!
• Donald’s do or die
• ERIC SNOWDEN
• Is God a jealous perv.?
• UNMASKING HILLARY;
• Satanic mankind stonewalling?
• Election Alert;
• My Thesis / Overview;
• 35th Murder Anniversary Protest;
• C.I.A. Killing U.S.A.
• On Trump
• Messed Up Masses.
• Ratcheting Up The Rhetoric;
• Injury update: 9-23-’16
• Police Abuses Against Me;
• Keep your guns, change your media.
• You’re All Insane; Get Informed;
• SATAN OWNS SILENT AMERICA
• YOUR HERO – STEVE LIGHTFOOT
• PHONY PUBLIC FAILING MESSENGER
• Salinger/Chapman/King
• Follow Me – Get Well
• Yoko Ono IS a govt. cunt!
• YOKO’S NO GOOD
• Entry message;
• L.A.P.D. trying to kill me?
• Venice Beach Attacking Messenger;
• KGO’s Pat Thurston betraying you.
• BUSH ADMINISTRATION WITCH-HUNTING ME
• Obama terrorizing me via tickets
• ACCIDENT ???!!!!
• John Cougar Melonhead
• Barbara Walters Betrayed You
• Introduction chapter;
• 20 QUESTIONS;
• TRAFFIC ACCIDENT SET UP???
• Why so sick, public?!
• Judge Begert in F.B.I. plot to kill me?
• NYPD Plot at Strawberry Fields?
• My Public Image
• BEWARE CHAPMAN MOVIE:
• Cover letter / Resume
• Beware Bob Grant, et al.
• KGO NEWSTALK IS A C.I.A. RADIO STATION! BEWARE AL
• KGO Radio is evil;
• Beware Autotyme repair in Oceanside
• Chapman lie: Society’s phoniness.
• ‘Jeb!’
• Police admit killing Biggee Small?
• Occasional Diary/Thoughts:
• Tired of being stupid?
• OUT THIS OR GET JEB BUSH
• Mayor Garcetti & Chief Beck Assaulting Me;
• You Bay Area Boot-lickers
• YOUR PHONINESS IS THE PROBLEM
• Media controlled is satanic;
• People, you’re the problem….
• Chapman Lie; Media Terrorism:
• ‘NOWHERE MAN’, PLEASE LISTEN
• Come Together Over John
• America, you’re upside down;
• STEPHEN KING IS A MURDERER!
• MY CREDENTIALS AND BELIEFS;
• DEC 8 RALLY 2014
• FERGUSEN DEMONSTRATIONS;
• My family taught me you’re all evil;
• Election Mega Alert
• DENIAL EQUALS CHILD ABUSE
• Nov. 16 – ’13 SNAPSHOT
• I Need Demonstrators;
• YOU BRAINWASHED JACKASSES
• I tot I taw a Putin cat;
• Why Trust Me?
• I NEED SPONSORS; Quadruple your money offer;
• SYRIA CRISIS
• July 4 Commiserations;
• Perverse Public Apathetic
• YOU PHUCKING PHONIES
• Chapman is crap, man
• IT’S UP TO ALL OF YOU
• HELP ME IF YOU CAN
• COAST TO COAST IS A HOAX
• Memorial Day Message
• ‘SANDY’S’ revenge
• From ‘Sandy’ to Sandy Hook
• Appeal # 797163312-9
• Comprehensive information newsletter;
• Stephen King Shot John Lennon
• RALLY 32nd Anniversary of John’s Death
• HURRY. HELP ME COME FORWARD!
• Ugly U.S. of Apathy;
• You silly monkeys
• U.S.S.R. runs U.S.A.
• Connect with this and win!!! 99%er’s.
• Motion to Dismiss Due to Discriminatory Prosecution
• VARIOUS MOTIONS
• GET A CLUE, MONKEYS;
• Osama Been Gotten;
• Land of the deceived, home of the $lave
• My chance to vent;
• INFIDELS, REPENT!
• WAR WHORES UPDATE;
• Fed up with the oil mess!!!
• BIGGER THAN WATERGATE
• It’s True, Florida!
• Hi, New England,
• Hey, People of Bangor!
• Silly monkeys, it’s true
• Are you Nukewortyhy, N.Y.C?
• Obama’s in, now help me protest!.
• King corrupting Judge Moskowitz?
• Committee on Judicial Responsibility
• WHY YOU SHOULD CARE;
• Great Maned Apes:
• Hero killers repent
• Get rich;Buy my vans!!!
• $atan Rule$ Fool$
• Little Eichmans; Little Chapmans
• Working Class Hero Killers
• America the ugly;
• CHP Stalking me?
• Bay Area Beware the Press Democrat
• I was right. You got punked!
• REAGAN’S PASSING
• SNAPSHOT
• ARE YOU MONKEYS OR MEN?
• ARE YOU MONKEYS OR MEN? 2
• EXPOSE this or DESERVE Bush;
• Dec. 8 Rally; ABC-TV Bldg. N.Y.N.Y
• DOES MOSCOW RUN AMERICA?
• Bush’s Phony War in Iraq
• YOUR COVERUP ISN’T WORKING