From the get-go, it was obvious Mark David Chapman was a patsy for John Lennon’s real killer. Think about it: Lennon had been on Richard Nixon’s enemies list. Do you really think it was really some lone nutcase with fanatical obsessions with both the best Beatle and the single most overrated work of literature in the the twentieth century who snuffed him out? The question that next emerges from this elucidating line of reasoning is “If not Chapman, then who?” For a while, I thought it was Dolores O’Riordan from The Cranberries, until it was pointed out that the chorus of I Just Shot John Lennon was a supposed quote from Chapman after the alleged incident, and that O’Riordan was in Limerick, Ireland at the time of the shooting, and also that she was nine years old.
My quest for the truth might have been forever stymied if not for the courage of Steve Lightfoot, who, during a meeting of the Sarasota, Florida City Commission that had nothing whatsoever to do with Lennon’s assassination, exposed the truth behind the whole ugly business before being escorted off the premises by the Sarasota Police Chief, who probably is an agent of the conspiracy. What Lightfoot said before he was silenced was this: “I’m from California. I’m known by 10% of Florida. I’m known by 50% of California. I’m the man exposing the truth about John Lennon’s murder. Stephen King, Casey Key resident, shot John Lennon. He’s not suing me… my van says it all over the place. … Stephen King is the worst criminal the state of Florida has ever harbored.”
Think about it. It all makes sense. Stephen King writes horror novels, and most people can agree that killing John Lennon is pretty horrible. Some of King’s characters come to a bad end – just like John Lennon. Stephen King was not nine years old and in Ireland the day Lennon was shot. Both Lennon and King wore eyeglasses. Lennon loved peace, while King made money off the terror of readers. King was addicted to drugs until the late 1980’s. Did he kill Lennon for drugs? Does he even remember doing it? The pieces of the puzzle are there, but until a small municipality somewhere in the swamps of Florida allows Lightfoot to speak his mind, even if it’s not on the meeting’s agenda, the real killer won’t be brought to justice.
