Muhammad Ali and Me

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Muhammad Ali and Me

Here you shall read the details about a couple of Hoover's Fed Burr of Eye
unfriendlies
who sabotaged our family car
the night before our trip
to go see Muhammad Ali at his training camp
and challenge him to go with me
to get the hostages in Iran from Ayatollah Khomeini.
Had I not caught them in the act our car would have blown up in a freak accident.
That was FB-Eyes first attempt to murder me,
the poet prophet J. Edgarina despised;
Hoover's slime bags following his legacy orders.
A matching version of these events resides in
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I was born in 1941; Muhammad Ali in 1942.
Ali was 22 years old when, as
Cassius Marcellus Clay he knocked out Sonny Liston.
Upon that,
Clay was the youngest champion boxer in world history.


I saw the fight at the Century Theater, in Buffalo, New York.
The ticket cost five bucks.
I arrived late and the few seats left were in the balcony.
The crowd was for Liston.
I seemed the only person there for Clay.
When I announced I was betting on Cassius everyone,
all the fans in the balcony wanted to bet me
Liston was going to knock out Clay in three.

I was for Muhammad Ali from the begining,
through thick and thin.
I applauded when Cassius Clay proclaimed his name was
Muhammad Ali.
In 1980 I was going to his training camp in Pennsylvania
to challenge Muhammad to
go with me to Teheran instead of fighting Holmes,
meet with Ayatollah Khomeini
and bring our 53 American hostages home.

I had long hair and a beard and was bringing along
copies of my Television Scripture,
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss,
with every line a delicate rhyme
that like old blind Homer
I can recite from cover-to-cover
and I was going to give
my prophetic
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
to Muhammad Ali
reciting from The Book ov Lev ringing bells
with my mull tie ling well lyric sense.

I believe Muhammad Ali would have loved
The Book ov Lev It A Kiss
and proclaimed his own copy on sight of it.
Ali was a poet.
He loved lyrics and often spoke
interspersing his wraps with lyric and rhyme.

To show I was a prophet of God
As was Muhammad Ali also a man of
The LAN Lord uh pin Heaven
I was going to speak
the opening line I had for the Ayatollah
and more, in Farsi
for Muhammad Ali to judge
I did have Holy words for the Ayatollah.
So we could go to Teheran and bring our hostages home.

My proposed challenge
delivered to Muhammad Ali
surely bested Muhammad Ali boxing past his prime.


Especially in a match with his
most jealous of sparring partners, Larry Holmes:

"All we ask is return of our own.
The Shah is with Allah."

Ayatollah Khomeini would have interrupted,
"The Shah is in hell."

"Give me and Ali the hostages.
America will elect me president
Muhammad Ali Vice President.
I am president 1980,
World Peace begins 1982.
After World Peace comes
Big AL Allah
is going to make His Resurrection.


After Allah brings the Resurrection
all the children of the Iranian people
who were murdered by
Savak,
Reza Shah Pahlavi's secret police
shall be returned to their families
here on the earth,
and Shah Pahlavi shall be returned
to the Iranian people."


So they could string the Shah up
and stone him to death
while the Ayatollah sat watching.


That is what I planned on
telling Ayatollah Ruhallah Khomeini.
In Farsi.
That was my overall intent.

Challenge my brother
Muhammad Ali
to go with me my body guard
meet Ayatollah Khomeini
talk to hymn
and we bring the hostages home.

The night before my trip to
Muhammad Ali's Pennsylvania training camp
I went up to the roof of our apartment
to smoke a cigarette.

I always smoked in the house
yet this night I decided
to fire up a Lucky Strike on the roof.


It had been softly raining for a few hours
and the drizzle finally stopped.
The next day I was going to Pennsylvania
to challenge my man Muhammad Ali.

Our apartment was at 978 Amherst St.
right off the corner of Delaware Avenue
next to Dave Duncan's Sunoco station.
In winter we parked at Duncan's,
in the summer across Amherst St.
at Max Pedan's Mobile.

We lived on the 3rd floor
a floor above the Sunoco roof.
Our windows
gave us a full view of
the busy Amherst St. and Delaware Ave. corner.
I stood on our roof,
enjoying my unfiltered Lucky Strike
and saw a beat-up pick up truck
speeding down Delaware
heading south
then turning hard onto Amherst Street.

But the truck was going too fast
to make the turn.

Maybe they pulled onto Max Peden's Mobile
which was closed for the night.
I ambled across the roof.

The beat up pick up was parked
by my mother's Chevrolet Caprice convertible.
One was under the side of our car,
the other at the back.
I hollered out,
"What are you doing by that car!"


They jumped in their pickup truck,
pulled onto Delaware Ave.
and sped off heading south.

The next morning I woke,
fixed a cup of instant coffee
and went downstairs to gas up the car.

I wondered, what did they do?
They were parked by our car ten seconds.

1980 was years before The Pelican Brief.

I got into the car.
All of Max Pedan's pumps were available.
I put the key in the ignition
and fired up the car.

I went to gas up at one of the pumps
but in as much time as it took
to back the car from our spot and turn around
all of Max Pedan's gas pump islands
had a couple, three cars lined up for fuel on each side.


I decided to gas up at Duncan's Sunoco.
I went to drive the car off the Mobile station
onto Amherst Street.
Max Peden's broken cement ramp had a pot hole issue.
Our new muffler, three days old
broke loose and began to scrape Amherst Street after a loud thunk.

So to keep from damaging our new muffler
I slowly inched the car across Amherst Street
onto Duncan's Sunoco.

Just then Dave Jr. was directing a car
out of the bay next to the office.
I shouted, "Dave we just renewed our muffler system here
and the muffler is broken already.
Dave said, "I put that muffler on myself.
Pull it in the bay."

Dave Jr. guided the car into the bay.
I disembarked and Dave lifted the car.
We inspected the O ring together.
The O ring had been cut with a razor
almost all the way through.

Before Dave went to get a fresh O ring
suddenly there were these two dudes
looking at our muffler system.
One of them said something to Dave about the O ring.

I did not catch what he said.

Dave went to grab another O ring.
Without a glance, the two walked outside.
I waited, then followed.
They were jumping into a pickup truck
the same beat up truck from the night before.
They pulled onto Delaware, again heading south.
I pulled the car out and up to the pump by the office door.

Then I changed my mind.

I told Dave I decided not to go see Muhhammad Ali.
I pulled onto Amherst Street and parked.
I went upstairs and told my mother I changed my mind.
I did not tell my mother why.

In the days that followed I noticed
that after a fill up
our Chevy was drinking gas like water.
Then I filled the tank
and looked underneath to see a puddle of gas.
I went up to the University.

A student I knew said I should come over to his house.
He had some professional goop to fix the leaking tank.

We jacked up the car and he crawled underneath.
Then the student said,
"Lev, crawl under here and check this out."
He thought the tank had rusted.
But instead of rust
there was a clean hole punched in the tank on the seam.

The idea was I gas up the car,
then get my mother Mary
to go with me to meet Muhammad Ali.

The tank would have been completely soaked,
the muffler and pipes would have broken loose from the O ring
after running over a drivable mini-pot hole in the road
the muffler would hit the pavement
sparks would fly helter skelter
and our Chevy convertible would have been blown to smithereens,
My mother Mary and her son killed in a freak accident,
the first attempt by Hoover's minions to take my life;
not by any stretch the last.

That set my public world peace quest back years
to show America I had words for all mankind
to perform on world-wide television tell my vision.

Had I gone to challenge Muhammad Ali,
he would have taken me up on my
free the hostages plan
we'd have brought the hostages home
and been elected president and vice-president.

I would have delivered world peace and together
me and my spiritual brother Muhammad Ali
would have kept the peace
from 1980 until today, taking turns as president and vice!
The reason Hoover minions attempted to murder my mother and me.
Instead Ali fought Holmes; took the beating of his life
and that was the fight that brought Ali
Parkinson's disease and silence.

I have a date with the universe I cannot be late.

I could have been early.

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After you download
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after the opening two hymns and a prayer,
after you read your story of Adman and Even
scroll to page 19.

The left column begins
with the c. 1971 description of
the arctic ice caps melting:

"All this car bin mah / Nox ide in the air
Bruth er you aint / God ath leetz feat
You roas tin pole / Er ice caps gun er
Mel din you gunnuh / gedda steam bath."

Toward the bottom of the right column
on the same page nineteen,
see the description of the
North Korean despot Kim Jung-un,
before he was born; copyright 1971.