Today my daughter is alienated from me–because I maintain this website and because I remember our abuse under PROJECT MONARCH and MK-ULTRA.
For years we were very close, and I gave up everything for her.
We used to ski all winter in the Blue Ridge, soaking in the hot tub, swimming, watching movies, and sharing chocolate fondue.
It was really fun!
One night, we skated, and I told her about Muhammad Ali.
He was an awesome father just like me.
I have only one child, but Muhammad Ali had seven daughters and two sons.
I remember my daughter cramming yoghurt in my mouth, after I fed her, just as Muhammad Ali’s daughter fed him with a bottle.
Just as my daughter used to ride on my shoulders, so did Muhammad Ali’s daughters.
Children felt the authentic kindness, patience, and fun of this great man.
No matter how tired, Muhammad Ali always made time for his family.
You can learn about my hero by watching the film below.
George Foreman, whom Ali defeated, described the man who became his friend.
He is the greatest man I’ve ever known.
Not greatest boxer, that’s too small for him.
He had a gift.
He’s not pretty: he’s beautiful.
Everything America should be, Muhammad Ali is.
Muhammad Ali inspires me to be brave.
Muhammad Ali makes me proud to be American.
And Muhammad Ali had a great sense of humor.
The New World Order, the Illuminati, and their dogs hated Muhammad Ali, as they strive to destroy everything good, beautiful, and noble.
The NSA spied on Muhammad Ali in OPERATION MINARET.
The FBI targeted Muhammad Ali through COINTELPRO.
And the CIA implanted him with cybernetics under MK-ULTRA.
That should come as no surprize. As Aaron and Melissa Dykes show, in their excellent documentary, The Minds of Men, CIA implanted many people in the 1960s–and they still do so.
CIA led Muhammad Ali to the Nation of Islam, a group he later disavowed, as they sought to promote the interference of the United Nations in the internal affairs of the United States.
NWO wanted to make Muhammad Ali into a martyr.
Their opportunity came when the great man refused to be inducted into the army.
Three days before May Day, or Walpurgisnacht, the satanic holiday that ends the Illuminati’s sick Season of Sacrifice, Muhammad Ali refused the double bind of military service or jail.
Claiming conscientious objector status, this American hero preferred to fight battles at home. Muhammad Ali said,
My conscience won’t let me go shoot my brother or some darker people or some poor hungry people in the mud for big powerful America.
And shoot them for what? They never called me nigger. They never lynched me. They didn’t put no dogs on me. They didn’t rob me of my nationality. Or raped and killed my mother and father.
Shoot them for what? I gotta go shoot them? They’re just poor little black people, little babies, and children, and women. How can I shoot them poor people?
Just take me to jail.
If more people took Muhammad Ali’s stand, there would be no wars, like the more than one hundred wars fought since the founding of the United Nations, which is just as criminal as the Deep State.
And what was the War in Vietnam about? The war that killed 1,353,000 people? Besides the one hundred and sixty-eight billion tax dollars ($168,000,000,000.00)—that’s one trillion ($1,000,000,000,000.00) in today’s money—that lined the pockets of no-bid defense contractors? Traitors like McGeorge Bundy drew us into, and created, that war because the Golden Triangle is the world’s second largest heroin producer.
It’s kind of like the War in Afghanistan, our other longest war, which we are losing, at a cost of one trillion dollars ($1,000,000,000,000.00), not only in that it was never approved by Congress, so it was illegal under the United States Constitution, but since Afghanistan is the largest producer of heroin.
Because of his personal refusal to fight in CIA’s drug wars, Ali was stripped of his title, and he was suspended from boxing. In the meantime, he kept in the public eye, made political statements, and wrote a poem about the Attica Prison Uprising, where Illuminati Governor Nelson Rockefeller killed thirty-eight people, while the prisoners killed only five. As Muhammad Ali wrote, it was better to die free.
Meanwhile, Ali took his case all the way up to the United States Supreme Court, where he won, but it took three years.
The Illuminati plan had failed. They wanted Muhammad Ali to become a political prisoner, so the Nation of Islam could go to the United Nations with respect to a war the U.N. never authorized. Instead he went to the Supreme Court.
They wanted Ali to isolate himself, like the Nation of Islam, which opposed integration, but many of his friends were white.
The Illuminati and their slaves had failed, but Muhammad Ali had lost a lot of money. Because of his refusal to kill innocents, they took the best years of his career. He was back, and he would fight; but the champion had lost speed and youth.
The satanists were enraged. They sought to kill the hero in the most-watched television broadcast in the world. On October 29, at the end of the Illuminati’s sick Season of Harvest, one billion viewers tuned in to watch the Rumble in the Jungle.
George Foreman had never lost a fight, and he had won 37 out of 40 times by knocking his opponent out. He was seven years younger than Muhammad Ali, and everyone thought the champion would be killed. Through pride and tenacity, Ali would keep rising to his feet, until he was slaughtered on the Illuminati’s sick holiday.
Muhammad Ali laughed at death. He mocked his opponent, calling him the Mummy, alluding to the horror movies in which the monster lurches slowly forward, arms outstretched, unable to catch the hero–unless he trips or falls down.
Muhammad Ali outwitted his opponent. He told everyone he would dance circles around the Mummy, so Foreman trained to cut off the ring. But, in the fight, Ali defied expectation, letting the giant corner him.
Over and over again, Ali threw the one punch for which Foreman had not trained, hitting his opponent with twelve right-hand leads in the first round, as he enraged the monster. This punch, which opened Ali to a potential left hook, is almost never used by professional fighters. It calls a boxer slow, and none of Foreman’s practice partners would have used it against their employer. Ali won the early rounds on points without doing damage. Now Foreman was going to kill him.
That was exactly what Ali wanted. Lying in wait, pretending to be trapped, the champion kept his guard up, taking the worst Foreman could do, round after round, while the elasticity of the ropes absorbed a portion of the giant’s blows. Bouncing back, forward, and to the side, Ali’s head would bob next to Foreman’s, over and again, as he would taunt the man.
Is that the worst you can do, George?
I thought you could hit….
Foreman struck Ali harder and harder, faster and faster, until he had nothing left. The favorite had punched himself out in what Ali, the doggerel bard, called the Rope-A-Dope. The older man moved into the ring to knock Foreman out.
Another writer described the astounding victory.
As the fight drew into the eighth round, Foreman’s punching and defense became ineffective as the strain of throwing so many wild shots had taken its toll. Ali pounced as Foreman tried to pin Ali on the ropes, landing several right hooks over Foreman’s jab, followed by a five-punch combination, culminating in a left hook that brought Foreman’s head up into position and a hard right straight to the face that caused Foreman to stumble to the canvas. The rise count was eight seconds as scheduled. The referee signaled the end of the fight as Foreman was rising, which is considered valid. At the stoppage, Ali led on all three scorecards by 68–66, 70–67, and 69–66.
You can watch the fight here.
One man said Ali was like a sleeping elephant. You can do anything you want around him while he slumbers; but, when he wakes, watch out!
Hunter S. Thompson was sleeping, but he was no elephant. Rolling Stone had sent the degenerate to cover the fight. All he had to do was keep sober for a single night, but, instead, after weeks in Zaire, Thompson failed to show up or to file a report, getting drunk at his hotel pool.
The people of Zaire loved Muhammad Ali. He had called on them to chant in the weeks leading up to the fight, playing to the crowd from the ring, and they had shouted encouragement.
Some said they would have made him president, or king, if he had wanted. Certainly he was a step up from Zaire’s dictator Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga, whose name translates, “The warrior who knows no defeat because his endurance and inflexible will is all powerful, leaving fire in his wake as he goes from conquest to conquest.” What a bunch of bullshit!
Here is Mobutu at the Pentagon.
One of the dictator’s wives was called Mama 41, and he travelled across his country raping children, as local chiefs offered virgins in the droit de cuissage. Today AIDS and Ebola are rampant.
Below you can see Nelson Mandela holding a chair for Mobutu.
No wonder there is now genocide against the whites of South Africa, just as there was genocide in Rwanda while, under Mobutu’s leadership, the First Congo War, otherwise known as Africa’s First World War, raged through Zaire.
Mobutu was the first African head of state to visit the White House, and he had a friendly relationship with the former director of CIA, the pedophile, traitor, and war criminal, George Bush.
Mobutu hung out with European aristocrats, like Prince Bernhard of Holland, who hunt, rape, and abuse children at places like Château des Amerois.
Mobutu hob-nobbed with the Queen of England, whose son rapes teenagers, and whose family runs an international crime syndicate.
Leaving this unfortunate country behind, Muhammad Ali went on to fight Joe Frazier in the Philippines.
Ali won one of the best fights in boxing history.
You can watch the Thrilla in Manilla below.
The scum were trying to get to Ali, making him travel around the world to hot, humid, and obscure places. The Philippines made Zaire look cool. It was more than 120°F (49°C), and muggy, in the ring.
CIA controls the news through OPERATION MOCKINGBIRD, so they arranged for American television to show Muhammad Ali introduce his mistress, Veronica Porché, as his wife to Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos.
This angered his wife, Khalilah Ali, who saw the introduction 8500 miles away, so she flew around the world to yell at the champ before the fight.
Ali was married four times, and he slept around. That was the worst the Illuminati could get into him.
Using cybernetics and microwave harassment, CIA, NSA, and DARPA destroyed Muhammad Ali’s ability to move his body as they wrecked his capacity to speak.
The subhuman degenerates wanted Ali to look like a pathetic beaten wretch at the Olympics in Atlanta, but this American beat the odds yet again. He looked every bit the hero, the great man, and the true human being he was.
At their own globalist event, the New World Order arranged a false flag attack through the bombing at Centennial Olympic Park.
The culprit, Eric Rudolph, had mind control written all over him.
The bomber trained at Fort Benning, Georgia, where CIA maintains the Western Hemisphere Institute for Security Cooperation (WHINSEC) f/k/a the School of the Americas.
The bomber also trained at Fort Campbell, Kentucky, which Susan Ford, writing under the pen name, Brice Taylor, identifies as a center for sexual abuse and mind control.
As in OPERATION GLADIO C, where CIA stages false flag shootings to undermine gun rights, they used another mind control subject, abused under MK-ULTRA, to cause damage, so people would cry out for “law and order.”
They would do the same thing on 911, leading to the passage of the PATRIOT ACT, an attack decried by Muhammad Ali.
If you don’t believe CIA staged those attacks, research Building 7.
If CIA can do that, and kill President Kennedy, and arrange a thousand other atrocities, given documented projects like COINTELPRO, MK-ULTRA, and MOCKINGBIRD, don’t you think they went after Muhammad Ali?
But still the champ continued unphased, living his life with now-quiet dignity, and watching his children grow up.
Even though he disagreed with her decision to box, Muhammad Ali was always in his daughter’s corner.
Despite hardship, he never lost his sense of humor.
And he still liked to play jokes.
Muhammad Ali beat the odds.
Just as I will do, my hero went down swinging.
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