For $17 INCLUDING POSTAGE! you get a book that is 500 PAGES AND FULLY ILLUSTRATED all about the man who was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by our first black president despite the fact that Dylan's pro-civil rights poems contain racist subcontent and pro-apartheid thinking. The reason Dylan wore dark glasses is because living with decades of HIV made his eyes light sensitive.

The premise of The Devil and Bob Dylan is that in 1961 Bob Dylan sold his soul to the Civil Rights Movement in order to become rich and famous when in reality he was a racist pig. Take this example from his book Tarantula, “& into the march now where tab hunter leads with his thunderbird…” “& into the march now” the words “march” and “now” as in "Freedom Now!" denotes the Civil Rights Movement. In Ballad of a Thin Man 1966 Dylan described a single-minded monstrous minority group as shouting the word [Freedom] Now! “You see this one-eyed midget shouting the word now!” So we are into the Civil Rights Movement “where tab hunter” a famous actor, “leads with his thunderbird” leads the march driving a Thunderbird automobile. So what? Who cares? But if you look at the word “tab” as a bill or check, such as one for a meal in a restaurant or the tab taxpayers have to pay for welfare and “hunter” as "one who searches for or seeks something” and add that to “thunderbird” a brand of cheap wine favored by Blacks, then Tab Hunter leading in his T-bird becomes a lazy freeloading drunken "nigger" is leading the Civil Rights Movement!

Who is going to believe that this is a translation of Bob Dylan, icon of the Civil Rights Movement? Who is going to believe Blowin’ In The Wind is a racist song, a variation of Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit, in which Dylan has blacks blowing in the wind because they are hanging from the business end of a lynch rope. Who is going to believe that when Dylan wrote “before they’re forever banned” by banned he meant: South African Under the former system of apartheid, to deprive (a person suspected of illegal activity) of the right of free movement and association with others. Dylan compares Israel to Nazi Germany, is a Holocaust revisionist, has been HIV Positive for decades, Dylan was a dope addict ajweberman@verizon.net

Here is the full verse from Ballad of a Thin Man referred to in the above press release: "You see this one eyed midget" you see a monster with one thought on his mind "shouting the word now" asking for equal rights with Whites, "FREEDOM NOW." "You say for what reason" the media tries to be understanding "And he says HOW" the Blacks are not into higher thought - all they want is what they believe to be their entitlements "You say what does this mean?" does this mean the Civil Rights Movement is just shake-down? "And he screams back You're a Cow" he says in an uncivilized manner You are A Cash Cow "Give me some milk or else go home" give me some of the wealth I never earned or else go home "And something is happening here but you don't what it is, do Mr. Jones?" (Mr. Mediaman).

The man in me will do nearly any task,
And as for compensation, there's little he would ask.
Take a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.

“The man in me will do nearly any task” the Devil in me will do anything I ask him to do except if the task involves doing good because that is where he draws the line “And as for compensation” and as for something given as payment for a service “there's little he would ask” sarcastic; and all the Devil wants is Dylan’s soul, no big deal, so what if his disembodied spiritual essence rots eternally in Hell? “Take a woman like you” takes a scumbag like A. J. Weberman “To get through to the man in me” to reach the Devil, the murderer in me.

Storm clouds are raging all around my door
I think to myself I might not take it anymore.
Take a woman like your kind
To find the man in me.

“Storm clouds are raging all around my door” heavy dark clouds presaging rain or a storm are erupting violently around the perimeter of my home, trouble is brewing due to Weberman publicizing the fact I like to get high on smack, he is stirring up hatred against me, it’s the latest rage “I think to myself I might not take it anymore” I think to myself maybe this is a good time to stop taking heroin until the heat dies down or maybe this is the time to have Al whacked and not have to take his stupid shit anymore “Take a woman like your kind” take a sick bastard like A. J. Weberman “To find the man in me” to find the Devil in me.

But, oh, what a wonderful feeling
Just to know that you are near
Sets my a heart a-reeling
From my toes up to my heels.

“But, oh, what a wonderful feeling” but oh what a great high “Just to know that you are near” just to see that blood rushing up the droppers neck “Sets my a heart a-reeling” it sets my innermost being a-dancin’ “From my toes” from my desire to take drugs “up to my heels” Mr. Tambourine Man 1964, “wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin.’” I can’t wait to boot up!

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Took a woman like you
To get through to the man in me.

“The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen” the Devil in Dylan will use a cut out to put a contract out on Weberman, he will remain unseen “But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine” but that is just because Dylan doesn’t want to have to turn to Organized Crime for help in solving the Weberman problem and be blackmailed for the rest of his life. “Machine” organized group of people whose members are, or appear to be, under the control of one or more leaders “Took a woman like you” took a douche bag nozzle like A. J. Weberman “To get through to the man in me” to get through to the Devil in me. There you have it. A poem in which Dylan admits selling his soul to the Devil.

HISTORY HAS ABSOLVED ME

THE BBC RELEASED A TAPE IN WHICH DYLAN ADMITED HE WAS A HEROIN ADDICT. THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN SAYING FOR DECADES! You can read about Dylan's poems praising heroin in THE DEVIL AND BOB DYLAN - the chapter entitled Hector Schmeckter. So many years have passed and Dylan is still mad at me. I haven't held anymore demonstrations but I have launched a media campaign to show him up for the scumbag that he really is. I published the Dylan to English Dictionary, a first step along the way to understanding Dylanese, then Rightwing Bob and finally a re-working of Rightwing Bob entitled The Devil and Bob Dylan. Then there was the movie, The Ballad of A. J. Weberman. I finally got the fuckers number. The maggot turned out to be totally nuts, a sick self-hating Holocaust denying, HIV-ridden sex addict, Israel hating, dope fiend, racist wanna be Klansman. A fucking nut job. A Jew who supported David Duke. The sad part is that he wasn't always like that - at one point he was a tough, proud, angry Jew who wanted to join the chaya (animal) squad of the Jewish Defense League and go after Nazis. I was the sick one back then as I supported the Palestinians in their effort to establish a homeland which would ultimately be used to attack Israel. I didn't like him doing dugi cause I thought it was dangerous and had an adverse effect on personality. Dylan knew good but choose evil. In Idiot Wind Dylan wrote "One day you'll be in a ditch flies buzzin round your eyes" one day Weberman will be in his grave and the sound of pants flies opening will fill the air as people piss on his grave. We shall see.

THE MAN WHO KEPT AN EYE ON ME FOR DYLAN

Lord Oliver Foot ODed on fucking crack. I knew something was amiss when he asked me to get him some methamphetamine. He said "I got to raise money to cure blindness you know, stay up all night, work hard." Then Oliver tells me, "I spoke to Bob yesterday." I say like Bob who? "Bob Dylan. He says he really doesn't hate you although you brought a mob of people to his home, got his rubbish, bothered his wife." O-liver knew about all of my activities, wrote me checks, and was questioned by the FBI. You can bet O-liver and Dylan did drugs together. O-liver was going to write about me in his autobiography. Oliver was a great guy and like cured blindness. The press first reported his death as a heartattack then 9 months later there was an inquest and exhumation and autopsy and it was determined crack killed him. May he rest in peace and may his memory not be forgotten.