O BROTHER NOTES:

Several very large earthquakes struck in Barack Obama's native Indonesia Saturday, USA time, where he was a school boy who held full Indonesian citizenship. It was the same day he arrived in Washington, DC, to enrole his two kids in school. This is the REV.16 earthquake, of the two witnesses era, that will divide DIE HARD America into three parts. That has already started dividing America into three parts, starting from the 11.4 media snowjob election earthquake.

The sudden breakout of trouble in Judea is confirmation of the abomination of desolation prophecy in MARK 13:14. Judah stabbed America in the back with their support for Obama. Now comes the great, long awaited, latter-day object lesson by Jesus.

LDS president George Albert Smith received a vision after WWII, wherein he was informed that America's first ever non Israelitish president would be elected. But a great war would start before he was sworn into office.

"the President at that time would be of Greek extraction. Until then all the presidents would be of British or Northern European ancestry"

Greek is a Helenistic gentile theme in the scriptures.

President Albert Smith was born on 4.4 and died on 4.4, for a future 44th president sign. See the presently 4:42 stamped background info at:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Albert_Smith

The landmark of Lookout is located around California's 42 latitude 96104 zip code. New Year Lake is on the Nevada side. The Hwy.81 area's dry lakes are for Sienna's dry lake love scenes with her co-star at the end of LOST HIGHWAY.

On your R/M mapbook of Judah and Ephraim, look for Massacre Lake, Fort Bidwell Indian Res, and the Whitehorse prophecy landmark called Whitehorse Flat Res. Not to mention; REV.17's Cow Head Lake, Pit River, DOMINO's Warner [Bros.] Mtns and Davis Creek production credit. And my own 5750' Blue Mtn landmark confirmation of DOMINO's shitty GSR/TWN Mapquest reference in the "fuckinjg 90210" zip code scene.

The tragic death of Travolta's special needs son 'Jett', on a paradise island, signaled the coming end of Obama's transsexual Sodom and Egypt, supported by the black REV.13 gentiles at JET magazine, etc. The Moses like Egyptian son death sign, was about the 2BC revelation that explains, in some detail, how autism, etc. is the result of poor diet. Especially when there is no correctly grown wheat, from 7th-year rested soils, on our plates.

In Elvis' last crappy movie, LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE, out in 68, he played a character named 'Greg'. Who meets a crazy Jennifer Aniston look alike at her beach house in Malibu. The confused looker has at least four lovers, including a former husband, who may, or may not, be out of her life yet. Plus she has a big dog with garlic breath. [These would represent Brad Pitt, Vince Vaughn, her Britt model, and John Mayer.]

Elvis ends up staying in her doggie guest room with his $104,000,000 pipe. Where he has a vivid dream while sleeping on her Branch Davidian print sofa-bed; about going home to his four dancing wives, as he sings, "I walk alone... I can hear... voices... If she's not real..." then he's lost his mind.

Later he's homeless, jobless, and Jenny moves him to a posh house in the hills at '211 Lookout Mtn Dr.' Complete with EZE.47 water springs on the south side of the temple stonewall. Which resembles her white high concept place on Bluejay, with that baptism font in back, facing south I believe.

Oddly enough. Greg eventually gets a couple future photo blog gigs by simply telling everyone that he's "here with the truth". His first photo shoot portrays some hot PLAYBOY babe in a prophetic Neve Campbell snow blizzard.

Elvis' 1968 movie was based on the novel, KISS MY FIRM BUT PLIANT LIPS, by it's co-screenwriter Dan Greenburg.

You can find the crazy movie's 6-wives plural marriage poster, displaying a future computer mouse 'click' blog reference, and camera zoom lens, at:
http://www.dvdtalk.com/reviews/30398/elvis-the-hollywood-collection-kissin-cousins-girl-happy-tickle-me-stay-away-joe-live-a-little-love-a-little-charro/

Yours, Greg