THE NAPOLEON DYNAMITE PROBLEM

Sitting in front of STARBUCKS Thursday listening to Rush Limbaugh, I heard the deep throat sounds of a big old V-8 starting to rev it's nice and tight rebuilt piston rings down towards the CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM spot, where I found that crisp virgin $20 bill lying there. Sure enough, it was a red mint 68ish 409 BEACH BOYS confirmation of the good vibrations opening to the VEGAS VACATION prophecy. After it passed my outside table, a raspberry red Chicago mob CRUISER pulled up to the curb with '928...' plates. In confirmation of the Naomi Watts disinformation piece I saw later inside STARBUCKS by the Democrat Party's USA TODAY political action committee. Seeking to do CIA damage control for the secret combinations who have been exploiting the Negro race to put an alien operative in control of the new beast's soft Casablanca, Africa occupation.

Once upon a time, there was a peculiar people church based in Salt Lake City, Utah called THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS, whose more faithful members would publish strange unmainstream books like PROPHETS, PRINCIPLES AND NATIONAL SURVIVAL. But there was also a church back in the Midwest started by Joseph Smith's bitter ex-wife called, THE REORGANIZED CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTE-DAY SAINTS, or the RLDS church. Sadly, as prophesied by Brigham Young, the latter watered-down apostate Christianity of that rogue organization gradually became the de facto norm in the modern D&C 86 era Utah church, as it spread around among the gentiles of the world ruled by the devil.

This is the 'man of God' who recently married Santa Barbara's Evangelical Christian girl Katy Perry in a wildlife preserve full of REV.13 beasts in high tech 666 India, as a prelude to my jungle sidekick's spiritual pilgrimage to the country.

If not for my nasty Napoleon Dynamite dance at the GREASE 2 high school in Hitchcock's Preston, Idaho, all those wild 666 natives in
Hollywood would never have gotten so worked up about my illegal alien sidekick's "Vote For Pedro" fever, backed up by his gang-banger pimpmobile blob in the media.

Several months ago, I had a vivid dream about my ex-wife's old Irish redhead dog named [movie] Flicka, who could not keep up with the fast young pups who were racing along close to me up a steep set of LAST TANGO IN PARIS stairs. It all came back to me when I watched a clip of Jenny walking up the same iron stairway in JUST GO WITH IT at the library Thursday, and then saw the young pup Miley Cyrus in some new video called THE BIG BIG BANG.

GSR/TWN

NOTE:

50 Cent's 500k Cash Point, Tenn, video is a Lincoln County civil war statement.