The Book Of Daniel, Chapter 11, Verse 37
Scripture Describing Homosexual Trait Of The Antichrist
Neither shall he regard the God of his fathers, nor the desire of women, nor regard any god: for he shall magnify himself above all.
In addition to the forensic analysis in the following video there are no photos available that show Michelle was ever pregnant. Furthermore Attorney Orly Taitz has been unable to locate any US proof of birth for either of the two daughters. See the post further down re the real parents of Sasha and Malia.
Update May 2019! As you can see below the two videos of the forensic analysis have disappeared from YouTube. One of those videos is now embedded here from a Vimeo account.
Update October 8, 2019! I have just discovered they have now scrubbed the Vimeo video as well. I will attempt find another and re-embed it.
Joan Rivers Murdered After Calling Michelle A Tranny?
Meet The Real Parents Of Sasha And Malia!
Witness Who Caught Obama Having Sex With A Man Disappears And Is Assumed To Have Been Murdered!
A woman who submitted written testimony about how she happened upon Obama and another man having gay sex at a convention center in Chicago, has disappeared and is assumed to have been murdered, as was the man she saw with Obama. (see related prophecies following this story)
The woman said the man with Obama was choir director Donald Young.
Here is the woman’s testimony and two updates on the story from The Ulsterman.
I was an intern for a local Chicago newspaper and a college student working toward a journalism degree. This happened before Barack Obama was president. It happened a short time before he became a state senator in Illinois. He was not the big name he would become just a few years later, but around Chicago he was a big enough name that I recognized who he was when I saw him. His book had just been published and he had received some recognition locally for it, and I had actually seen him on campus a couple of times the year before. He was an “up and comer”.
Anyways, I got the chance to attend this big dinner/party/celebration event downtown that had everybody who was anybody in Chicago at the time. It was an event that took place just before the big Democratic Party convention. The mayor was to give a talk and I was told to do a write up of the mayor’s comments and if possible, get a short interview. (I did not get the interview) I would figure about three or four hundred people were there. Lots of money and power in the room. As the night went on the drinking and noise levels both escalated. I remember being a bit shocked to see these kind of people carrying on like they were, but it was also exciting to be around it. I want to emphasize though that I was not drinking. I was clear headed the entire night. I saw what I saw. I know what I know.
Just before I was going to leave, I ran into one of my professors and sat down to have a talk. I remember being pretty excited that she actually remembered me, and even more excited that she seemed to want to ask me how I was doing and what not. I also remember she did seem a little drunk. We ended up sitting and talking for almost an hour and by the time she stood up to leave there were maybe just twenty or so people still hanging around. Everyone else had left.
I decided to look for a bathroom before taking off myself and followed a sign that led me down a hall that had all the lights already turned off. There were about four doors to the left that were to conference rooms, with a sign on the right of the hall pointing further down to the bathrooms. I was a little spooked because it was so dark but managed to find the bathroom. When I came back out I noticed one of the doors to a conference room was about halfway open. I had remembered that no doors had been open before and I got a little freaked out. I hesitated because I was afraid to walk by the door. That was when I heard the voices. Or not so much voices but I heard sounds being made by a person or people. I also smelled something that was odd. Never smelled it before or since that night. A heavy sweet smell that was filling up the hallway. It was not marijuana or anything like that. I was in college. I was plenty familiar with what marijuana smelled like. Something different. And as I stood there not quite sure what to do the smell seemed to go from sweet to kind of gross like rotting garbage. It was weird.
I started to try and sneak past the open door so whoever was in there couldn’t hear me but I sure could hear them and that was when I realized the sounds coming out of that conference room were sexual. I heard a male voice saying “Yeah,” again and again and then another sound from another male voice. I realized then that there were at least two men in that room having sex with themselves or someone else I could not hear. I was almost past the door when I heard a loud sniffing noise, and more of that weird smell coming from the room, and then one of the men yelled out the F-word. And that’s when I tripped. I tried to fall as quietly as I could but when my right hand hit the floor it kind of twisted under me and it really hurt. I cried out and then was trying to get up as fast as I could so I could keep heading down the hall. I heard some scrambling from inside the dark conference room and then one of the men told the other one to shut up and be quiet.
And then the door opened behind me and I turned around and saw a young tall thin black man looking at me. I recognized the face but wasn’t sure of the name right away, but was pretty sure he was someone important. I told him I was just using the bathroom but knew I must have looked very embarrassed. He just stared at me for what seemed like forever. There was just enough light in that hall that I could see that his eyes were not really “right”. I thought he was probably drunk. Then his eyes seemed to suddenly clear up and become a lot more focused and he looked down at me and he gave a big smile. He asked me if I was ok. I looked down to his belt which was undone and I could see that his dress shirt was not tucked into his pants. When I looked back up at his face the smile was long gone. He looked really angry at me now. He asked me again if I was ok but he said it in a way that really spooked me. There was something in his voice that scared me. Really bad. And it was at that exact moment I finally recognized his face as the author and political candidate Barack Obama. I was just about to turn and walk as fast as I could out of the hallway when the door opened wider and another black man’s face poked out. He said, “What the F is going on B?” The guy I now recognized as Obama stepped all the way out of the hall and closed the door behind him, leaving the other man inside the conference room. He asked me again if I was all right. Now he was standing right over me. He smiled again and I noticed one of his front teeth seemed to have a chip in it, or it was a lot shorter than the other one. He must have had work done because the pictures of him today don’t show that. I don’t know why I noticed that so much or why it has stuck with me but it has. And his breath smelled really bad. It made me want to gag it was so bad. I told him I was fine and did a kind of half walk half run down the hall and back into the main lobby. I looked back right before I turned the corner and could make out Barack Obama still standing in the darkness of the hallway looking back at me. It was very very creepy.
I didn’t really make much out of it. I mentioned it in a joking way to some friends that I had interrupted some guys going at it in a conference room but never mentioned the name Obama when I did. Then I forgot about it pretty much until I was watching the news and saw that Obama was running for U.S. Senator. I figured whatever he was doing in his private life was his business though, and didn’t want to make any trouble for him. I actually agreed with his politics and voted for him. If he was gay or bisexual, I really could have cared less. Whatever issues he had with that were between him and his family and none of my business right? That’s how I felt. So I forgot all about what I saw on that night again. And I hardly thought of it when I heard Barack Obama was running for president.
That’s until I heard a news story coming from my television while I was making dinner. A man had been murdered. Shot numerous times at his home. I glanced up at the television and there was the now dead man’s face being shown. He looked older. Heavier. His hair was longer. But it was him. That was the same face that I had seen poke out from the conference room with Barack Obama about ten years earlier. The news report said he was a church choir conductor and school teacher. They didn’t mention it was the same church as Barack Obama. I found that out a short time later. Then I learned that another gay man from Obama’s church had been murdered about a month before. That is when I started to really freak out. I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word about what I had seen. Then I started to feel like I was being watched. I would see a car parked outside my apartment that wasn’t any of my neighbors. One time I caught a man staring at me from across the street as I was getting my mail. I worried I was losing my mind from way too much paranoia.
I have since moved away from Chicago. I have tried to forget all about what I saw, but it won’t leave my head. I’m scared. So now I’m telling you this. I have been reading your stuff and think that the way you are doing it is giving you enough protection to get out your information but also protecting you. So if you could do the same for me I would be very grateful. I need to tell this story, but I don’t want to be known for doing it. That scares me too much. So the same way you seem to protect yourself and your sources I am hoping you can do for me. I have to get this off my chest. Part of me says I should have said something sooner but another part of me says that maybe I would not be around today if I had done that. I know what I saw and I know what I heard. I know who I saw. Maybe it was some kind of phase he was going through at the time. Maybe he was experimenting with a different lifestyle. Maybe the death of that man was just a coincidence. I don’t know the answers to that. I just know what I know. I just know what I heard and saw. On that night I heard Barack Obama in that conference room with another man. I saw Barack Obama step out of that room with another man. I smelled what I think was some kind of drug they were using. And I know that the other man who was in that room with Barack Obama was murdered about ten years later shortly after Barack Obama declared he was running for President of the United States.
That is my story. I hope that you share it. If something happens to me now, you will know why.
UPDATE: (Ulsterman) Since publication, many within the Ulsterman Facebook Army have come forward with evidence that would support some of the specific claims made within the recollection above. The strange smell coming from the conference room would most likely have been “poppers”, a drug that is used predominantly within the gay community. Its smell is said to alter quickly from sweet to that of “rank, dirty laundry”. It’s effects last only a few minutes, indicating a user could recover quickly after inhaling it. Second, both video and photo evidence were provided that show considerable work has been done on Barack Obama’s teeth. Here is video from 1995, evidence that would further corroborate the timeline of this story, showing just how extensive this dental work in fact was. The alteration to both Obama’s appearance and speech is remarkable, and one of the front teeth does appear to be considerably shorter and/or of a very different shape than the other, which again compliments the details found in the recollection above:
(Obama with different teeth)
UPDATE: (Ulsterman) September 6th, 2011: Earlier today a comment was left on a recently-published news story titled Wall Steet Insider: When It Comes To The Economy – President Obama Is Bored. I was unaware of this comment until it was forwarded to me via my Ulsterman Facebook account by a longtime reader of the Insider series. Here is that comment in its entirety:
“Ulsterman. You don’t know me. There was a story that was sent to you a while back about an encounter with Obama in Chicago from years ago. You then published it. Letting you know the person who sent you that story is no longer alive. She passed away unexpectedly. I don’t know if what she said she saw was what she saw but I know that she believed every word of it. She was not lying. And she feared for her life. I don’t know if her death and what she believed she saw is related. I do know that she recently had a sit down with somebody about the story. Now she is gone. I promised her to let you know. That is what I am doing. You won’t hear from me again.
I of course have no way of knowing if this comment is legitimate or not. The individual who originally sent me her story that I then published in February, deleted their Facebook account shortly after sending it to me. That was the only contact I had of them, and the account itself offered no substantive information as to who they were. The only thing I have to go on now is the same as I did then – the details of the story itself and whether or not they corroborate with the related facts. It does appear that Barack Obama received significant dental work prior to his becoming a national political figure. There was a large political gathering of Chicago elite at around the time this recollection was to have taken place. The description of drugs used does correlate to a specific type of drug utilized within the homosexual community. Are these facts enough to place this recollection in the category of truth? I leave that to the readers. As for the woman who sent her memories to me of what she believed she saw that night many years ago – if she has in fact passed on, I thank her for her courage, while praying her death was in no way related to her witnessing a specific moment within the still-murky past of our current president. These are indeed troubled times for all of us.
The Real Parents Of Sasha And Malia
(I originally posted the following on Facebook in December of 2016):
I saw the video that Fisher of Men did on this titled “I Found Malia and Sasha’s Real Parents”. So just to note…he’s the one who originally made this connection. After he made that video he was visited by the secret service and is now in prison on trumped up charges….they say he is a “domestic terrorist”, but we all know that means he’s simply a threat to them.
So people in the alternative media have wondered for a long time who Malia and Sasha’s real parents are (being that Michelle is most likely a man). This is a great piece done on the topic in 2013 by Dr. Eowyn at Fellowship of the Minds. She did a very thorough investigation and it is definitely worth the read.
I won’t go into all the details but here are a few basic points from it. None of the ancestry or genealogy sites have any record of either girl.
Ancestry.com has no birth records for Malia or Natasha Obama. In fact no birth records can be found on either girl ANYWHERE.
There are no pictures of the Obama’s with the girls when they were babies. (Actually only ONE single photo has been found and I’m no expert on photoshop but it doesn’t take an expert to see that it’s a very sloppily flung together photoshopped picture. It’s almost embarrassing to look at really…they did such a bad job.)
And then also, there are ZERO pictures to be found ANYWHERE of a pregnant Michelle Obama.
So here’s where it all gets interesting…Anita Blanchard and Martin Nesbitt are a married couple who have been close friends with the Obama’s going back to their early Chicago days. Martin Nesbitt was the Obama campaign treasurer and close friend… and his wife, Dr. Anita Blanchard, is the woman said to have quote on quote “delivered the children of Obama” (remember that semantics matter here).
So Dr. Anita and her husband became Sasha and Malia’s “godparents”. They are both very tight with Valerie Jarrett and crew going back to Obama’s beginning in Chicago.
So last year, the youtuber Fisher of Men looked this couple up (after seeing a 2008 NY Times article which referenced them..and he made a very interesting discovery. In his video…when he put the following picture up on the screen (the pic straight below) my jaw dropped.
Because the resemblance is so shocking. (Sorry it’s a tad blurry. It’s a screenshot off his video) After seeing this pic….I started paying attention.
The older girl Malia is a dead ringer for Martin Nesbitt and the younger girl Sasha looks just like Anita Blanchard.
The next pic is a picture I found of Martin Nesbitt with Obama that really struck me because his awkward posture and stance reminds me EXACTLY of awkward Malia Obama and how she holds herself…her posture when she walks, etc.
The way he holds himself in this pic is Malia to a tee. She has a very distinct slumped over awkward posture when she walks…like her dad Martin here.
Martin was Obama’s campaign treasurer and there are many photos of them together online, that date way back. They are obviously VERY good, longtime friends.
The next pic is a screenshot of a “friendship chart” that is part of the 2008 NY Times article which is the original source for Wikipedia’s assertion that the girls were delivered by Anita Blanchard. No other records or sources indicate their birth. This is the only reference.
A Wikipedia entry states that Malia and Natasha Obama “were both delivered by their parents’ friend Dr. Anita Blanchard at University of Chicago Medical Center.”
Wikipedia’s source for that assertion regarding the birth of the Obama’s daughters is referenced to the article by Jodi Kantor titled “Obama’s Friends Form Strategy to Stay Close,” which was printed in The New York Times on December 13, 2008.
The article is about a group of Obama’s closest friends in Chicago, among whom are Valerie Jarrett (who was recently Obama’s senior White House adviser) and a black man named Martin Nesbitt who is now, according to NYT, a “real estate executive”.
Martin Nesbitt’s wife is Dr. Anita Blanchard. They are the girls godparents.
So Fisher of Men saw this juicy tidbit and began comparing photos. He nailed it….and now he’s in jail on BS charges.
Here is a video by him on this subject of Malia and Sasha.
The so called ‘watchmen’ today are blind. They have all been forwarded Linda’s Antichrist prophecies and will not post or link to them, even as the truth about Obama becomes more blatantly obvious by the day. Watch for the coming ’head wound’ event, if that does not convince people of who he is, the guillotines won’t either.
Rev 13; 3 And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.
When the head wound event happens the press will report to the world that Obama is dead. That is the point at which Satan will enter in and bring him back to life. You will see a very different Obama emerge, extremely evil, cold and calculating, and also very persuasive with a hypnotic stare. Those who have not come out of the world and away from all forms of entertainment will easily become his mind control victims. This is why the satanists have filled the media with satanic images and symbols, people are being set up on an unconscious level to obey Satan. It is also why God has been warning people to quit watching TV, if you don’t, you are devil bait.
Details in Linda’s vision of the presidential funerals suggests the assassination may be a spring time event.
Here is an excerpt from Linda’s 2011 warning that Obama would import Mexican drug gangs to start race wars!
“But, through My servant, Linda Newkirk, I have often told you the plans of the enemy; and I tell you again, that you might prepare. The streets of the cities will run with blood because of race wars. The countryside will run with blood because of race wars; and you are only seeing the beginning of all that is at hand. For, their plan is also to import many violent Mexicans and to bring the Mexican drug wars over the border, to ignite race wars of one kind, or another, all over this nation.”
As witnessed, dictated and recorded this 6th day of August, 2011
Amos 3; 6 Shall a trumpet be blown in the city, and the people not be afraid? shall there be evil in a city, and the LORD hath not done it? Surely the Lord GOD will do nothing, but he revealeth his secret unto his servants the prophets.