It could be the man in the Israelite tunic with the flowing beard holding up a placard at the entrance to Jerusalem warning of the looming Armageddon. It could be the Christian tourist walking around the Old City wrapped toga-style in his hotel's bed sheet, proclaiming his newfound identity as a prophet-incarnate to any passerby who will listen. It could be the young man in Chassidic dress hanging around one of the gates to the Temple Mount waiting to take action as per the instructions he believes he's received from Above.