When he tried to comfort his pups, a dozen guns took aim: “Keep your hands where we can see them!” Green dropped the package where he stood. There was Green, covered in cocaine and flanked by two Chihuahuas. Quickly the house was flooded by cops in riot gear and black masks, weapons at the ready. Just then the front door burst open, knocked off its hinges by a SWAT team wielding a battering ram. Green considered the package and then took it into his kitchen, where he tore it open with scissors, sending up a plume of white powder that covered his face and numbed his tongue. It was heavy, had no return address, and bore a postmark from Maryland. His little dogs watched him pick up the mystery package. On the porch sat a Priority box-about Bible-sized. A pale haze washed out the white-tipped Spanish Fork Peak rising above the valley. It was winter, a day of high clouds and low sun. Also odd was a van Green noticed across the street, one he’d never seen before: white, with no logos or rear windows. The guy was wearing a US Postal Service jacket, but with sneakers and jeans.
He peeked through the front window and caught a glimpse of the postman hurrying off. Green waddled to the door, his two Chihuahuas, Max and Sammy, following attentively. To get around he sometimes borrowed his wife’s pink cane. At 47 his body was already failing him: He was overweight, with four herniated discs, a bum knee, and gleaming white dental implants. Green ambled over, adjusting his camouflage fanny pack. It was 11 am, and surprise visits were uncommon at his modest house in Spanish Fork, Utah, a high-desert hamlet in the shadow of the Wasatch Mountains. Fingers frosted synthetic white, he was startled to hear someone at the door. Curtis Green was at home, greeting the morning with 64 ounces of Coca-Cola and powdered mini doughnuts. Recentemente, 201 golfinhos foram violentamente abatidos na praia das Ilhas Faroe, um massacre tão cruel que até o antigo primeiro-ministro das Ilhas Faroé a condenou como inaceitável.Įsta banda, no entanto, não só participa da matança, mas também escreve canções glorificando o massacre." O Brasil repudia a vinda deste grupo na América Latina e convocamos todos para que exijam, protestem contra esta banda que enaltece e pratica a matança de baleias-piloto nas Ilhas Faroé.ĭiga a produção do show que não são bem-vindos para tocar em solo brasileiro.“I imagine that someday I may have a story written about my life and it would be good to have a detailed account of it.”-home/frosty/documents/journal/2012/q1/january/week1 Eles se imaginam como vikings, embora também sejam um insulto aos vikings, adoram brincar de viking e fingem ser psicopatas sangrentos e obcecados, embora suas atividades saiam do palco à medida que participam do massacre ritualístico de golfinhos, revela que eles estão fazendo mais do que apenas fingir ser psicopatas. É um insulto e um embaraço para a heavy metal fazer com que esses assassinos de golfinhos representem esse gênero.
Nós os perseguimos na América do Norte e os ridicularizamos na Europa e esperamos que eles se sintam mal recebidos na América do Sul. Grupo de heavy metal das Ilhas Faroe que massacram baleias e golfinhos, TYR, não é bem-vindo ao Brasil, EUA, Alemanha e Holanda.Ĭaptain Paul Watson "Os assassinos de golfinhos das Ilhas Faroe estão fazendo uma turnê pela América do Sul.
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