What you say on youtube is NOT anonymous. The whole world is watching. By posting here, you grant legal permission for anyone to use within the specific parameters of "Fair Use" - including the 10 o'clock news and your local police department.
The Constitution does not grant you the right to make violent threats or to openly call for violence on a person or a group of people, just like you can't yell "Fire!" in a crowded building, There are limits to Free Speech, and That shit is illegal.
Like it or not, that's how it is.
Think about what you say here, before you say it - just like you would anywhere else in your daily life. If you wouldn't say it to everyone and anyone (your mom.. your boss, the cops, everyone), straight to their face, then that should be your litmus test for whether or not to say it here.
ARE THEY LISTENING?
KILLTOWN? OZZYBAN? FRED? MIRANDA?
ANY OTHER PSYCHOS?
NEXT DEATH THREAT VIDEO KILLTOWNS GANG MAKES ABOUT ANYBODY WE GO STRAIGHT TO THE COPS
EVERY DAY THAT GOES BY PEOPLE DIE FROM THE 911 LIE
KILLTOWN NEEDS TO STFU
IF KILLTOWN WANTED PEOPLE TO BELIEVE HE CARE ABOUT MOAR THAN HIS BLOATED EGO HE SHOULDNT HAVE WORKED WITH PEDO COLLECTOR OZZYBAN AND DEATH THREAT FRED FOR YEARS
REMEMBER OZZYBANS DEATH THREATS STARTED AT KILLTOWNS AXED FORUM 911MOVEMENT.ORG
OZZYBAN SEZ
AND TIES WITH SCIENTOLOGY
LIKE THESE /SUICIDES/?
... FROM VIDEO DESCRIPTION
Ken Ogger,Theresa Duncan&Jeremy Blake her boyfirend and Shawn Londsdale were in my view murdered by the american church of Scientology.Don't expect suicide notes or accidents or other mishaps about me, I got my wits, I am less vulnerable mentally as I have audited the times I killed people in wars, I am just annoyed for being treated like dirt when I am finding out so much for YOUR INTERNATIONAL SECURITY AND your spiritual future and power.
THE LADYS A LITTLE WACKY SHE STILL BELIEVES IN THE TECH EVEN THOUGH SHES OUT OF COS
All night long they kept coming, pouring in through the great old iron gates of St. Mark’s Church on Second Avenue. Inside, under the vaulted ceiling, people were sweating and swaying to excellently named bands—the Young Lords, the Virgins—the music so loud you could feel it, like a fist, thumping in the middle of your chest. Outside in the garden they huddled around the grill or lined up at the bar for four-dollar cans of Bud Light, everyone drinking a bit more than usual, perhaps, because it was July 3, 2007, and all anyone had to do tomorrow was sleep until the headache subsided and get out of bed in time for the fireworks. St. Mark’s was where Andy Warhol screened his early films, where W. H. Auden and Allen Ginsberg held readings, where Sam Shepard staged his first two plays, and here was an evening dedicated to celebrating and preserving this tradition: everyone out to get a little lost and loose and in the process raise money to restore the church’s chipping façade. It had been a while in the works, this unorthodox benefit, and everything would have been going as planned were it not for the absence of two people.
“Where’s Theresa?”
“Where’s Jeremy?”
Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake lived in the rectory behind the church.
MELLEBELLE
