11-20-2004, 02:47 PM
November 20, 2004
MIAMI -- The head of Miami-Dade Schools is asking police to never again use stun guns on elementary school children, as officers have in at least two recent cases.
In a letter released Friday, Superintendent Rudy Crew told Miami-Dade Police Director Bobby Parker that "certain tactics should never be used in dealing with young children -- particularly within a school."
The letter was released the same day Parker held a news conference to defend the use of a 50,000-volt stun gun on a 6-year-old boy in a school office, saying the child had cut himself twice with a shard of glass and was threatening further harm to himself.
Parker acknowledge that it was questionable when an officer used a Taser stun gun on a 12-year-old girl, who was fleeing officers because she was drunk and apparently skipping school.
Police officials did not return a call Saturday seeking comment on Crew's letter.
On Friday, Parker said officials were reviewing their policy on stun gun use but that officers will be allowed to continue using them until the review is complete.
The 6-year-old boy who was stunned on Oct. 20 was treated and then hospitalized for psychiatric observation for five days. A lawyer retained by his mother has not yet decided whether to file suit.
The girl was checked by a doctor after she was zapped Nov. 5. The officer in that case voluntarily gave up his Taser, police spokesman Pete Andreu said.
11-21-2004, 02:48 PM
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Taser Execs Selling Heavily on the News
NEW YORK (Reuters) - Shares of Taser International Inc. (TASR.O: Quote, Profile, Research) have jumped 20 percent since early last week as the stun gun maker issued a slew of announcements painting a positive picture of its business prospects.
But judging by all the selling of stock by company insiders lately, its future would appear to be less than rosy.
In addition to its executives cashing in shares, other signs point to mounting pressure on the company, such as slowing sales growth and a number of new lawsuits related to the stun guns.
Last week, corporate insiders at Taser sold 1.3 million company shares, worth $68.4 million. Officers unloaded another chunk of shares earlier this week.
That has left retiring Chairman Phillips Smith with 130,000 shares, President Thomas Smith with 435,000 shares, and Taser's chief financial officer and chief operating officer with no remaining holdings at the moment.
Chairman Smith, who sold 506,000 shares on Nov. 10 for $27 million, said the stock selling activity is not out of the ordinary and should not raise concerns. Historically, insider sales at Taser have preceded upswings in the stock.
"The trend has been that good news has followed these stock sales," Smith said. But, he added: "That may not always be the trend and that may not be the case this time." <hr /></blockquote> Sounds like the company execs are bailing!
11-21-2004, 03:09 PM
Stun Gun Fun:
Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Nell. The occasion is our 5th wedding anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Nell what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my dog Woodley looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Woodley) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target.
I must admit I thought about zapping Woodley for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. He is such a sweet dog, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Nell to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time...
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Woodley looking on with his head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY **************! Daaaammmmnnnn!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. The dog was standing over me barking like I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to himself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)
SON-OF-A-BITCH that hurt!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.
By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'emů sure would like to get 'em back.
11-21-2004, 03:39 PM
I'm sorry for your loss....however, it is not the "end of the world" for you.
The great Castrati, Farinelli, was reputed to sing 7 or 8 notes above the range of ordinary singers, and was employed by the Queen to cure the Spanish King Phillip V of his melancholy madness, becoming the de facto, Prime Minister, in the process. Who knows how far you can go, relieved of the burden of ......
11-21-2004, 11:31 PM
Spare the prod, spoil the child. /ccboard/images/graemlins/grin.gif
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