Posted on 08/19/2018 12:01:17 PM PDT by gaijin
Nov. 17 Northampton, Penn.
Pennsylvannia State Troopers pull over an urban suspect for suspicion of DUI, get into a massive brawl.
Apparently the man is a paranoid schizophrenic.
The perp seems to take over A FULL MINUTE of non-stop tasering, impeded from fighting only at first.
Both cops seem to perform a full mag dump on the guy.
HE DRIVES AWAY...!
(full video of the brawl and gunfight at above source link)
...???
No surprise. I’ve seen local cops putting their range time at my local range. Many are completely pathetic.
There was a case years ago where a UHP Trooper pulled a woman over and then tried to rape her. She somehow got in his car and drove away. He emptied his Glock at the car and didn’t hit it once. Lol.
Ferguson effect. They would have dropped him when he first started resisting without it.
Apparently the newspaper had to sue the cops for this footage and it was just released, even though the incident happened some time ago.
Hysteria with all caps for attention... No human is superhuman, and the suspect in the video was not one of the rougher ones.
Two errors. One of the patrolmen should have cuffed the suspect instead of running back and forth in an effort to reload his taser (or whatever he was doing). Then he shouldn’t have repeatedly yelled, “Get on your back!”
He should have yelled, “Roll over! Get on your stomach!” Cuffs are attached behind the back of a suspect—not in front of him.
What's a UHP?
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And there was a whole lot of missing going on. Did they even hit the suspect with a round? Doesn’t look like it.
Apparently someone applied a tourniquet to the leg of the perp, some ways further down the road.
They claim this act saved the perp’s life.
So...after all that I guess it was a LEG wound that ended up impeding him most.
My guess is Utah Highway Patrol.
Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife.
A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife, Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie 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, right?
There I sat in my recliner, my cat, Gracie, looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
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, and taser 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 major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water.
Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. 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 possible way!’
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best...?
I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, ‘don’t do it, dipshit,’ reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . .HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!
I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles no where to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?
The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an atempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative?
SON-OF-A-BITCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!!
A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I’m still looking for my nuts and I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!
Submitted by Dick, Williamsport, Md
What’s a UHP?
You DO realize that Free Republic is a world wide forum, no?
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Uzbekistan Highway Patrol?
I saw that at the range when I was in college. Never had any training, I’m only so-so. BUT I walked by the lanes of some local cops and saw their targets. Yikes.
Did he come out of that car window with a pistol?
What happened to the UHP trooper. Was he convicted for rape and attempted murder?
“What’s a UHP?”
Uzbekistan Highway patrol, duh!
Some guys are just impervious to electric shock and it's no big deal. I got something better. When I was about a year old, I stuck a two-pronged hairpin in an electric socket. I did it consecutively three times before I concluded I didn't like it. Hehee. ;) My mom many decades later was surprised I remembered doing it, and said that my fingers got burned.
My dad used to kill the lawnmower by grabbing the sparkplug.
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