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         Update: as of 02/20/06 the video is not playing automatically on NTSmaddogs space.  SGT. Italian that hates garlic, made us take it off untill we get consent to show it from all that were involved. I see his side and of course he is a SGT. so we follow his orders, but it if you look carefully at Maddogs place you will find a similar version.

   If you have not heard by now, I would like to inform all of you that the Taser International X26 is an Evil, EVIL device developed by Satan and his followers, and is the most effective tool law enforcement has to date.

 

   It affects everyone differently but the out come is always the same. Incapacitation and one way ticket to the County Jail. Some of us groaned like frankestiens monster, others howled, and some made no sound at all. Me?   I screemed little school girl with a skined knee. I even asked them to "Stop!.......PLEASE!" the other guys thought that the stress put me into training mode and I had yelled "Stop! POLICE!" Well I am an honest School girl and told them that was not the case.

 

   I also have a completly irrational fear of carbon monoxide (see last entry), and electricity. I think it stems from the fact that I have had two open heart surguries and they have given me a sinus arythmia. This tool is completely safe. I have never had any restrictions on activity or taken meds for my heart but it still freaks me out. My cardiologist said that my risk was the same as everyone else. but he would not recomend it to anyone, healthy or not. He said it was my choice. I chose to do it. The electricity does not affect cardiac tissue or rythms at all. I am evidence of that. It does, however, produce and deliver 50,000 volts at .0036 amps at 26 watts. or what I like to call five seconds of hell delivered through two small wires.

 

   Bottom line. If a man in blue is pointing one of these at you, please for the love of all things holy and good do what he says. Trust what I say.  Please think of the children and just comply with the orders.

 

   If you would like to see this applied to yours truly visit NTSmaddogs space. there is a link to it on my space. He is a Deputy for the county the City I work for is in and we train together. He is the shizzle and screams like Frankenstiens monster. My name in this feature film is "Uno" because that's what they call me in these parts.

 

 

                                                 Private,

                                                       Screams like school girl.

"H"

 

Hello again,

   It has been a while scince I have been able to write. I just got back from a couple of week long trainings and have been completely swamped with court and the such. this entry wis to catch everyone up on what exciting and dangersous things my life has included recently.

   I believe it was somewhere around the 28th of Jan. I was working a midnight and me and the wife were both pretty much in a bad mood. The stupid thing is the mood wasn't even something we could control. Our gas furnace had gone out a few days earlier and had cost us a bundle to have some high school shop drop out come over to my house and replace a $40.00 dollar part that took four minutes and cost $90.00 in labor. Thats right $130.00  for a five minute fix that I could have done.

   So we were mad at the situation and I was worked up to a lather. Skip ahead to the 28th. It is about midnight I decide to call my wife and say good night and all that dripping gooey stuff. No answer. You see this is very odd to me because my wife is never asleep at this time of night. She is usuallly watching a Tivo'ed episode of Dancing Wtih the Stars or something else. And if she is asleep she wakes up at the slightest noise.I try to call her about 6 times over the next hour and get nothing. I am starting to worry at this point because of the work we had done on the furnace, and I have a completly irrational fear of carbon monoxide poisoning. I don't even know if natural gas produces CO. and I don't care, what ever it produces can't be good for you.

   I know what you are thinking. " Hey Private Tower you live in a small town, why don't you just go home and go inside and check on them? "  ......................   BECAUSE I FORGOT MY KEYS! They were left on my gun locker.

   I still went home though, thinking that maybe if I pounded on the door she might awake if she was asleep. I pounded and pounded on the door for about ten minutes. Still no answer. I went to our bedroom window and pounded on it for awhile and still no answer. I was worried and wentback to the front door. I then put my experience and expertise to work. I kicked my door in like my wife was cooking meth. It was locked both on the knob and the dead bolt. It took one kick. I was impressed with my self and figued that the heroic amount of noise produced would wake anyone out of any sleep, drug induced or not. Nothing. I went into the bedroom and there she was asleep, and she remained that way until I woke her up.

   It seems she had fallen into a deep sleep and was not awakened by any of my attempts. I told her what I had done and she flipped out on me.    

   Come on! I thought it would be romantic that I was worried about her so much that I would kick in my door to drag her lifeless, cherry red body out of the house. But no. Thats not romantic. According to her it was stupid and irrational. Well I don't think so, and I would do it again. The door jam didn't even blow out like it usually does when you kick in a door with a dead bolt. It was an easy fix. The door is actually stronger now and I will include some pictures of the repair job.  Why did my wife get mad over this?

 

 

 

                                                     Private,

                                                            Has big feet but unfortunately

                                                            is proof that the wives tale is

                                                            not true.