At 1:35, despite an immediate hose down after a tiny dose, subject stops breathing…turns to an inhaler…
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My friend’s brother-in-law was a police officer many years back. My two prized guitars were stolen one day, and the fool apprehended refused to rat out his buddies. He HAD left his fingerprints on my Michener”s Whiskey King Tut decanter. I spent the next 2 nights hitting every party in the north half of Seattle looking for my guitars. By good fortune, I learned the names and address of two unknown fellows who had, indeed, been by trying to sell these two guitars. The following night at about 9PM, I paid a visit wearing my bulky sea duty coat, with a family sized can of what I thought was a simple push button Mace can, about 16 ounces.
After parking my car down the block and around the corner, I knocked on the door of the house, only to have a very polite lady come to the door and verify that her boyfriend had been trying to sell two guitars for cheap. I told her to say that [Chas Peking] had stopped by and wanted to check them out. As I walked down the walkway to the street, I took the can out to leave just a taste of my visit under a juniper bush. The ‘button’ was the trigger to set off a 16 ounce can of riot control. The stuff sprayed EVERYWHERE and I threw the can under the bush and RAN very quickly around the corner and wiped the burning off my hand.
There was no cheaper, expedient, surgical, legal, police officer resource friendly way to accomplish the task of bringing justice to town. The next morning, I received a call from the Seattle Police property room that I could come down and retrieve my guitars after 10AM. Then he added, “Oh, by the way. Were you out at 65th and 20th last night about 9 o’clock?” “Who, me?” I had heard that the Chinese tradition of public shame for criminal conduct enables a population of a billion of them to get along quite well. Unless the criminals are the heavily armed and ruthless CCP. I went down and got my guitars, but they had kept a water pipe with an Albert Hoffman autograph taped to it. Those punks still owe me.
If Julian Khater was given this lethal spray by Mossad, it’s hardly off-the-shelf “bear spray”. The Israelis have been using lethal tear gas and “skunk spray” against the Palestinians for years. It’s killed dozens of Palestinian protestors in Gaza and the West Bank. This is probably why Brian Sicknick’s autopsy has remained classified. Just like with 9/11, 1/6 may have been a Mossad operation that used crazy Trumpsters as patsies instead of 19 Arabs and Osama bin Laden. Look for the FBI to hide the actual truth, just like they did with 9/11.
Bear spray alone can be fatal. It can be augmented by piercing the can and sealing with JB weld, adding anything. If so, it is in the tox report that is being withheld.
I have sprayed a few overly aggressive dogs on public right-of-way/land over the years with Halt. Works on most but not all of them.
Got a bit of spray blown back on my wrist one time; did not really feel much until taking a shower afterward when my skin in the area felt really hot.
I was wondering what the deal was with bear mace. It may not be “the great equalizer,” but it looks a LOT better than nothing.
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