Posted on 04/08/2011 6:13:36 PM PDT by fuzzybutt
MESQUITE, Texas - A YouTube video of a police officer using pepper spray on a baby squirrel has sparked outrage in the city of Mesquite, Tx.
A student recorded the incident. In the video, the officer is seen spraying the animal after it began chasing students around at Kimbrough Middle School.
Students are heard begging the cop, reffered to as Officer Davis on the video, to stop with cries of "No!" and "Don't spray him!"
Mesquite Police Department has defended the officer's actions.
Sgt. Wes Talley said the officer stood between a group of students and the animal because he thought it may have been rabid.
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Better keep all your kids out of college then, because 99% of them have squirrels living on the grounds.
A small animal that attacks a human for no reason is not right. The officer was right for spraying it because it could have been rabid.
To follow TMMT’s logic (that word may not apply in this case) then if you look at the number of a specific race, say blacks, and determine that a large enough number of them cause more problems than any other race, then that makes the entire race a bad race of people. So substitute your argument of using the military for blacks who cause more murders and crime each year and I think it might get through to them. Liberals don’t like the military anyway, but they pretend to like blacks.
No blame for the officers committing the crimes I see... Dud it ever occur to you that these stories make news because some cop hired to uphold the law broke it instead? Those plumbers and cab drivers you cite didn't take an oath nor do they hold power over others, powers to take away rights and to use force to achieve goals.
I'm sorry your so blind to this issue, fortunately more and more people wake up to this problem every day. Hopefully at some point it will be corrected.
And one more thing, there isn't over one million cops in the country ad you cite. The BLS reports there is just under 800,000 total including federal law enforcement. Which makes those rates of offenses by officers that much greater.
I got a seed from some extra hot Deming chiles in my eye once and it was a hundred times hotter than any pepper spray on the market. Twenty minutes later and two pounds of phlegm and tears lighter and I was fine. Rather high on the endorphins actually.
We never hear of the millions of correct decisions most LEOs make, only of the relatively few bad decisions some make. Should we be unreserved in our trust of them? No, but we shouldn’t think they all want to murder innocents and animals either.
IMR 4350 ~ Now we’ll both probably catch holy hell for daring to say we eat cute furry animals.
I hand raised a lost baby squirrel named Mr Flibble to adulthood and release. Although I loved the little girl, you'll get no holy hell from me.
>> Another low IQ cop.
Bullshit. That rodent exhibited signs of rabies. The cop did the right thing, if too little.
org.whodat wrote: “Well you could have just jumped on the little fellow and stomped him to death, if that would have gotten you off. But a plastic trash can and a piece of cardboard would have removed the little fellow until the swat unit got there.”
Swat Unit!!!!!!! For a squirrel?????? It’s official, we’ve arrived in LaLa Land. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
As the post above yours points out you have to get the rabies series of shots if you can’t recover the animal to be on the safe side so actually having rabies doesn’t matter. A scared squirrel could be hard to catch too.
Poor little thing!!!!!
Yeah. I spent months looking like a road map. Mr Flibble though I was a cross between mommy and a tree...
In some areas, the only legal way to properly dispatch a rabies infected rodent is by LEO.
Attacked a human, did he have blood dripping off his fangs, sorry a baby squirrel does not have fangs, ok, the baby vampire squirrel attacks, is that better. Call swat, more firepower is needed here.
Oldie but Goodie, and no it wasn’t me.
Demonic Squirrel Riding Story
by Daniel Meyer (http://www.vtwinmama.com/demonic_squirrel_riding_story.htm)
“I never dreamed slowly cruising through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous!”
(Snip and cut to the chase.)
“As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close.
I hate to run over animals…and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.
Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels can take care of themselves!
Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing the oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “Banzai!” or maybe, “Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!” as the leap was spectacular and he flew over the windshield and impacted me squarely in the chest.
Instantly he set upon me. If I did not know better I would have sworn he brought twenty of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather gloves puttering maybe 25mph down a quiet residential street…and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing.
I grabbed for him with my left hand and managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser.
But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary pissed-off squirrel.
This was an evil attack squirrel of death!
Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands, and with the force of the throw swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact he landed square on my back and resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him!
The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him.
I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it.
The engine roared as the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in…well…I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel torn t-shirt, and only one leather glove roaring at maybe 70mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street…on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody’s tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle…my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little affect against the massive power of the big cruiser.
About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he is a Scottish attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got IN my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed partway and he began hissing in my face I am quite sure my screaming changed tone and intensity. It seemed to have little affect on the squirrel however.
The rpm’s on The Dragon maxed out (I was not concerned about shifting at the moment) and her front end started to drop.
Now picture the large man on the huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very ragged torn t-shirt, and wearing one leather glove, roaring at probably 80mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel’s tail sticking out his mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse.
Finally I got the upper hand…I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked…sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of, so to speak.
Picture the scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork.
Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing one leather glove, moving at probably 80mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.
I heard screams. They weren’t mine...
I managed to get the big motorcycle under directional control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign at a busy cross street.
I would have returned to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really. But for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. One of them was on his back in the front yard of the house they had been parked in front of and was rapidly crabbing backwards away from the patrol car. The other was standing in the street and was training a riot shotgun on the police cruiser.
So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to “let the professionals handle it” anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I swear I could see the squirrel, standing in the back window of the patrol car among shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery, and shaking his little fist at me. I think he was shooting me the finger…
That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car…
I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made an easy right turn, and sedately left the neighborhood.
As for my easy and slow drive home? Screw it. Faced with a choice of 80mph cars and inattentive drivers, or the evil, demonic, attack squirrel of death...I’ll take my chances with the freeway. Every time.
And I’ll buy myself a new pair of gloves.”
Either your speaking of your brain size or your penis. Poor you.
Dang, I forgot the sun would have got the vampire squirrel in a minute. But then he could have been one of those baby vampire zombie squirrels, in which case they would have required a swat tank.
Lots of “negative press” on this video. But there’s another side to the coin seemingly being ignored. “Baby” or not, if rabid the consequences are the same to anyone. Nor can the officer determine visually that fact. Instead of killing it, he merely incapacitated it. Pretty “humane” when you think of it..... >PS
No we have already established your level, now you have confirmed it.
I think it’s unlikely for a squirrel to have rabies, HOWEVER that is unusual behavior for squirrels (at least in my experience—and it appears so in this case too). And, I think most people would automatically think rabies. It is probably safer for them to think that and be wrong.
I wonder why people are so quick to take the side of the animal these days? Squirrels are cute, but really, they are just rats with furry tails.
Oh, on the other hand, something like a raccoon may well have rabies. And I wouldn’t trust a kid at school to know the difference! :)
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