Well, I have managed to coon-finger the Taser C2 — designed to be marketed to the non-law-enforcement sector of the population.
I’m trying to like the citizen-version of the Taser. I really am. 30 seconds of The Dying Cockroach is the sort of thing that just warms my little Neandertal heart — but I have some concerns about the whole set-up.
Once the 30-seconds of ride is over, the critter is perfectly able to get to his feet and gambol off none the worse for wear.
Yes, you have stopped the attack against yourself — and that is truly A Good Thing. However, thirty seconds later the critter is perfectly able to continue his critter-ish activities.
If only there were some way to mark the critter so he could be easily found by the authorities later, or maybe to cause some slight damage to the critter to allow future victims a greater chance to escape his activities.
Like, say, whacking him a time or six with a fire axe while he’s doing his 30 seconds of convulsing, or maybe taking advantage of that half-a-minute to park a convenient vehicle on his chest — you know, little things to help law enforcement and the community in general.
Not that I can advise that sort of thing, you understand — the Sheriff goes through enough Maalox as it is — but it would be nice if Taser would take a look at upgrading their training a bit.
Plus, the Taser C2 runs about 350 US dollars. One shot, fifteen-foot range, $350. And each single reload is about $25.
Let me take off the shoes here … 350 dollars for the unit, plus 25 dollars per shot …
Ye tapdancing Buddha.
For that amount of money you can get a decent used pistol in .38 or 9mm and have multiple shots — plus I can get Winchester white box at about 20 shots for 15 bucks.
The Taser C2 is okay if you’re philosophically opposed to the whole “Blood Out, Air In” method of critter control; or if you’re stuck in some Third World hell-hole that won’t let you carry a firearm (like New York or California); or maybe if gun-shots, blood and screaming upsets your stomach — but other than that I think I’ll just stay with my bang-sticks.