Slightly mixed feelings here. This kind of swarming by juveniles—of retail establishments; the other year of a BART train in Oakland—is an urban scourge, but I’m squeamish about a PD policy that permits tasing children down to the age of seven. On the other hand, had I a taser or a can of pepper spray or, preferably, one in each hand when I was ratpacked by a dozen feral middle schoolers at the end of January, I would probably have laid about me pretty liberally without regard for tender years—which makes it probably a good thing I hadn’t been so equipped. Still, how does one deal with the little fuckers?

cordially,