Word: swats
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...carried federal agents to New Orleans, where Boston and Johnson live, and then on to rural Gallman, Miss., 30 miles south of Jackson. At a local farmhouse they found and arrested Boston. Wisely, she did not resist. Surrounding the house was a small army of 50 G-men, four SWAT teams, two tanks and, overhead, two helicopters. Another 50 agents and two more tanks were stationed near by. Boston, who prefers the name Fulani Sunni-Ali to what she calls her "slave name," is the minister of information for the R.N.A. The farmhouse was apparently used by the group...
...blue-suited SWAT team rushes sporadically through cell blocks, sometimes after midnight, to shake down prisoners for weapons. More than 100 assorted shivs and shanks (rodlike weapons often shaped from mop-bucket handles), as well as revolvers, have been seized. A sniper in one of the guard towers has shoot-to-kill orders. A trailer van bulging with shotguns, tear gas and riot gear waits outside the prison walls...
...playthings inside and covered their cars with sheets or tarpaulins to prevent chemical damage to the paint. They also showed a sense of humor. The Medfly Project Headquarters in Los Gatos dubbed itself "Home of Old Blue Eyes," and a market blossomed for FLY WARS T shirts and MEDFLY SWAT TEAM buttons...
...Conrad) is a ham-hock-faced man in his 50s with a gentle disposition, a teenage girlfriend and an absurdist's command of the bureaucratic vocabulary-"Be reminded: female officers will, according to policy, perform all in-depth searches of female suspects." Howard Hunter (James Sikking) is a SWAT man with a Patton complex; he shoots his way into liquor stores and out of toilet stalls, and warns his boss that "you wouldn't want to be accused of having a bunch of daisies where your cinch belt ought to be." Detective Mick Belker...
...becomes evident. The witty humanism of the best '70s shows-Mary Tyler Moore, MASH, Taxi-has given way to jokes built around bustlines and pratfalls. Out goes the humor of social complicity, of reasonably mature characters; in stomps the japery of sexual humiliation, in which grimly aggressive caricatures swat each other with gag lines. Mary Richards' chic office wear is declassé; this year's line consists of tank tops and tight jeans. Goodbye, Golden Age of TV comedy; hello, Little Annie Fanny. Watch 'em and weep: the age of the smutcom is upon...