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...defeat bad guys with the tools of domesticity: a mop, a bale of laundry and (ouch) an iron. Gasp as he kicks a billiard ball out of an end pocket, then swats it, cricket-bat-style, into a villain's cranium. See him use a desk drawer as a truncheon. He sneaks past a sentry's guardhouse outside the evil inspecteur's police station and, just to show he can, he rams his foot through his guardhouse door, neatly kicking the sentry in the groin. Inside, he chances upon 20 martial-arts students armed with clubs. Not a problem...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Jet-ting to Paris? Oui! | 7/30/2001 | See Source »

While colleagues respect his commitment and his expertise, Kasich's truncheon-like style has proved to be a problem when it comes to more delicate aspects of his job. Some Republicans grumble that the chairman is well on his way to becoming the most unpopular member of the House. Then again, says G.O.P. consultant Paul Wilson, ``he doesn't really care who likes him. He'll take on anybody. He's like the kid from the neighborhood who picks a fight to show the bigger boys he can beat 'em.'' Kasich insists that his first month as chairman has made...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BUDGET, MEET THY MAKER | 2/27/1995 | See Source »

...brief sorties, beating anyone who fell or faltered. They broke up a demonstration by hurtling through the middle of the crowd in a van. One police officer attacked bystanders with a yard-long crowbar, using the tool's hook to gouge the flesh of his targets. Another slammed his truncheon onto the unprotected skull of a house painter, killing him. "This is not Europe, my friend," said a Haitian to a nearby journalist. "This is hell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Haiti: Taking Charge on the Ground | 10/3/1994 | See Source »

London A 12-to 15-in. wooden truncheon...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: What London Is Missing Out On | 5/30/1994 | See Source »

...nights, punctuated by brief trips to the sink and evil-smelling meals. I cannot remember the third day at all. On the fourth day, while we were washing, I begged the guard to let us use a phone. His response was to hit me in the ribs with his truncheon. I retreated into our cell, crying and wishing I were elsewhere...

Author: By Terry R. R. roopnaraine, | Title: Four Nights | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

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