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The following is a story how the Pretender Voice Changer was used.

Bleary-eyed, Casey strolled in to the office, clutching a cup of coffee. She almost stumbled over her friend Jen at the elevator.

“I’m so sorry,” Casey apologized, “This guy keeps calling me at three in the morning. Every night, he tries to tell me these nasty things. I keep hoping he’ll stop, but he doesn’t!”

Jen clucked, “I bet the phone company said they couldn’t do anything about it, huh?”

“Yeah,” Casey exclaimed, “since he’s not actually threatening me, and he’s blocking his caller ID, they’re helpless. They actually told me to turn off my ringer. I can’t do that! What if there’s an emergency when the kids are at their dad’s?”

“The same thing happened to me last year,” whispered Jen. “Wanna know how I got rid of the guy?”

Jen told Casey how her old college roommate told her about the Pretender Voice Changer. She loved her new apartment, but wasn’t so crazy about the neighborhood. Since the voice changer made it sound like a burly man lived at her place, she thought it would be perfect if someone buzzed her doorbell late at night.

“Instead,” Jen said, “this jerk starts calling my number ALL THE TIME. I’d get messages from him all day long, but I don’t think he had the guts to actually call me at night. So I took a personal day, got myself a good book and settled in next to the phone.”

“So what happened,” asked Casey.

“Sure enough, the guy calls,” Jen said, “and I answer, ‘hello, this is Mark.’”

Casey gasped, “what did he do?”

“He just gulped and said he had the wrong number,” Jen replied.

Casey puzzled, “the guy didn’t know you were a woman?”

“He had no clue,” exclaimed Jen, “because it sounds so real. I’ve got it on my answering machine, if you want to hear it.”

Jen whipped out her cell phone and dialed her home number, handing the phone to Casey as it rang. When the machine picked up, Casey’s eyes bulged with surprise.

“No way,” Casey gasped. “There’s no way that’s your voice. You sound like a guy!”

“It’s great,” Jen confessed, “though I did have to explain to my Mom why some guy was answering my phone. But it gets better. The guy called back one more time.”

“What’d you do?” asked Casey?

“This time, I pressed the button that made it sound like I had a baby crying in the background,” giggled Jen. “I switched on my male voice and told him that I’d better not find the guy that woke up my kid. I swear I heard him drop the phone, he tried to hang up so fast!”

“That’s it,” cried Casey. “You’ve got to tell me where you got that thing.”

You can get a Pretender Voice Changer just like Jen’s by visiting: www.fightbackgroup.com/voicechanger.htm.

“I cannot believe you are going to put that THING on our child.”

Amy leered at Craig.

He responded sheepishly, “but you know how Ryan likes to take off, honey. This bungee leash is the only way we’ll be sure he doesn’t get away from us!”

“We’re going to a kiddie park,” barked Amy, “not the Westminster Kennel Club!”

The doorbell rang. Craig skulked over to open the door for Amy’s best friend, Sarah, and her daughter, Ashley.

After one look at Ryan, Ashley tugged on Sarah’s trouser leg and asked, “Is Ryan gonna play doggie?”

“Craig, didn’t I tell you that thing was a bad idea?” Sarah reached into her purse and produced a tiny plastic panda. “Here, I got an extra one of these, and it looks like you can use it.”

Sarah told her friends that she worried about Ashley, too, but that she didn’t want her to miss out on having fun in crowded places. She explained how the Child Guard alerts parents by beeping if a child strays more than a few feet away.

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Jake felt more than sad when Marshall passed away. He felt worried.

Marshall was Jake’s loyal German Shepherd. For twelve years, he guarded Jake’s sporting goods store from would-be thieves and neighborhood troublemakers. Even as the neighborhood got a little worse, Marshall kept the peace.

Jake’s store was the only one on the block without any graffiti. Nobody, it seemed, wanted a run in with a big, angry guard dog.

Few people knew that Marshall was really a sweetheart, lavishing Jake with kisses every time he’d open the store in the morning.

Jake’s daughter, Melissa, kept the store’s books, and paid a visit to her father every Thursday. She knew the old man couldn’t afford to install a state of the art security system. But she also knew that he was a little too fragile to try and train another big dog.

She brought her father a gift on her next visit. “This,” she announced proudly, “will keep Marshall’s legend alive in the neighborhood.”

She explained to Jake that the Electronic Watch Dog used infrared sensors to watch the store at night, just like Marshall did. When intruders showed up at either the front or the back doors, the box would bark. And it would bark louder and louder until the disturbance went away.

That Saturday night, two teenage boys strolled up the sidewalk. The midnight streetlight stretched their shadows halfway up the block. They banged and pulled on security gates as they talked about the trouble they could cause.

“Didn’t old man Benson’s dog just die?” asked the tall one.

“I think I heard Billy say something like that,” replied the short one, “I could sure use some new sneakers!”

They hustled up to the front window, but before they could even try to break in, they heard loud barking from inside the store. And it was getting louder.

“Yo, I thought you said that dog was dead,” cried the short hooligan.

“He must have got a new one,” said his partner in crime, “I ain’t messin’ with no dog!”

The two juveniles hustled away around the corner as fast as their legs could carry them.

Marshall’s legacy remains intact. He’s still a presence in Benson’s Sporting Goods, with a picture above the cash register - and the loud bark from the Electronic Watch Dog.

On June 27,1995, in the case of Castle Rock v. Gonzales, the Supreme Court found that Jessica Gonzales did not have a constitutional right to police protection even in the presence of a restraining order.

By a vote of 7-to-2, the Supreme Court ruled that Gonzales has no right to sue her local police department for failing to protect her and her children from her estranged husband.

The post-mortem discussion on Gonzales has been fiery but it has missed an obvious point. If the government won’t protect you, then you have to take responsibility for your own self-defense and that of your family. The court’s ruling is a sad decision, but one that every victim and/or potential victim of violence must note: calling the police is not enough. You must also be ready to defend yourself.

In 1999, Gonzales obtained a restraining order against her estranged husband Simon, which limited his access to their children. On June 22, 1999, Simon abducted their three daughters. Though the Castle Rock police department disputes some of the details of what happened next, the two sides are in basic agreement: After her daughters’ abduction, Gonzales repeatedly phoned the police for assistance. Officers visited the home. Believing Simon to be non-violent and, arguably, in compliance with the limited access granted by the restraining order, the police did nothing.

The next morning, Simon committed “suicide by cop.” He shot a gun repeatedly through a police station window and was killed by returned fire. The murdered bodies of Leslie, 7, Katheryn, 9 and Rebecca, 10 were found in Simon’s pickup truck.

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The following is a story how the Cell Phone Stun Gun was used.

Rachel hated the subway. She grew up in a small town in Washington State, so she enjoyed being outside at every chance she could get.

As an attorney in the big city, she often had to get to work at an hour that most folks were still dreaming in their beds. So she used the twelve-block walk from her apartment to her office as a chance to spend some quiet time enjoying her surroundings.

Still, she often felt a little nervous about walking those streets alone. So she picked up a Cell Phone Stun Gun.

It looks just like a regular phone, complete with a holster and a wrist strap. And nobody’s going to question a well-dressed businessperson walking down the street holding a cell phone.

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