Hydraulic rescue tools are used by emergency rescue personnel to assist vehicle extrication of crash victims, as well as other rescues from small spaces. These tools include cutters, spreaders, door busters and rams. They are popularly referred to in the English speaking Commonwealth nations, the US and Canada as the Jaws of Life, a trademark of Hurst Performance, Inc. The Jaws of Life was first used in 1963 as a tool to free race car drivers from their vehicles after accidents.
Hydraulic rescue tools are powered by a hydraulic pump, which can be hand-, foot-, or engine-powered, or even built into the tool. These tools may be either single-acting, where hydraulic pressure will only move the cylinder in one direction, and the return to starting position is accomplished using a pressure-relief valve and spring setup, or dual-acting, in which hydraulic pressure is used to both open and close the hydraulic cylinder.
Previously rescuers often used circular saws for vehicle extrication, but these suffered from several drawbacks. Saws can generate sparks, which could start a fire, create loud noise, which could stress the victim, and are often slow. Alternatively, rescuers could try to pry open the vehicle doors with a crowbar or Halligan bar, but this could compromise the stability of the vehicle, injure the victims further, or inadvertently trigger the airbags of the vehicle.
Richard Terfry (born March 4, 1972), who uses the stage name Buck 65, is a Canadian experimental artist, MC and turntablist. Underpinned by an extensive background in abstract hip hop, his more recent music has extensively incorporated blues, country, rock, folk and avant garde influences.
Terfry is also a radio host, hosting the weekday Radio 2 Drive show on CBC Radio 2 since September 2, 2008. In addition, he once hosted a weekday program on CBC Radio 3's web radio station.
Terfry was born in 1972 and raised in Mount Uniacke, Nova Scotia, a rural community 40 km north of Halifax. He was first exposed to rap music in the mid-1980s while listening to CBC Stereo's late night show Brave New Waves, and then by listening to Halifax campus community radio station CKDU. CKDU then broadcast at only 33 watts, and he had to climb a tree in his yard to hear the station's hip hop show on his radio. Fascinated by hip hop, the young Terfry taught himself how to rap, DJ, and, later, to produce records. His musical influences include MC Shan, David Lynch, Gitche Manitou and Kool Keith.
Plot
While doing a series of reports on alternative energy sources, an opportunistic reporter Kimberly Wells witnesses an accident at a nuclear power plant. Wells is determined to publicise the incident but soon finds herself entangled in a sinister conspiracy to keep the full impact of the incident a secret.
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Today, only a handful of people know what it means... Soon you will know.
People who know the meaning of "The China Syndrome" are scared. Soon _you_ will know.
Jack Godell: What makes you think they're looking for a scapegoat?::Ted Spindler: Tradition.
Churchill, Mac: Richard, I want that goddamn film.::Richard Adams: You can kiss my ass!
Evan Mc Cormack: Scram the son of a bitch.
Kimberly Wells: [defending her cameraman] He's good, I think he's good. He's won a lot of awards.::Don Jacovich: I'm sure. Hothead award, Foulmouth award, Can-of-worms award...
Greg Minor: [re evidence of a nuclear power plant accident] I may be wrong, but I'd say you're lucky to be alive. For that matter, I think we might say the same for the rest of Southern California.
Jack Godell: I know the vibration was not normal.
Ted Spindler: He was not a loony. He was the sanest man I ever knew in my life.
Evan Mc Cormack: ...and let this lunatic wipe out a billion dollar investment? At least this buys time; it will take the press an hour to get here.::Bill Gibson: I wouldn't count on it.::Evan Mc Cormack: I'm counting on you to take care of the God damn press. Now you do your Job, and let me do mine.::Bill Gibson: Yes sir.
Bill Gibson: Mr. Mc Cormack I can't take responsibility for this.::Evan Mc Cormack: What's your alternative? Let this maniac wash out a billion dollar investment? At least this buys time, it will take the press an hour to get here.::Bill Gibson: I wouldn't count on it.::Evan Mc Cormack: I'm counting on you to take care of the goddamn press. Now you do your job and I'll do mine.::Bill Gibson: Yes sir.
I'm caught up in the jaws of life
What can heal can also tear you up inside
Writing down your own anthem
You don't like the older one
I would stand at attention for less than minimum
Wage your own forgotten wars
Trade honor for canker sores
Ghostly pride with matching tours
You're childish without the joy
I know that I said I would change
I know that I haven't changed
A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace
I'm barely breathing with my status day to day
Caught off guard by innocence
I cross my heart you influences pull you down
I swear it's not the fault of mine or of the fault of anyone
So tell me what the guilt feels like
Are you swallowed in the jaws of life
When you strip people down
You'll see how they don't need their cover
Is it clear and defined when fists from a simple conflict rise
And we turn into monsters we thought were once extinct.
I used to march around the playground with my friends
Yelling we hate girls and now all's well that ends well
And there's so much to be said for fresh starts and second chances
In a world of scary monsters and high tech advances
I try to do what I do with love instead of with anger
And when sometimes I bite my nails 'cause real life is a cliffhanger
What with only seconds left at the end of the 10th hour
We got emergency ways to respond to the Nth power
The alloys are light weight and increasingly durable
But as far as I'm concerned, the original is preferable
I'm stubborn that way, I piss while humanity waits
My motto wouldn't fit on a set of vanity plates
The watch in my pocket maybe indeed old and tarnished
But at least I can raise my hand without a shoulder harness
You know I can easily replace my lungs with a respirator
My ?pants? with a DV and my staircase with an escalator
But my life revolves around the spherical orbit of earth
And it ends forever with the miracle moment of birth
On the first day of spring, I start work on the fall edition
And decide for myself who's a thief and who's a politician
It's two different things on different pages of the calendar
I gauge the way I react on the age of my challengers
I row my boat gently against the current and I believe
In real life and death experience and keeping and even keel
What's that Dim, Stop that racket (2X)
Questions in the eyes of the precious few
It's like they want to say man what's happened to you
I've got aches and pains where I didn't used to
And I kind of hope they've got 'em too
They're too polite to be direct
Too uptight to really connect
Scared to see our own reflection
Caught in the jaws of life
(chorus)
Caught in the jaws of life
Found myself chewed up like everyone else
It Made no difference what I thought
And who I was I still got caught
In the jaws of life
I walked in and I looked around
You never saw such a burned out crowd
Somebody said Boy don't be thinking out loud
Because you know some of us were so proud
Just like you we had our days
You'd be surprised how fast they slipped away
We started out so young and bold
Now we're just a few more mortal souls
In the jaws of life
(chorus)
Since those days it's been so long
Done some good and I done some wrong
Done some things I can tell you son
That If I'd known better I'd never have done
Still I search for something I can't see
They don't have what I need at the A&P;
Better send John Wayne with the cavalry
Hope he gets here in time to rescue me
From the jaws of life
Hold me like a child
In your warm, warm arms
Whisper parables
Keep me safe from harm
Oh my sagging skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes
There was laughter once
There were pretty songs
Pull the metal shards
Thin my clotted blood
Oh my rotted skin
Oh my burning skies
I will close my eyes
I will close my eyes