Short Story:
So when I was living in Texas, in a little suburb called Rowlett (think Tigard is to Portland as Rowlett is to Dallas), I actually got the local newspaper.
Well, one incidnet involved a crazy man living about 3 blocks over. He had gone loopy, and climbed up on his roof. Now, since this is Dallas, the roofs are either asphalt/composition shingles or can be barrel tiles for those of us who like to spend money. Well, his roof was a nice barrel tile roof.
So, he starts ripping the tiles off and chucking them at anyone who passes by.
Needless to say, someone called the police. The usual two patrol cars pull up with 3 officers. After trying to get the main down and ducking a few well thrown tiles, the call in SWAT.
Now, aside from the fact that a town of 45,000 people in essentially "bedroom community" has a damn SWAT team, I'd still expect them to handle things in a professional manner. So, they again try to talk the guy down. This has been going on all day and they are now 5 hours into it.
So, the SWAT guys figure they'll just shoot him in the leg and then roll him off.
They did. The reason "Well, we shot him so he wouldn't hurt himself by falling off".