Keith,

You were asking about what "here's you sign" meant. Well, below is a letter I sent our about 3 years ago to some friends/family. It should shed some light for ya...



If I were you, I would definitely take the time to read this, as it will
make you laugh quite a bit (as it did me), make you scratch your head, or
just plain scare you.

TRUE STORY.

Alexis, my cousin, once sent me an email that I have fully come to believe
in. It dealt with hanging signs that read 'Stupid' from the necks of, shall
we say, less-than-intelligent people. That way, when you go up to a random
person and need to ask them something relating to common sense, you could
stop short and say 'Ooops, sorry, didn't see your sign.' For instance, if
you were wondering why a person had burnt their lips, and they told you they
did not believe the exhaust pipes of cars got hot, you could hand them a
sign.

Also, many of you know my brother. We all know that he is a believer in the
2nd Amendment, and a person's right to bear arms; however, Ken with his
infinite wisdom, reads that as 'The right to bear arms, so go get as many as
you possibly can.'

With all of that in mind, buckle up, here we go...

We received a call from Ken the other night saying his apartment complex is
not going to renew his lease. We ask why. Side bar: Ken has a bazooka (an
anti-tank rocket launcher for those of you who do not know). Apparently Ken
felt the need to have the 3-½ inch rocket rounds that go with it. (Again
for those of you who do not know, 3-½ inch is the DIAMETER of the warhead,
the round is about 2 feet long and weighs about 8-10 pounds. Enough to stop
a tank right? Right.) So he orders what he says are inert/dummy rounds.
Well when he gets them, through the mail (read that again and scratch your
head, we will cover it in a moment), he unpacks them and notices the rocket
motors are sweating. (Rocket motors sweat when the get old. This will
either cause them to go bad, or light off. Kinda like TNT sweating). He
then realizes that he bought LIVE bazooka rounds. Folks, you read that
right, LIVE anti- tank rockets.

So what does one do with LIVE bazooka rounds? Ken does the right thing.
For those of you who know Ken, you may want to read that sentence again and
be in awe for a little while. He calls the Tucson Police Department bomb
squad. They say, 'We do not deal with military rounds, call the base.' Go
ahead and scratch your head if you live in a town without a military base,
and wonder what the bomb squad would do then. So Ken calls the EOD
(Explosive Ordinance Disposal) team out at the Air Force base. They come
out, evacuate the whole complex and proceed to get the rounds.

By now the ATF is on the scene wondering what is going on. Ken explains
that he thought he was getting inert/dummy rounds, but the company (probably
somewhere in Texas is my opinion) sent him live ones instead. scratches head>. LIVE rounds through AIR MAIL? Yup. So now they are
investigating this company because the person who packed the rounds did not
realize they were live. Yeah, OK, sure, whatever. (Dummy rounds a painted
blue so one can spot them easily, live ones are colored anything BUT blue.)

Side bar 2: Have you noticed that I have been referring to the rockets in
the plural? Yup, more than one folks. Remember what Ken's 2nd Amendment
belief is...?

The warheads turned out to be safe, but the motors were live. Think dry
wall is going to stop a rocket designed to go through tank armor?
Ummmmmmm....no. Envision: 'Sorry my rocket shot through your apartment and
into your car, but on the bright side, the warhead was inert.'

Didn't Ken realize....probably not.
Aren't live rounds....yes they are.
The Postal Service....yes they did.
How stupid can one....very.
Why?..................good question.

So through all of this, Ken is OK, the USPS (United States Postal Service),
continues to ship live rounds (by plane no less), and here we all are going
'Oh Boy.' It is not my goal to poke fun at Ken about this very dangerous
situation, but in conjunction with the USPS, I think he should have a
sign...

Regards,
Scott