Skip to comments.Juvenile Arrested Following Mailbox Explosions
Posted on 05/20/2014 5:01:42 AM PDT by Morgana
CHARLESTON, W.Va. (WSAZ) -- Tips helped Charleston Police track down a juvenile suspect in connection to a mailbox explosion that was posted on YouTube.
According to Charleston Police Detectives, the teenager is facing a charge of criminal use of a destructive device.
A neighbor on Louden Heights Road, located in the South Hills area of Charleston, captured the incident on home security video during the weekend .
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Commit a crime and post a video of it on YouTube.
What could possibly go wrong?
I’m sure no FReepers ever placed lit cherry bombs or butterfingers in mailboxes when they were young.....
Yea but that then people did not have security cameras on their homes to catch those FReepers.
We’re still looking for Jimmie. About the time Quebec separatists were planting bombs in mailboxes (1960’s), Jimmie, master of the ten-kiloton pipebomb, decided it would be fun to drop one in the corner mailbox. Have you ever seen a five-foot tall blue and red banana? There was mail in a 75 foot radius and fragments of mail box everywhere. The cops were all over the neighborhood talking to all of us but none of us participated. Slowly we realized that Jimmie was nowhere to be found. I actually never saw him again.
I gather you believe Jimmie got blowed up?
Odd they wouldn’t have detected blood or parts?
> Im sure no FReepers ever placed lit cherry bombs or butterfingers in mailboxes when they were young.....
I don’t know what you’re talking about....(whistling and looking away with hands in pockets)...: )
I didn’t even know it was a crime!
“Im sure no FReepers ever placed lit cherry bombs or butterfingers in mailboxes when they were young.....”
Ha! Ha! My first thought EXACTLY!!!!
...no, never, never!!!
No, we would take an expended CO2 cartridge from a BB gun. Then cut open shotgun shells with a hack saw. Empty the black powder out of the shell into the CO2 cartridge. Stick a Estees(sp) rocket fuse inside and glue it in place with Elmers glue. It made a great pipe bomb. I hope the NSA is not monitoring this site!
I know _I_ would never do such a thing...
But it sure made a pretty “boom”, I’m sure.
I didn't do it, nobody saw me do it, you can't prove anything.
Oh, and I definitely never would have done this with a bag of fresh manure.
lol...Everyone knows it’s illegal (federal crime)to tamper with the US Mail. So, if they don’t know they can’t call 911 about a screw up with their hamburger, then I guess they didn’t know that blowing up a mail box is terrorism. Wonder what they actually teach people in public school nowadays.
IGNORANCE OF THE LAW ......
.... makes life a lot more fun.
Patrick McManus, “Never Sniff a Gift Fish”
Attired in our muskrat-skin hats, which we had sewn up ourselves, we mounted our
bicycles and, with cannon in tow, wet off for the local golf course, where a fairway would
serve as a firing range, a putting green as a target.
As we had hoped, the golf course turned out to be deserted. We quickly wheeled the
cannon into firing position and began the loading procedure.
“Think that’s enough powder?” Retch asked.
“Better dump in some more,” I advised. “That croquet ball is pretty heavy.”
“And there’s some for good measure,” Retch said.
The croquet ball fit a little too tightly, but we managed to ram it down the barrel.
Then we both took up positions alongside the cannon to witness the rare and wonderful
spectacle of a sewer pipe firing a croquet ball down a golf-course fairway.
“Ready, aim, fire!” I commanded.
Retch tripped the firing mechanism.
Eventually, the thunder was replaced by clanging bells inside our heads, the shattered
pieces of earth and sky fell back into place, and the wobbly world righted itself. Retch and I
limped over to the side of a utility shed and sat down to relax a bit and collect our senses.
Presently, a deputy sheriff drove up. He stood for a moment gazing at the haze of smoke
wafting gently over the golf course, the patch of smoldering turf ringed by fragments of
sewer pipe, baby carriage wheels, and pieces of two-by-four. Then hoisting up his gun belt,
he sauntered over to us.
“You boys know anything about an explosion out this way?” he asked.
“What kind of explosion?” Retch asked.
“A big explosion.”
I was still so stunned I couldn’t even think up a good lie. Anyway, I knew the deputy had
“Now, what I want to know,” the deputy went on, “Is why are you two boys sitting out
here behind this shed smoking?”
“Shucks,” I said, “if you’d been a little earlier, you’d have seen us while we were still on
I though for sure he was going to haul us off to jail, but instead he just smiled, took one
last look at the smoldering debris, and started to saunter back to his car. “Well, if you fellas
turn up any information about the explosion,” he said over his shoulder, “I’d appreciate it if
you’d let me know. I don’t reckon there’ll be another one, do you?”
“Nope,” Retch and I said in unison.
Then the deputy stopped and kicked gingerly at something on the ground in front of him.
It was Retch’s muskrat hat! The deputy turned and gave us a sympathetic look. “Too bad
about your dog,” he said.
I went to a Prep school, and lived in the Dorm. All marble bathroom. There was a little stall in which the janitor kept his supplies, including a large bucket of the red or green treated sawdust sweeping compound. Cherry Bomb, with a Lucky Strike on the fuse as a delayed timer, into the bucket. By the time it went off, I was back in my room, playing banjo loudly. What an incredible BOOM! And the air full of smoking red sawdust? I was a suspect, but they couldn’t prove it! 8^)
“playing banjo loudly” was a great touch.
Buh duh bing bing, bing bing, bing bing bing...
“Buh duh bing bing, bing bing, bing bing bing.”
Actually, at that time, I was playing Ragtime and Roaring Twenties stuff on Tenor banjo.