I loathe warning labels, just despise them. They make me think of product liability lawyers who I also dislike, intensely. Lawyers ruined plastic grocery bags, as they now have holes in to prevent urchins from suffocating, but causing them to leak when I put something wet in them, like fish. The list of things with warning labels on them is far too lengthy to event attempt to enumerate. The most aggravating part of the warnings are the expense they cost us, passed on to the consumer by the manufacturer, and NO ONE READS THEM! Owners manuals, with the first eleventy seven pages with warnings in three languages.
I was delighted to buy that old Reading Instrument eared sinker mould. Cast iron, American made and not a single stupid warning about it being hot, nor the idiotic California Proposition 65 cancer warning I see every where. The Cali 65 warning is an absolute hair trigger for me.
I have to go find something to kick now. On the other hand, a nearly full golden moon is about to slide behind a western hill and is beautiful.