It used to be clear and the bottom was covered in white oyster shells. I have talked old sailors who remember it being that way. Man ruined it and made it what it is now.
Dude, Florida throws anything and everything at you in the hopes they can get you a date with Old Sparky. If her dog was with her they would have charged her with animal cruelty. On a lighter note: Why won't the woman in my life show this kind of devotion. All I get is the occasional "he's with me" or jealous tirade.
What is there to politicize? I also have doubts they can prove an attempted murder charge. But, I think buying weapons suggests consiracy at least. And, if she has conspired to murder and then starts to execute this plan (however poorly), that upgrades it to attempted. I don't think she was carrying most of her weapons though, so I don't see them getting it. But, I see the justification in making it an option for the prosecution. Btw, as a Navy captain, wouldn't she have a sidearm? Seems like it'd be more effective than a BB gun.
If spraying someone with pepper spray is attempted murder, does that mean kissing someone is attempted rape?
Come on, people..she's in a Navy Captain's uniform. That's almost as bad as a mug shot photo. There HAS to be a better pic of her out there somewhere...
Florida prosecutors charged an astronaut Friday with trying to kidnap a romantic rival, but they declined to file an attempted murder charge recommended by police. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070302/ap_on_re_us/astronaut_arrested;_ylt=AkuhqAU6Dc368iwJutxJ3cqs0NUE
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