Thursday, March 28, 2013

Feds Charge Kansas Veteran With Explosives Charge

WICHITA, Kan. (AP) _ Prosecutors have narrowed their case against a 66-year-old Kansas veteran after an appeals court tossed out key evidence in a case charging him with unlawful possession of unregistered destructive devices.

Alfred C. Dutton, an Army and Marine veteran from Eureka, now faces a single federal count of unlawful possession of unregistered destructive devices.

The charge filed Tuesday accuses Dutton of having one or more grenade bodies and the parts needed to convert them into destructive devices. He has been summoned to appear in U.S. District Court on April 14.

An earlier count of possessing five jars of homemade napalm with fuses attached has been dropped.

His attorney has argued Dutton collected military items and was preparing to sell decorative and inoperable World War II-vintage hand grenades on eBay.

Here’s an old argument. Since before O.J. in fact. When does double jeopardy occur. This guy was tried, the court found some evidence invalid and threw it out.  The feds are now trying him, not exactly for the same thing, but related – explosives.

Some news media, I’ve noticed lately, have been less than complimentary about Italy trying that WA girl again. One news outlet say: “Try them ‘til found guilty.”

I’m tempted to tell the reporter he needs to examine the US court system jussst a little closer. Forgetting the fact he is looking at a US court system.

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Time passes. We forget that, in spite of being constantly reminded looking at clocks and watches and calendars.

I walked into the insurance office today and the Lady I needed to see was there with a kid – about waist high. I asked her if that kid was the baby she’d been bottle feeding when she first started working at the office.

She said it was.

How would I know? I mean . . . well, time passes.

It’s happened before to me. The lady at the village branch bank when I first moved to the village was dating a dude. The dude’s father was killed when a car fell off the wrecker and crushed him. The dude and lady got married, had a kid and the lady died of cancer, just after the kid was weaned.

I saw a picture of the kid in the paper the other day. She was entering High School with good expectations of being a basketball player of note.

Time Passes.

Like a car passes. You see it coming, it passes, stays in sight for a bit, then disappears. You don’t really know where it goes, it just isn’t there after a while. It makes one sad somewhat, wondering if time will ever reach its destination.

The optimist might say, we’ll never know, it’ll just disappear.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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