"Scientist charged with improperly passing on classified information"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/10/19/u.s.espionage.charge.israel/index.html
A Spy?! Really, mention the word spy and visions of the Red Scare and James Bond movies pop into my head. I don't know what that says about me, but I do know that the word pulled me to this article. Anyways, the alleged "spy" David Nozette, age 52, has been arrested and charged for delivering top secret information regarding classified government aerospace programs to an Israeli government informant - or so he thought. Apparently, this so-called intelligence official was actually an undercover FBI agent testing Nozette's loyalty, which has come under suspicion recently. After Nozette and the agent met repeatedly, Nozette did eventually deliver some high security, top secret information without knowing who exactly he was dealing with. Now he's looking at a possible life sentence for his treachery. Can you say karma?
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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