Billy and Sarah began arguing in their kitchen.   Sarah called him a male-chauvinist pig and a nasty drunk. Billy, holding a half-empty bottle of Patron, replied, “You’re a no-good-rotten-bitch!” and swung the bottle at her face, narrowly missing her.  Sarah took a step back, inching her way toward the Fissler knife block Billy’s mother bought them for Christmas last year.  Billy stumbled toward Sarah and swung the bottle at her again, splashing streaks of golden-brown liquid on the marble-tiled floor. “Come on,” Billy laughed, “have a drink with me, slut.”  Sarah grabbed one of the finely crafted German blades and held it front of her new breasts.   The brassy light from the kitchen lights reflected the pure silver of the blade into Billy’s Tequila-tinted eyes.  Billy turned his head to side, looking somewhat like sickened vampire in front of a holy cross.  With effort, he tossed his head back in her direction: “What are you going to do—stab me? Huh? With my mommy’s nice knives? That will be a five-hundred dollar wound.” 

            “Don’t come any closer,” Sarah protested, gripping the handle of the knife.  Not listening, Billy continued his wobbly march toward Sarah.  As he lifted the bottle over his head, Sarah drove the knife right into Billy’s chest.   The bottle of Patron fell to the floor, shattering into several pieces.  Billy collapsed onto the open-door of the dishwasher, breaking it with his weight. The cacophonous sound of silverware and dishes from the lower-part of the Maytag washer followed as Billy hit the floor.  His eyes dropped to the sight of the dark handle sticking out of his chest.  He arched both his eyebrows and, with an unsteady hand, yanked the knife from his flesh. 

            Billy whimpered when the pain from his actions registered with his inebriated brain.  Sarah raised both her hands to her face, pulling down her bow-shaped lips with her finger tips. She felt the coldness from the band of the ring on her third left finger.  Warm tears poured from her eyes, streaking her tan, powdered cheeks. Billy focused his gaze on the bloody blade.  Had he been a more philosophical man, he might have appreciated the cruel, ironic twist of fate that led to his end: to die from a gift bought by his mother in celebration of his engagement to a woman he felt he could not live without.  The love of his mother united with the betrayal of his lover into one blunt instrument.  But Billy’s last thoughts never made it to those depths of reason reserved for reflective men.  Forever the lackadaisical playboy and Monday-night football fan, he could pull only immediate words that were full of emotion and scented with booze.  He dropped the knife; blood trickled out his mouth when he spoke: “Oh, baby… I think you broke… my heart.”  Billy’s eyes rolled into his head.  His arms suddenly relaxed and flopped to the floor.

             You are a legal intern working for the DA's office in Florida.  The prosecutor you intern for asks you to review all the posts on Sarah's Facebook page.   Why would you check Sarah's Facebook page?  What type of evidence would you find there if you were trying to convict Sarah of second degree murder?  Discuss what you specifically hope to find on Sarah's page.   Next, write a brief memo disclosing your findings and post it on your blog.  Did Sarah violate any social ethics with her postings (social, personal, or conservation ethics?  Your findings can be good or bad for Sarah.  Use some creativity here.  In this memo, you should name your primary, secondary, and tertiary readers.  This blog is worth twenty points.  You have until June 1st to complete this assignment.