Word: jails
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...toxic as penicillin. It really is a wonder drug.”J. Allan Hobson, a professor of psychiatry at HMS, echoed his colleague’s sentiments about marijuana’s medical benefits but was less optimistic about its prospects for legalization.In Massachusetts, marijuana users can receive jail time and fines as high as $500. Some states, such as California, have passed laws allowing marijuana use for medical purposes, but a federal law prohibits use of the drug.“I would love to see it used for medicinal use. I just don?...
...Silverman's net worth rocketed toward $1 billion. He was hailed as a genius. Then, in 1997, he merged HFS with direct-marketer CUC to form Cendant. CUC was an e-commerce pioneer, giving Silverman a tangential link to the Internet bubble. Under CEO Walter Forbes, now awaiting jail, CUC was also a pioneer at fabricating earnings, Silverman later discovered. This was the first of the big end-of-the-century accounting scandals, and though Silverman and Cendant survived it, the disaster cost him both his genius certification and most of his net worth...
...Pedro, the proletarian man of honor, usually bears injustice bravely. Sometimes he volunteers for public censure, taking the rap for a crime of passion his sister committed in Las Islas Marias. Sometimes he's railroaded into jail by a scheming rival, as in Nosotros los pobres...! Only rarely, as in The Woman I Lost, does he take up arms against the corrupting power. On the run for an accidental killing the police think is murder, he becomes a Robin Hood of the countryside, reappropriating the money the landowners have stolen from the people...
...role into another, cracking her gum as Undine’s not-too-bright valley-girl assistant, then smiling sickeningly over her clipboard and talking in a nasal voice as the counselor of a drug rehabilitation group. Her performance as the belligerent hooker who shares Undine’s jail cell was unforgettably comic...
...last night in jail was a Sunday. I was falling asleep on the floor when I felt a low harmony echoing up through the concrete of the cell next door. There was bass, tenor and rhythm. For two hours, prisoners filled the jail with music. These were songs of suffering and acceptance, of beauty and soul undiminished...