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That's not how DEA administrator Karen Tandy sees it. "Dr. Hurwitz was no different from a cocaine or heroin dealer peddling poison on the street corner," she told reporters after his sentencing. Prosecutors said Hurwitz prescribed "obscene" amounts of medicine to patients he knew were addicted to cocaine and other drugs. As for the DEA's other investigations and prosecutions, "We're not on a witch hunt," Tandy told TIME. "We are very careful in our investigations. More than 600,000 doctors are registered to prescribe controlled substances. There are a very small number of bad apples." Her agency...
...essayists and teaches English in Tehran, ?It was made in China, of plastic. The mullahs told us that the key would open the door to a golden palace with hundreds of rooms and a beautiful virgin in each room. You see, we were facing certain death - the Iraqis had poison gas.? Like hundreds of thousands of young conscripts in the Iran-Iraq war, Mehrdad was destined for a suicidal human-wave charge on the Iraqi lines. He was spared only by his commander's desire to be taught English...
Besides, the matter of mercy killing is getting rough and out of hand. Nobody seems to use poison anymore. In Fort Lauderdale two years ago, a 79-year-old man shot his 62-year-old wife in the stairwell of a hospital; like Emily Gilbert, she was suffering from Alzheimer's disease. In San Antonio four years ago, a 69-year-old man shot his 72-year-old brother to death in a nursing home. Last June a man in Miami put two bullets in the heart of his three-year-old daughter who lay comatose after a freak accident...
Inman took an apartment, then another, then another. At one time he had five. He needed the flats above and below to shield himself from noise (once he tried swapping urban sonic torture for the sounds of nature and wound up shooting songbirds). Bright light he considered poison, so he restricted himself to a heavily draped bedroom. To this room he beckoned "talkers," people he advertised for in the newspapers, saying he would pay them to tell him of their lives. And he wrote. A failed poet, for good reason, he aimed at capturing his life, the lives of others...
...confusion and despair. Nothing here is quite what it seems, and the moment one set of deceptions is exposed, another takes its place. Edward finds Jesse, but the old man is apparently being held prisoner in his own house. He says the three dutiful acolytes have tried to poison him. The women tell Edward that Jesse is ill and deranged, a demigod whose powers have failed. The visitor wonders why he came and cannot seem to leave: "Is it just that, for some reason I shall never know, I have to take part in the final act of a drama...