Word: roughest
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...Shortly after he became mayor, Newsom dressed in disguise and walked around some of San Francisco's roughest neighborhoods to survey for himself what needed to be cleaned up and fixed. He also appointed the first woman police chief in the city's history and the first female fire chief in a major city...
...within 15 minutes they knew they were going to run for the top two UC posts together. James is a part-time stand-up comic and government concentrator who hails from Jackson, Miss., which he describes in his light Southern accent as “one of the roughest neighborhoods” in the state. Wong is a lanky, violin-playing philosophy concentrator who says in his British accent that he has traveled to all seven continents. It is apparent that the two form a political odd couple. Nevertheless, Wong says that the similarity of their agendas makes them...
...Mitt Romney, Huckabee's principal rival in Iowa, receives the roughest treatment. Huckabee writes that the former Massachusetts governor's record was "anything but conservative until he changed the light bulbs in his chandelier in time to run for president." He notes that Romney declined to make a congratulatory phone call after Huckabee beat the odds to win the Iowa caucuses, "which we took as a sign of total disrespect." He mocks Romney for suggesting, during one debate, more investment in high-yield stocks as a solution to economic woes. "Let them eat stocks!" Huckabee jokes...
...echoing Schiller’s “Ode to Joy.” J. Smith’s day begins dramatically in “Chinese Blues” as jabs of distorted guitar accentuate the vaguely Eastern-sounding piano opening. With his voice sounding the thinnest, the roughest, the hungriest it has since “Good Feeling,” Healy sharply attacks the chorus, really laying into lyrics about betrayal: “It’s the knife in your back / It’s the heart attack / It?...
...band and sailed through such signature tunes as Let's Dance, Stealin' Apples and King Porter Stomp. The years had not diminished him much. There was the same smooth finger work, the same rhythmic assurance, the same heady, insistent, sweet tone that could cut through the thickest arrangements and roughest riffs. ''I just don't think I ever lost my enthusiasm for music,'' he said, but he did not have to put it into words. His real voice was his clarinet, which proclaimed his unmistakable passion with every note it sang, sang, sang...