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Across the country, judges increasingly are sending defendants to rehab instead of prison or jail. These diversion courts have become the bedrock of criminal justice reform, aiming to transform lives and ease overcrowded prisons.

But in the rush to spare people from prison, some judges are steering defendants into rehabs that are little more than lucrative work camps for private industry, an investigation by Reveal from The Center for Investigative Reporting has found.

The programs promise freedom from addiction. Instead, they’ve turned thousands of men and women into indentured servants.

The beneficiaries of these programs span the country, from Fortune 500 companies to factories and local businesses. The defendants work at a Coca-Cola bottling plant in Oklahoma, a construction firm in Alabama, a nursing home in North Carolina.

There’s little drug rehabilitation going on at these labor camps. Some of the companies that utilize the slave labor are so dependent on it that they’d go under without it. Some of the industries these men are forced to work in are notoriously dangerous. When they’re injured, the companies file workers compensation claims – and keep the money for themselves, even though the workers are typically not employees but clients.

Warning: no matter how bad you think this story is going to be, it’s worse

(via maxknightley)

Their insistence that they are flexible and free is belied by the rigid emptiness of their daily round: sit on the beach, climb a hill to see a peasant or a goat, screw expertly.

Verbal brain noise: “monopoly on the use of gorse”

Finally, while most centrist dads are men, in this age of gender fluidity it’s important to acknowledge that the spirit of the centrist dad can reside within women too.

An interesting digression on the significance of cats. Pagenstecher tells his companions how, according to an old Baden flood legend, human race was saved by a cat.

From the recent English translation of Arno Schmidt’s magnum opus Bottom’s Dream, which is 1334 pages long, takes place over the course of 25 hours, and is about translating Edgar Allan Poe into German.

From the recent English translation of Arno Schmidt’s magnum opus Bottom’s Dream, which is 1334 pages long, takes place over the course of 25 hours, and is about translating Edgar Allan Poe into German.

The Fire Queen, whose extreme beauty existed somewhere between a Babylonian death goddess and an Asian supermodel, advanced towards Thrix’s desk, fire smouldering in her eyes.

The Terra Ignota cast as dril tweets

  • The Anonymous: going to start asking "What do you Think?" at the end of each post, to help stimulate discourse and reap the substantial benefits of Social.
  • Brillists: imgagine if people went through life trying to collect IQ Points in so as much as they try to collect Dollars. verify me. verify my account
  • Brody DeLupa: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups
  • Bryar Kosala: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Carlyle Foster: "Why should there be only one good friday. Let's try our best to make all the Fridays good. Thank you" -a quote i invented which made me cry
  • Casimir Perry: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off
  • Cornel MASON: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.
  • Dominic Seneschal: AS J. BOND HOLDS IN HIS POSSESSION THE FAMOUS "LISCSENSE TO KILL," I MYSELF HAVE LICSENSE TO TOUCH AS MANY GRAPES AS I PLEASE W/O BUYING ANY
  • Duke Ganymede: 2020: america elects the first Shirtless president
  • J.E.D.D. Mason: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self
  • The Mardi Bash': i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again
  • The Major: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer
  • Masons: all young men Must be fitted for a good Italian suit, ideally by age 4. i will not fucking apologize or back down from this
  • Mitsubishi: here are this year's Vote Multiplers for election day. no, they do not stack
  • policeman - 10x
  • army man -12x
  • verified acct - 15x
  • Asexual - 18x
  • Mycroft Canner: am I the most dark & twisted psycho god online?? hm lets see:
  • - When the dow jones industrial average goes down i say simply the word "Good"
  • Mycroft Canner (Teenager): the jduge orders me to take off my anonymous v mask & im wearing the joker makeup underneath it. everyone in the courtroom groans at my shit
  • Ockham Saneer: hwow many favs are worth the equivalent of a human life... id say about 70
  • Ojiro Cardigan Sniper: i have taken my shirt off over 10000 times
  • Saladin: "jail isnt real," i assure myself as i close my eyes and ram the hallmark gift shop with my shitty bronco
  • Thomas Carlyle: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit
  • Utopia: committing unforgivable crimes against nautre in my laboratory ,trying to create the next genetically discombobulated meme animal
  • Vivien Ancelet-Kosala: some times it takes a little bit of Free thinking to be able to look at the bull shit of the world to step back and say "Damn What the hell"

These regions come in the form of blobs and sheets which may be associated with worms.

“All is strange to me,” said the human louse to the wood louse. He spoke the lice language with its beautiful vowel sounds to perfection.

“On the contrary,” said the wood louse, speaking the same ancient tongue but with a rude rural intonation, “you are the only strange thing here to me.”

“Could you direct me——” the human louse enquired, giving its words a classical resonance, indicative of the fact that its ancestors had lived with the Romans, “to any human skin in this vicinity?”

The wood louse rudely disabused this dainty traveller of his high hope; and reported that the only skin except the bark of trees available in that quarter was the skin of a rabbit that had been caught in a trap a year ago.