In an era where common sense has been rolled up and smoked like a stank joint behind the school gym, Nevada’s Assembly Bill 416 struts onto the legislative floor dressed like a champion of free speech—but it reeks of something fouler. It promises “access,” “protection,” and “student rights,” but at its core, this bill is a velvet-gloved middle finger to every parent who still thinks schools should be places of learning, not live-in sex ed labs.
Let’s cut through the politically perfumed gas cloud–the bill does not protect classic literature or controversial but age-appropriate works. No, AB416 explicitly shields sexually graphic material—some of it so explicit you couldn’t read it aloud on the Senate floor without getting tossed out. Some books don’t only touch on gender identity—they include detailed descriptions of male-on-male oral sex, anal intercourse, and step-by-step guides that would make a prison contraband manual blush.
And guess what? Under this new legal framework, if a 12-year-old checks out this book from the school library, the school staff can’t say a thing—unless they want to risk a felony. A felony–for crying out loud, not for peddling porn to minors, but for daring to try and stop it.
Do you think I’m exaggerating? Section 3 of the bill throws the book–and not the kind you’d want your kids reading–at anyone who uses “force, intimidation, or coercion” to restrict access. Sounds noble—until you realize that “intimidation” could mean voicing concerns at a school board meeting or emailing your principal too passionately.
So, you protest your kid reading smut? You’ll get branded a threat. And you want it removed from the shelves? Good luck. The school won’t be able to do much unless it’s mislabeled Mein Kampf in the Dr. Seuss section.
And if you think you’ll get justice through public pressure, think again. The bill also criminalizes releasing personal information—like naming a school official who greenlit this literary cesspool—calling it retaliatory. Meanwhile, the people trying to shield children from this junk get painted as dangerous radicals. The law is so backward–that the person or person who wrote it must’ve been on a bad acid trip during a bad acid trip.
It isn’t about banning books—it’s about whether children should have open access to graphic sexual material under the sanctity of “literary freedom.” There’s a difference between a coming-of-age novel and a detailed sex manual wrapped in rainbow foil.
But this bill doesn’t care. It offers no meaningful guardrails, just a wide-open lane for explicit content and legal landmines for anyone who dares object.
So yes, the bill is getting its first hearing this morning. And yes, there’s a deadline this Friday to get it out of committee. But the deadline is moral– either we pull our heads out of the ideological sand, or we hand over the keys of education to people who think teaching kids how to perform sex acts is “progress.”
One helluva choice.
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