Joins Merry Band of AGs to Protect DOE Handouts Out here in the wild and woolly territory of Nevada — where a man is supposed to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow and not by the trembling of his pen — our very own Attorney General, Mr. Ford, has once again hitched…

In the capital of the Silver State, where one might hope civilization had taken root a bit deeper than the sagebrush, deputies found themselves busier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs this past week. First, there’s a fellow named Perry Adams, age forty-six. He figured a quarrel with his girlfriend about…

Now, friends, it has come to pass that one of our more silver-headed truth-hunters, Jacques Vallée by name, has raised a cautionary finger against the reckless unmasking of the world’s best-kept secret—that the night sky is full of neighbors and some of’em don’t come bearing apple pie. Mister Vallée, a veteran of sixty years’ worth…

The lively spirit of youth, ever so it can outrun misfortune, met a rude and final reckoning on the winding road of Geiger Grade. In their solemn way, authorities named the poor soul–a Reno man of but 25 tender years–Kyle Rodgers. At about half-past six o’clock, with the sun hanging low over the Sierra and…

But Don’t Break Out the Fireworks Yet By all accounts, and against the usual run of folly, the grim reaper’s stranglehold on Nevada’s highways loosened its bony grip a mite this year. After 400 good souls were lost to the wild perils of our roadways in 2024–a year that drove up the toll faster than…

South of Reno, along that stretch of road they call Interstate 580–a place not fit for man nor beast in the wee hours–a most lamentable business took place Saturday morning. ‘Twas about 2:15 by the clock when one solitary soul, beset by moonshine, saw fit to wreck his vehicle smack in the middle of the…

Out in the land of dust and double-dealers, where a man can get robbed of his hat and still get taxed for the privilege, one Michele Fiore, a woman of stubborn disposition and unladylike courage, finds herself once again on the receiving end of a great American pastime–namely, public character assassination masquerading as justice. It…

In the days when young McAvoy Layne, a lad yet to know he carried the reincarnated spark of ol’ Sam Clemens himself, took it into his head to join the United States Marine Corps, the world was a tangle of mischief and muddle, much like a yarn spun by a man with too much whiskey…

Now, folks, gather ‘round and lend an ear to the latest chapter of American absurdity–a tale so rich in foolishness that even the Carson River would blush to tell it. It seems Nevada, that grand stretch of desert and dice, had a law passed back in 1985–a simple enough notion–sayin’ that if a young’un wanted…

It was a fine spectacle to watch the Nevada Legislature try to hogtie artificial intelligence like some wild steer fresh out of the mountains when AI is more like fog–and slips through your fingers and makes you look foolish for trying. During this session, more than a dozen bills got cooked up, all promising to…