Why Laws Don’t Plug Leaks Now, it’s a strange thing about water—man can harness it, hoard it, fight over it, and even try to legislate it, but he sure can’t make it. And for all the bills and acts and official declarations made from the marble benches of Carson City, not one of them ever…

Well now, it seems Senator Jacky Rosen—bless her ambitions and damn her judgment—has taken it upon herself to rescue the Republic from the clutches of Citizens United, that Supreme Court decision which, in her mind, turned every corporation into a cigar-chomping robber baron and every political donor into a demon with gold teeth and bottomless…

Never wish to go meddlin’ in a man’s business unless he’s gone and made it the people’s business—like gettin’ hisself arrested and carted off to the Washoe County lock-up, which is precisely what happened to a pair of gents with names longer than a preacher’s sermon. First up was a fellow by the name of…

But the Big One Still Waits to Show Off It appears the earth beneath northern Nevada, like an old mule with a burr under its saddle, has taken to kicking now and again—not hard enough to bust up the barn, mind you, but just enough to remind you that it’s still there, sulking and waiting…

If you’re coming to the United States on a student visa, you best mind your P’s & Q’s and every consonant in between. There’s a peculiar wind blowing through the halls of learning these days—a mean, sharp wind, bureaucratic in flavor and most disagreeable in effect. College presidents from Mankato to Tuscaloosa to UNLV are…

Meetings, particularly those with PowerPoint and weak coffee, might tickle your civic fancy. So, here’s one for you as the Attorney General’s office — that grand bunch of law-thinkers — is fixin’ to hold a training session, from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m., on April 10 about Nevada’s Red Flag Laws, which, in plain country…

Tuesday, and I strolled into the Union Brewery Saloon that morning, where the dusty scent of antiques hung in the air, where folks traded stories like breathing. At the bar sat a man, maybe a decade older than me. He looked like someone who had spent his life taking what the land offered without ever…

Seven Tigers Rescued in a Tale Stranger Than Fiction Not to speculate on things that bump around in the bureaucratic night, but if ever there was a place fit for strange tidin’s and stranger people, it’s Nye County. Art Bell, the late-night radio bard of all things curious and cosmic, used to call it “The…

Tears Flow, But the Details Don’t The Department of Governmental Entanglements (DOGE), known for sniffing out the places where money goes to nap, has reportedly withdrawn funding from Nevada Humanities, thereby setting off an operatic wail from its executive director, Ms. Christina Barr, and precisely zero clarifications about what the money was accomplishing. Barr declared…

If a man keeps slapping you every time you walk past his porch, maybe you ought to quit walkin’ that way—or at least start carryin’ a big stick of your own. The American public is in the middle of a National game of tug-of-war once again, where one end’s hollerin’ “tariffs for strength” and the…