After Democrats read the following, I may have to re-register as a Federalist, a Whig, a Tory, a Laborite, a Silverite, a Communist or perhaps a Know-Nothing. I’ve been called worse, but it must be said: Czar Donaldov has finally done something right. Quite accidentally, of course, a purely unintended consequence, kinda like El Presidente hisself who’s the personification of … [Read more...]

This column will end where it starts. With some trepidation almost two decades ago, I passed out one of my earliest Tribune columns entitled “I was a teenage racist” at a local NAACP meeting. (Barbwire Jan. 12 1990 et seq.) Former NAACP President and LDS Elder William Moon stood up and termed it “excellent.” Thanks, old friend. “How could a kid like me have had any … [Read more...]

I didn’t know it at the time, but I have it on good authority that I was governor of Nevada in 2014. Most people think that Gov. Veto El Obtúsè was in charge back then. However, no less than current Republican legislative leaders are telling people that I was the governor. Little ole me. They have been blaming “the governor” for ordering the Reno-Sparks NAACP to demand that … [Read more...]

Sparks can be the first community in the United States to fully embody the netherworlds of “A Clockwork Orange” and “Bladerunner.” The Nugget Casino plans a huge amphitheatre where the Silver Club used to stand. Despite more than a full page of gaga boosterism in Sunday’s Incredible Shrinking Reno Gazette-Journal (nobody reads national news anymore, right?), expensive … [Read more...]

“How will labor come back? In a strike. It’ll start with one plant. One plant. And they strike. And there’ll be guys across the street at a second plant, and they see it, and they think ‘Hmm, maybe we can do that.’ And they win. Then somebody in Idaho does it, the same thing, independently. That’s not romanticism, that’s a fact.” -- Ed Sadlowski, United Steelworkers … [Read more...]

“They lived and laughed and loved and left.” -- James Joyce To peruse your proper place on this planet or its general neighborhood, just venture outside on a clear Nevada night and look up. Who or what will be remembered by whatever life forms abide in these parts a thousand or even a hundred years hence? Your guess is as good as mine. Our measure is not the poundage with … [Read more...]

If you met Bob Price when I first did in 1975, you would not have concluded that he was a union electrician or a Nevada legislator. When’s the last time you saw a white guy in bell bottoms with a huge Afro? Bob Price was about as conventional as a Martian convention. He played mean guitar and led sing-alongs with his fellow lawmakers on the Nevada Assembly floor during … [Read more...]

In addition to all the red flags and warning lights flashed by us unpatriotic denizens of fake news media, equally serious signals from the frivolous end of reality abide. So let’s begin with the end. RUMPELSTILTSKINNY DIPPING. In an economic slump we increasingly share, the Chinese government has found one positive rump index to tout: sales of men’s boxers and briefs have … [Read more...]