There is a bull moose wandering Nevada which is no so normal.
Dance clubs popularity begins to match gaming in Sin City.
The Republican shutdown of the Federal Government creates boon to State Parks.
The construction on the road to California is about to come to an end.
While in law school, my blog was hosted at blogspot. I did what ended up being a three part series on events/people that had a big impact on me. I encourage your to read them here
When Monica left the courthouse on the day of the trial she was royally pissed at me; like, angry tears “fuck you” pissed at me. Oh well, it happens in these Domestic Violence cases. A few weeks later I was back in town on matters unrelated to Monica’s second trial. An interesting twist in small town prosecution is that at some point you’re likely to run into your defendant or victim or witness wherever you may be. It was later at night (and for some reason my memory tells me it was wintertime) and my server at the local establishment was…wait for it…Monica.
The trouble with Nevada’s domestic battery laws is that you really don’t get much out of a Domestic Battery second offense conviction. There are more minimum days in jail, more community service hours and more counseling needed. The thing is, if the 6 months of counseling doesn’t work then 12 months isn’t. There are men who get it on the first conviction and then there are men who won’t stop beating women until they go to prison after a Domestic Battery third (or strangulation/substantial bodily harm/deadly weapon) or murder.
Once it was clear that we’d have privacy to talk I pulled her aside and asked her what she wanted me to do with the second trial (the evidence less strong than the first). I could put her through it all again and have her yell and cuss and scream and lie or I could dismiss it and see if the counseling worked. I expected her to tell me to drop the case (in more colorful language). She didn’t. She told me he wasn’t going to stop unless he was behind bars. I was astounded. She’d flipped just like all the training said she might. She was ready to stand up for herself and stop the violence.
We never got to trial. The Defendant, realizing that even his “girlfriend” showed and lied for him like last time wasn’t going to stop a conviction, pleaded guilty to the charge. Now it’s just a waiting game until he picks up his third conviction and is sent to prison.
The Nevada GOP stuck with their more grassroots chair over the establishment’s (Govenor, Senator, the Sands, and legislative leaders) pick this past weekend in Las Vegas. Although interesting not terribly surprising given the current fracture in the Republican party. Let’s not forget Sandoval beat a sitting Republican governor to get to where he is.
The race for Reno mayor has a potentially game changing legal hiccup.
Once again, a friendly conservative interview leads a reasonable man to unreasonable words. The Twitter rage and more rage from the radio station though is a new twist. Don’t worry, it turned into happy self promotion.
Elko resident calls for hitching posts in downtown.