The greening of nuclear power

Pure white clouds float through a blue sky; pine-covered mountains cast their emerald reflections across a clear lake; a child’s muddy hands cradle the precious root ball of a tiny tree.
This is the new face of nuclear power.
The images appear against a green-and-purple background on the website for the Clean and Safe Energy Coalition. Scroll down, and there’s the smiling faces of Christine Todd-Whitman, former head of the Environmental Protection Agency, and…

A “friendly” query

Dear Georgette: What, you don’t think the Paramount is friendly? You got some kinda problem with the Paramount that Ace needs to fix for you? Like maybe with a fat punch to the schnoz?

Gay marriage is a civil rights issue

The most common argument to support the legal defining of marriage as a union between a male and female is that of tradition. As marriage has always been characterized this way, so should it always be, claim its supporters. This argument assumes that a male and a female create the most stable union that society […]

Spare some change?

There’s a classic New Yorker cartoon that depicts a group of explorers—backpacks and machetes in hand—coming across a small spring in the middle of nowhere. It’s flowing with money, a geyser of bills spouting up from the center. “By God, gentlemen,” says the lead explorer to his hapless followers, “I believe we’ve found it-he Fountain of Funding!”

A decade of worker's issues

After several dormant years, the Living Wage campaign returned to Charlottesville this spring. Yet the chants and sit-ins are just the latest in a history of labor activism that goes back almost 10 years.—Nell Boeschenstein and John Borgmeyer

Ingo's killer gets seven years

On Thursday, April 20, a jury found Robert Lee Cooke guilty of maliciously shooting Ingo, an Albemarle County police dog, and sentenced him to seven years in prison. Circuit Court Judge James Luke denied Cooke’s request to be released on bond until his formal sentencing on June 13.

Swedish invasion

Dear Crank: Tell me about it! It seems that everywhere that Ace goes, there’s a boxy, earth-toned Scandinavian baby wagon blocking his path. Unfortunately, due to ongoing court proceedings, Ace is not at liberty to reveal the exact make and model of the Acemobile—but you can rest assured that it is nothing as safe, staid and boring as a Volvo. (Nor does it do Volvo-esque things such as start consistently, or reach speeds in excess of 50 mph). But, for whatever reason, it does seem that Charlottesvillians love their Volvos, and it’s not a trend that looks likely to end any time soon.

When, oh Lord, when?

As one whose lack of religious fervor long ago reached the chronic stage, I often find myself pondering an unlikely question. “When, oh Lord, when?” I am not asking for any particular personal favor from one capable of granting it but, rather, expressing simple wonderment. The kind of wonderment prompted by the quiescence of the American people. A quiescence that accepts a torrent of outrageous conduct on the part of the Bush administration.