Clark County Sheriff Joe Lombardo, the Republican candidate for Nevada Governor, used his official police department email to communicate with his campaign team about strategies.
In addition, he directed department employees to conduct research that his campaign later used.
A judge released a set of 40 emails (including the four outlined above) as part of a lengthy public records lawsuit wherein critics say Lombardo used “his government email for political gain.”
A spokeswoman for Lombardo’s campaign says of the emails, “Largely sent from his personal devices, Sheriff Lombardo’s occasional emails to campaign staff are neither noteworthy nor significant, nor do they present any conflict with state ethics law.”
Nevada’s state ethics law does prohibit any public officer or employee from using “governmental time, property, equipment or other facilities to benefit a significant personal or pecuniary interest.” However, an exception can be made if the user “does not interfere with the performance of the public officer’s or employee’s public duties” or if the cost or value is “nominal.”
Isn’t this what Hillary Clinton did?
Be careful you will get Epstein’d
How long are you going to do this hit job on Lombardo? Why pick on Vegas politics? Is Sisolak paying you? Lombardo is like 8 points ahead so why are you not smelling the winds of change? Nobody wants the old commie there anymore.
Dr. Where u from ? Do you have credentials to be talking on this topic ? Curious minds wanna know
He’s from Trumpland where crime is never your fault.
Dr if your from Trump land you do not adhere to this sites code of honor.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
If Lombardo wins. Vegas is screwed.