Author: philw

  • Nature of the Village Idiot

    Every village has its idiot. According to a recent study, Lyon County has approximately 51,213. Why so many idiots have concentrated into this particular county’s villages, is still a mystery.

    Displaying gnat-like behavior, a single idiot can be a nuisance to any face it hovers around. To make things worse, The idiot’s behavior attracts other idiots, quickly turning into thick swarms that can be difficult to manage.

    Historically, village idiot populations remained low in Lyon County, mostly thanks to the law of FAFO. However with the rise of social media in the mid-to-late 90’s, followed by Lyon County’s eventual awareness of social media by 2018, village idiocy boomed to unprecedented levels.


    A New Breed of Idiot

    Years of heavy village idiot activity eventually led to the emergence of a subspecies called the apex idiot. Unlike the typical village idiots, apex idiots have evolved an immunity to regular deterrents, such as threats or public shaming. Even when physically broken, apex idiots return with no regard for their own well being, simply to taunt their aggressors.


    Spotting the apex idiot

    Identifying the apex idiot, or Phil Wooley, as it’s more commonly referred to, can be difficult at first. Standing only 5 feet, 6 inches tall, it is difficult to spot among the taller, yet lesser idiots. With a trained eye, the apex can be singled out by its enlarged mouth. Other subtle physical differences include larger-than-normal hands attached to longer, ape-like arms. While impossible to spot when wearing shoes, the apex idiot also possesses monkey-like feet with opposable thumb toes. This, along with other observable factors lead scientists to believe this primate may be the first in history to actually de-evolve.


    Disruption of the Idiot Ecosystem

    IThe biggest threat posed by apex idiots, is their potential to invasively spread into politics and public forums. In 2024, one-third of the Lyon County voters nearly let one into the Board of County Commissioners during the Republican primary. It took a coordinated effort by Lyon Republicans, a church, the sheriff, and over $30,000 in campaign funds to prevent this apex idiot from occupying the county seat.

    While much work has been done to slow it’s reproduction, the apex idiot is currently breeding out-of-control. Its offspring seem to possess more intelligence, but still display the concerning primitive behaviors of the parent. The females especially, can be unpredictable.


    Can You Pet an Apex Idiot?

    Whenever you encounter an apex idiot in the wild, it is advised that you do not attempt to touch or feed it. As with any wild animal, you must remain aware it could become aggressive without warning, and you never know what sort of diseases it might be carrying. The apex idiot is also known for being able to spit incredible doses of venom over great distances when threatened or irritated. Experts speculate that it may even just do it for fun.


    What If You Find an Injured Apex Idiot?

    If you happen across a wild apex idiot and see it rolling around on the ground, screaming “FUUUUUCK,” do not attempt to pick it up. It is recommended that you instead, either put it out of its misery, or walk around it, careful to keep out of reach of its dangerous ape hands and big mouth.

    While it may be tempting to contact emergency services about the injured apex idiot, this can actually do more harm than good. The idiot was fired months ago, then later couldn’t pay the premium for its health insurance, so it is not equipped to survive the world of medical billing. Instead, simply offer thoughts and prayers and let it die as nature intended.


    What Can You Do?

    While nothing seems to end the apex idiot, certain conditions can slow its progression.

    Employment has proven to be an effective way of occupying the idiot. Given tasks to complete, while rewarding it with a paycheck, provides focus to distract it from other more destructive tendencies. However, if you fail to compensate the apex idiot for the work it has completed, it will quickly destabilize and revert to more primitive aggressive behaviors. If you hear it making noises like, “WTF, Rachel?! I’m effin’ dying here,” it may be a sign you should go ahead and cut that check you’ve been sitting on since early December… (like for real, it’s January frikkin’ 14th!)

    On the flip-side, interrupting employment of the apex idiot can cause it to react in negative ways, such as calling Sandy an evil bitch. If you find yourself making complaints to the employer of the apex over and over to get the creature fired, expect a public display of both middle fingers, accompanied by the expressed hope that you become constipated for a month.


    Never argue with an apex idiot

    Especially if you are a Nevada assemblyman, it is never a good idea to engage publicly with an apex idiot. You are an important human, far more so than that lowly peasant. Attempts to make it look bad will always backfire. You may also learn that many standard village idiots follow the apex idiot, as you get swarmed.

    To avoid any negative interactions with this sub-human and its followers, do not speak to it, and avoid eye contact. If you encounter an apex idiot, the only hope for escape is to scream like a little girl, then exit the room immediately. This will confuse and amuse the idiot as it watches you flee, causing it to point and laugh, instead of chasing you. It will likely bring up the incident on Facebook, but just let that happen. Arguing only encourages the idiot to continue delivering epic burns with its toxic, but hilarious responses.

    Enyoy it while you can

    With its current lifespan and reproduction rate, coupled with the ability to spread idiocy to nearby humans, it’s inevitable that the apex idiot will eventually take over the planet. Until then, politicians and local cult pastors are encouraged to enjoy these final days of corruption while it lasts. It’s only a matter of time before the lesser humans take control.

    Good luck and God bless.

  • Exposing LCSO Deputies

    The Cop at Lunch

    Have you ever been sitting in a restaurant, minding your own business, when in walks a Lyon County deputy on his lunch break? You watch him struggling to squeeze into a booth. He barely fits with that belly and kevlar vest filled with cop gear. Once he gets awkwardly settled, you might see him scan the room with a stoic gaze. What’s going on in his head?

    What if I told you I had an inside scoop on Lyon County deputies?


    That Belly

    Too many donuts, right?

    Actually, the truth may be a bit deeper than over consumption or lack of exercise. In fact, the officer you’re watching read the restaurant menu, probably puts in more physical labor than you do on a daily basis. The vest alone, is pretty hot & heavy. So what’s going on?

    Deep inside the brain of this officer, there’s a little part called the Amygdala. Its job is to regulate the fight or flight response, which is crucial for his line of work. In milliseconds, it can activate heart, eyes, hands, and feet to act in response to any threat. It’s what makes us all plant our feet and quickly turn around to face something, such as a sound of a text book unexpectedly hitting the floor of a quiet room.

    As great as it is at keeping the officer alive in intense situations, cortisol comes with a price. Those many dangerous interactions over the years all created their own neural pathways. Unlike the ones created in 9th grade Algebra, the connections were made suddenly, and much stronger than anything learned in a classroom. This is the cause of countless triggers the deputy has to deal with at all times. If he previously served in the military, he has that added mental baggage to go with it. His sympathetic nervous system is hooked to a car battery.

    Considering the numerous cases of traumatic situations this deputy has dealt with over his career (or even earlier that day), it’s nearly impossible to shut off all those neural pathways that have hijacked his nervous system. Without routine self-care, all the experiences can pile up, and he could even become one of the 200 law enforcement officers who take their own lives every year.

    As you see the Deputy finish up his lunch break, you see a random citizen approach his table to thank him for his service and offer to cover the lunch bill. The waitress seemed to give him extra attention. Dude probably gets a regular discount for the badge!

    The officer struggles to wiggle himself and his gear back out of the restaurant booth then makes his way out of the dining room. Just short of the door, you see another random citizen stop him to to give a little speech about how he appreciates his service. You notice the officer’s response seems almost annoyed, as he nods at the stranger and makes his way out the door. Perhaps even all of these repetitive shows of appreciation can be a nuisance too. Considering he could be soon tasked with tackling and cuffing just about anyone at any time, coupled with the fact few people could even fathom what he’s really sacrificed over the years, the superficial praise is probably irritating. The free lunch however, is always appreciated. We all gotta eat!

    As the officer drives off, paranoid NPC’s are driving at or below the speed limit. As NPC’s worry the law man is watching them drive, the officer is more likely talking to dispatch, and glancing at the cases showing up his laptop screen while he gets annoyed at you driving too slowly in the fast lane. He’s in Fernley right now, and he’s got stuff to do in Yerington… GTFO of his way!


    M.O.S.T. of What I Know

    In my short career as a community health worker contracted to Lyon County’s Mobile Outreach Safety Team (MOST), I got to spend some hours in the back of a deputy’s vehicle as we went to meet people in their lowest times. While I certainly didn’t get enough on-the-job experience to make me an expert on anything, I did gain a better understanding of what it’s like for sworn officers.

    In 2024, I participated in Crisis Intervention Training at the Douglas County Sheriff’s Office, where I spent a week in a class filled with assorted levels of sworn officers from multiple counties. From those days of presentations, exercises, and candid conversations that I’d never experience anywhere else, my biggest takeaway was how many burdens and fears they carry. They’ve seen things, and they know that every day at work could be their last. They are the ones who have to face the monsters of society, and something as simple as opening a little Tupperware container with fentanyl dust in it could send them to the grave.

    On top of it all, cops are not allowed to have panic attacks or breakdowns. One moment of weakness could mean the end of a career, and they are tested with every call they answer. As an added bonus, they get d-bags who’ll drive all the way from San Fransisco to be provocative, shoving cameras in their face, hoping to catch a deputy slipping for their YouTube channel.


    What Can We Citizens Do?

    Want to take some burden off those who protect and serve? BE GOOD. Don’t get drunk in public, keep your hands to yourselves, and don’t drive like an idiot. Really we all would appreciate that.

    If you do slip up and get in trouble, even at the point you are being detained, be cooperative. Realize this officer is a human being who is looking forward to a beer and BBQ on his or her day off, just like you. They may not be your friend at that moment, but there is no need to escalate. If you’re going to jail, don’t be a raging A-hole about it.

    Don’t call dispatch every time your neighbor plays his music too loudly in his garage. There are only so many deputies on shift at any given time, and there is a lot of miles between towns. Don’t call them over your pissing match, unless the neighbor dude starts waving a chainsaw around. In fact, I’d call as soon as you see him pull the starter rope.

    Read Sheriff Pope’s weekly messages. He has been doing a great job of keeping the public informed through social media the whole time he’s been in office. Nobody likes everyone, so I’m sure someone would disagree, but he’s done an outstanding job all around from my perspective.


    For Real Though, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!

    “I could never do what you do.” Officers, I’m sure you hear this a lot, so go ahead and roll your eyes as I say it. The C.I.T. classes gave me a glimpse of what you deal with, along with what you carry while off-duty. I admire those who hold it together, and I understand for those who couldn’t.

    Take care of yourselves. Thank you for taking care of us.

  • The Never Beginning Story

    Just as I was about to start banging out this blog entry, I got a message from Larry & Carol about a missing 18-year-old from an encampment on the other side of town, who was wandering out in the…

    Sorry! As I was writing that, I got another call from Terry, who said some lanky teenager just jumped out in front of her son’s side-by-side while out on the trails. Worried about him, they contacted the sheriff.

    Alright, I gave Terry’s intel to Larry and Carol, and that should be that. Time to get back to…

    Oh, sorry again… Facetime call from Larry and Carol. Going back over that stuff with them, we’re on the same page. Great! Now to finally…

    HOLD ON… Just got a message from my wife at Winco about what’s for dinner. This actually required me to leave the desk and confirm whether or not, we have pepperoni. We did not. She’ll need to grab some more for us to make tortilla pizzas.

    OK… SITTING DOWN TO WRITE THIS DAMN STORY!!

    “Ding” goes the messenger. This time, it’s Greg asking about those free golf cart tires he hit me up to grab from the golf course. A couple hours ago, he was asking for this while I was getting ready to do a Zoom meeting with folks I’m about to be doing a radio show with. Since they were closer to the golf course, I had asked Larry and Carol to grab those, just before the missing teen incident occurred.

    OK, cops, Larry and Carol are on the hunt for the teen. Greg’s tires are secured.

    Let’s see… what was I going to write about? I know it was something about struggling. I was probably going to mention how I’ve been waiting for that final paycheck from the newspaper since before Christmas.

    I was definitely gonna bring up how my daughter just stood up to grown men at the local Subway restaurant, where she quit her job after realizing they never filled out any tax papers on her, after paying her cash for all the months she’s worked there. I might have even brought up the health concerns of the locked up and abandoned men’s room in there, which I bet will add some unpleasant aroma to the sandwich shop. Yeah… don’t eat there, Dayton. New owners are NASTY.

    Surely, I would have written about the feelings of panic arising from my currently zero income, and how we pulled from the mortgage to pay the gas bill. That’s on my brain pretty hard.

    I’m just not feeling it anymore. That creative spark will soon be used to light up a bowl of some free bud from a friendly neighbor. I’ll toss on the headphones, probably listen to some angry Gen X music, then go wash some dishes so we can get to the sink again. It fills up in a small house with 6 Wooleys.

    Happy Monday! LOL