Wendy Willoughby’s Woke Wreck: Nevada Union’s Failing Scores and Misguided Woke Mission

Greetings, Sierra Thread comrades. It is your old pal Rusty Dankbud, rolling back with a fresh stash of truth bombs and a lungful of something dank. Today, we are casting a bleary, bloodshot eye on Wendy Willoughby, trustee of the Nevada Union school board, who is steering the local high school like a burnout trying to navigate a headshop during a power outage. The state test scores are in, and Nevada Union is tanking worse than my cousin’s attempt at growing chronic in his mama’s crawlspace. The children, those impressionable souls, are caught in the haze of Willoughby’s woke jihad, and I am here to call it as I see it: deplorable leadership is leaving these kids stoned on confusion, choking on the fumes of terrible decisions.

Examine the data, friends. Nevada Union’s test scores are an absolute travesty—mathematics and English so pitiful one might think the students are scribbling answers with charred roaches and calculating with hemp seeds. The CAASPP results do not lie: the school fails to meet state standards, flunking with the zeal I once brought to shop class after “borrowing” the teacher’s tools for a midnight toke session. Willoughby’s excuse? She claims the students’ “fear” is to blame, as if they are too terrified to solve equations because the classroom lacks sufficient inclusive vibes. Spare me the hogwash. These poor children are not scared—they are bewildered, lost in a system where the board is more focused on sparking up diversity initiatives than teaching students how to read a paragraph and to add.

Wendy and her woke allies are pushing this diversity, equity, and inclusion crusade like it is the holy grail, but it is just leaving the students dumber than a bag of shake. Leadership? It is more like followership—chasing every trendy buzzword like a stoner chasing a rolling joint down a hill. These trustees are so deep in social justice dogma, puffing on their own ideology, they have forgotten the purpose of schools: to teach children to think, not to feel their way through a Scantron. The real victims are the students, impressionable young minds seeking guidance, trapped in the crossfire of Willoughby’s woke holy war on common sense. Picture a fourteen-year-old struggling with algebra while the board debates whether the textbook reflects enough gender and racial identities. These kids are not failing because they are trembling; they are failing because the adults in charge are too busy toking on their own woke rhetoric to see the classroom collapsing.

Our community sympathizes with these children, truly. They are impressionable, seeking direction from adults, and yearning for skills to navigate life. Instead, they get a school board led by figures like Willoughby, who believe low test scores stem from students quaking in their sneakers. The problem is not fear—it is leadership weaker than a one-hitter at a Dead show. These young souls deserve classrooms where teachers drill multiplication tables, not emotions. They deserve a school board that prioritizes students’ potential over political posturing. The CAASPP numbers are a wake-up call, screaming that the Nevada Union school board is failing its students. Yet, instead of owning it, Willoughby peddles excuses about fear like she is slinging ditch weed at a swap meet. Poor leadership is the root—trustees too caught up in earning woke street cred to notice the children drowning in the school board’s chaos.

Schools should be welcoming, no question. Children need to feel safe to learn. However, when test scores are lower than my motivation after a wake-and-bake, fear is not the issue—it is a symptom of a school board that has lost its way. Willoughby’s jihad has trapped the kids in a fog of bad priorities, and it is time for the board to stop dodging accountability like I dodge sobriety checkpoints. The students are not pawns for ideological points; they are the future, deserving a quality education that equips them for reality, not a purple haze of inclusivity workshops. Wendy Willoughby, lead with reason or step aside. These impressionable kids deserve a shot at learning, not a front-row seat to your woke trainwreck.

Until next time, Sierra Thread. Rusty out. puff puff pass

Rusty Dankbud

Rusty Dankbud reigns over North San Juan Ridge in Nevada County, a scruffy legend born in a hail-battered VW bus. Self-proclaimed “part-mountain lion,” he thrives on pine nuts and grit, tending a “medicinal” herb patch guarded by his rooster, Sir Clucks-a-Lot. Rusty whittles spoons from downed oaks, strums a banjo won in a bar brawl, and outsmarts sheriff drones. Locals dub him the ridge’s unofficial mayor—nobody else dares claim the title. Contact me - rustydankbud at gmail

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