The Village Idiot is the last person who should be telling Ian Maxwell to get serious.

It’s not often that our sports media lurches so far into self-parody that you feel compelled to do nothing more than let them continue looking stupid. However, their latest antics have been so over-the-top they demand a response.

Everyone is aware of The Village Idiot’s freak-out last week, but yesterday’s meltdown was, if anything, even more absurd because it was so utterly unhinged.

Most people, no matter how outraged or angry they were over last week’s decision, have moved on.

Even the manager of the club using it as a deflection tactic seems to have let it go—although he did claim the pain will stay with him until his dying day.

At least now he might stop whining about it for the remainder of the campaign. Even Tom English, who never misses a chance to stamp his feet, has calmed down after the SFA offered an explanation.

But not The Village Idiot. Oh no, that’s not enough for him.

What he apparently wants is for Ian Maxwell to “take it seriously.” He’s even outlined what that should entail: immediate meetings, immediate improvement of standards, and immediate changes to the system. It’s laughable that he thinks these reforms—ignored despite countless refereeing errors under Collum—will suddenly materialize just because his team was on the receiving end for once.

Of course, what The Village Idiot hates most is being laughed at. And he seems to think Maxwell wasn’t treating the situation with the gravity it deserves because he dared to laugh. But I don’t think Maxwell was laughing at the issue itself. No, he was laughing at the ridiculous reactions from certain quarters—including The Village Idiot.

Here’s a tip for him: if you don’t want to be laughed at, stop setting yourself up as the punchline. It doesn’t matter whether you think it was a penalty or not, whether you feel aggrieved or believe the League Cup was unfairly taken from you. The Village Idiot’s shrieking tantrum was pure lunacy. Most of us already have a low opinion of him and his basement-level IQ, but this display was a new nadir. It was the behaviour of a spoiled child, not getting his way, and it invited ridicule.

To avoid that ridicule in the future, all The Village Idiot needs to do is stop acting like a lunatic. But instead of learning this simple lesson, he’s at it again. “This is a serious matter,” he proclaims.

Well, it if’s so serious it doesn’t need a goon like this stamping his feet and making demands. It is this kind of behaviour which undermine any legitimate point he might wish to make.

I’m no fan of Maxwell or any of the so-called governors running the game; none of them is particularly competent or visionary. Maxwell was perhaps a touch flippant, but I suspect he’s simply tired of the whining.

Much of the outrage surrounding this incident feels manufactured, the product of pain and entitlement filtered through blue-tinted glasses. Maxwell likely knows this and doesn’t see the need to take it too seriously.

His comments about clubs complaining but never going to war with the SFA were particularly revealing. That’s a thinly-veiled dig at the one club constantly threatening action but always backing down.

Why would he have anything but contempt for their media toadies, who back them no matter how ludicrous their claims? Tom English remains the prime example of this sycophantic nonsense.

So, while I don’t think Maxwell treated the situation as a joke or openly laughed at the Ibrox club, I do think he met some of the hysteria with a level of condescension and boredom. And rightly so. As a member club, they deserved a semi-serious response to their query. But as for the demands and the media circus around it?

He’s right not to indulge any of that.

Certainly, Maxwell didn’t take The Village Idiot seriously, and why would he? Six days on, after most people have moved on and an explanation—unsatisfactory or not—has been given, The Village Idiot is still obsessing over it. He’s picking at his own scab, torturing himself with the belief that his club is being mistreated.

The truth is, I think most people can tolerate The Village Idiot up to a point. He can be funny in his lack of seriousness and inability to remain unbiased, and I’ve had my fair share of laughs this week at his screeching about injustice.

But he’s now veering into the territory of self-parody and sounding more and more like a bitter bore drowning in his own tears. Someone, somewhere, should do him a favour by pulling the plug on his public ramblings for a while.

Let him calm down, reset, and, most importantly, get over it.

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