At Christmas

[I originally wrote this in December of 2007 after one of our deputies had been shot and killed at Christmas time. On the day when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, I reprint the story now as it’s a stark reminder of how and why we should give thanks for our lives and count our true blessings. May you enjoy your Christmas and please remember: there are many who toil for us all, day and night, so that we may enjoy this day and be freeBZ]



I just came in from lowering our flag to half-staff. Outside it is dark, cold, a light mist. Mirroring the faces of my fellow officers.

At Christmas.

A newlywed wife lost her husband Wednesday of this week, as he bled out on the street, having been shot in the neck.

At Christmas.

My department has had four deputies killed in two years.

Deputies Joe Kievernagel and Kevin Blount died on July 13th of 2005 in a helicopter crash near Lake Natoma. Pilot Kievernagel, having lost power, managed to maneuver the helo away from the heavily populated recreational area just beneath him at the time, which took him into the side of a hill in full view of hundreds of summer swimmers and boaters.

On October 27th of 2006, Deputy Jeff Mitchell was disarmed and shot to death by a suspect following a traffic stop. The suspect is still at large and unknown. Following his killing, my department began furiously installing in-dash camcorders in vehicles. Deputy Mitchell’s car was not so equipped.

And this week, just yesterday, my department lost an undercover narcotics detective. At 37 years old, Vu Nguyen gave up his life for the job he loved. His wife weeps. His family grieves, my department and the community feel the loss.

At Christmas.

Engine 56 and Medic 12 of the Sacramento Fire Department wanted to be anywhere but where they were that day.

Being the first to respond, and hearing that a deputy sheriff had been shot, they threw protocol away. They refused to stage and wait for a suspect to be declared “in custody.” They decided, on their own, they were going into the hot area, a completely unknown area, and they were going to apply state-of-the-art lifesaving techniques to that deputy. A man they didn’t know at all. They didn’t know his ethnicity, his assignment, his religion, his height, his weight. It didn’t matter. He was an American and a law enforcement officer and a fellow emergency responder. That is, literally, all they knew. And that they, like he, had valued and loved wives and children at home. And still they went because, frankly, they didn’t care. That was their job. That’s what they signed up for.

At Christmas.

And what they found was a deputy on top of a chicken coop, shot directly through the front of the neck. The second they placed the leads on him he was in V-fib. And they knew immediately about that 37-year-old deputy, right there. The 37-year-old deputy, Vu Nguyen, who had just gotten married in April of this year. A brand new wife. Who expected her husband back, that day, at the end of his shift.

At Christmas.

Three firefighters climbed into the back of the box rig and headed for the trauma center, performing heroic lifesaving measures. Giving their best. Knowing the truth. Awash in his blood. Vu Nguyen officially died at the hospital in surgery.

And Mrs. Nguyen had to be found, to be notified. Of the death of her husband. By violent gunfire.

At Christmas.

The area became flooded with cops. SSD, SPD, CHP, other local agencies, 100 to 150 officers. Three helos, two SWAT teams, multiple K9 units. Schools were locked down. Anyone callous enough or violent enough or indifferent enough as this killer was certainly capable of finding a child and taking a hostage, or worse.

Finally, many, many hours later the perimeter was taken down. No suspect was in custody.

No one stopped. No one gave up. No one went home. Leads were developed. Evidence documented and collected. Photographs taken. The investigation started. There was a job to do and no one complained or stopped for food or drink. There was only one thought in mind: find the suspect. Take him into custody. Now.

But make no mistake. There were many phone calls made on cells. To loved ones. “That wasn’t me, honey,” was what the bulk of the calls said. Perhaps a little guiltily. But truthfully. Because their wives deserved to know. Now.

People didn’t stop. No one went home, no one slept. More leads were developed. And now, today, there is a suspect in custody.

It is a 16-year-old suspect. A known Asian gangbanger. 5’4″ tall, 130 pounds. Who made his bones and will be spoken of, with reverence, in his own cloistered and demented groups. He made his bones, acquired his respect. Respect that will follow him, in the gangs, in the jails, in the prisons, wherever he goes now. Until he dies. Forever.

In the meantime, we’ll continue with the investigation, collect more evidence, document, process and do what we are tasked with and what we have sworn to do: our jobs.

We’ll don our hats, wear our gloves, a black band over our badges, attend the funeral, watch the motors in the procession. One of our own has fallen.

And then we’ll go back to our jobs, every day. And love our wives, our husbands, hold our kids. Shed tears. Probably clutch and hug our dear ones even harder, closer.

Because life is so precious.

Not just at Christmas.

But all the time.



Trump is weaponizing “Merry Christmas”

Now it’s time to simply laugh our collective arses off at Leftists. With each passing day they prove more ludicrous and dispensable.

We know that Christmas is under assault. Christian values are under assault. We know that “being a good person” is under assault. Consideration is under assault. Rudeness is becoming the norm predominantly because so many people are self-centered and narcissistic — as exemplified by none other than Barack Hussein Obama.

Now, Leftists are simply being risible.

From (you know, that fine, credible source of Leftist news):

Donald Trump Is Trying to Take Ownership of the Phrase Merry Christmas

by Ben Mathis-Lilley

So now the phrase Merry Christmas, thanks to the long-running far-right “War on Christmas” conspiracy theory—which was invented by the white-nationalist John Birch Society in 1959—has been officially weaponized into the partisan slogan of a president elected on a wave of hateful rhetoric about, among others, refugees.

Truly, it’s what a Middle Eastern Jew who was born in a barn because no one else would take his parents in would have wanted.

Right. The intimation here is that Donald Trump is too Christian, too religious (as he, in one photo, is surrounded by six Christmas trees) and, simultaneously a racist — as goes the reference to John Birch. It’s all, you see, a Christmas “conspiracy theory.”

The sad thing for Leftists is that I have a memory, I have experienced the US for 60+ years, I have internet access and I know Christmas has been denigrated to the point where it’s nothing like it was in the 50s, 60s or even the 70s. Every seasonal commercial at Christmas had specific references to Christmas. Now? It’s just the “holidays.” The increasingly-Leftist culture has systematically pushed the word Christmas to the point where to hear it is to be the exception and not the rule. says there is no evidence whatsoever of any sort of “attack on Christmas,” that it’s simply some convenient “conspiracy theory” by conservatives. Here, then, are just a smattering of specific references with attributions:

Those citations are just from my blog.

As a refresher, because this is where the Left gets their foundational declaration that Donald Trump is racist, let’s review what he originally said about Mexico and the border. Here is the precise quote.

When do we beat Mexico at the border? They’re laughing at us, at our stupidity. And now they are beating us economically. They are not our friend, believe me. But they’re killing us economically.

The U.S. has become a dumping ground for everybody else’s problems.

Thank you. It’s true, and these are the best and the finest. When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. They’re not sending you. They’re not sending you. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.

But I speak to border guards and they tell us what we’re getting. And it only makes common sense. It only makes common sense. They’re sending us not the right people.

It’s coming from more than Mexico. It’s coming from all over South and Latin America, and it’s coming probably— probably— from the Middle East. But we don’t know. Because we have no protection and we have no competence, we don’t know what’s happening. And it’s got to stop and it’s got to stop fast.

Donald Trump did not say that all Mexicans are rapists and criminals as has been stated again and again by the American Media Maggots. Yet massive evidence does exist of illegal Mexicans and others as criminals and rapists, not to mention the fiscal drain that illegals are on state and federal budgets.

The latest statistics provided by the Fake News Outlet CNN in 2015 — and I will go with these to be gracious — indicate there are 11.2 million illegals in the US. 177,960 of those were deported. 121 illegals were released from immigration custody who were charged with murder between 2010 and 2014. 73,665 illegals are in state and federal prisons.

CNN and Leftists would have you believe — using their own statistics — that 121 lawful American citizens killed by illegals is inconsequential.

I submit: it’s the very number of persons we could have done much more to stop. I’d wager the family of Katie Steinle would agree, as their daughter’s killer had been deported on five prior occasions. Further, the US spent $1.87 BILLION dollars in 2014 to incarcerate illegal immigrant criminals. Illegal immigrant incarceration rates are greatly under-represented.

The discrepancy seems to be this: Donald Trump appears to support America. He also seems to support the application of border law.

So: Donald Trump “weaponizing” Christmas?

Leftists continuing to prove: M O R O N S.