Godspeed, Officer Nava

Last night, Ft Worth lost an officer with 13 years experience. Officer Henry Nava was not only a good cop, he was a husband and a father to two small children.

He was shot while serving a "routine" arrest warrant. The whiff of human excrement, the genital puss that has wreaked this havoc on Fort Worth is Stephen Heard. According to the local media, Mr. Heard had been smoking marijuana the day of the shooting, as well as a little methamphetamine, but stated that the drug use didn't amount to anything. Heard admits that he sometimes is a little rebellious, has issues following some rules. He bravely admits that he has even been the lead car in a few high speed police chases, although they were for "Mickey Mouse stuff" and "nothing aggressive". Heard knew that someone was in the house when the police arrived. He was afraid that someone was coming to steal from him the gear that he was using to run his own little idendity theft operation. He was just defending his stuff, protecting his livelihood I suppose. Heard says that he had really just got his system set up, and didn't really even have the chance to start it up when the police arrived. Heard said it was just a simple mistake that led to Officer Nava's death.

Only hours in advance of the passing of Officer Nava, Mr. Heard had the audacity to conduct himself a little jail house press conference. Mr. Heard, it seems, is angry and disappointed as he claims that Officer Nava and the other officers present never announced they were police. Then Heard decided that the police came in guns blazing, and that he didn't start shooting until after a bullet knocked half of his own chin off. Heard finally arrived at the conclusion that the police failed to follow their own entry procedures, which he described as though he were the Training Officer for entry teams. In short, Heard says it was Nava's fault.

Officer Nava took a round above the left eye. Heard took a hostage, and had a three hour stand-off with police. Nava was carried off on a stretcher, leaving a widow and two fatherless children. Heard effectively walked into the Texas criminal justice system. His own mother said that Heard knew it was police in the house, and that if she dared to go to Ft Worth it would be to console Nava's family, not to see her son.

First the public service announcment, then the rant. Russ Martin runs a little radio talk show on a back-water FM station in the Metroplex. My wife, and most other women I know, dislike him with varying levels of intensity. Maybe he is as much of an asshole in real life as he is on the air, but he is the only guy in the area that can be consistently counted on to DO something of substance for fallen cops and firefighters in the area. Please catch the link and make a donation to his foundation. www.russmartin.com There will be additional links on the home page talking about the foundation and where to give.

The Nava children get Dad's funeral for Christmas. Instead of throwing your filthy lucre at the retail whores at the shopping mall this weekend, send some to the Foundation. I get paid Tuesday, I'm making my donation Tuesday. www.russmartin.com Go now, then come back.

Now the rant.

You don't have a constitutionally protected right to have the cops do a standard 2x2 entry into your home when they are serving a warrant on your narcissistic worthless piece of existence. When a man with a gun and a badge tells you to drop your shit and get on the floor, you do it. If you think you are falsely accused, or you have been watching BET or the Grand Dragon all night and believe the man is out to get you, that is the one instance in all of time when it doesn't matter if you are guilty or not. You can pause your game of Grand Theft Auto long enough to let the friednly PO-PO know that you aren't about to deliver a bullet into their temple at high velocity. You immediately stop ALL activity except for anything the cop tells you to do. If they are wrong and you are right, their are legions of lawyers, civil rights groups, and news organizations that will help you scream from the roof tops about how you were wronged by stormtrooper tactics of unruly cops. At that moment in time, when the door explodes inwards, shattering the door frame and wripping hinges out of place, the only right you have is to shut the hell up, peaceably arrange your stupid ass spread eagle or prone, and thank your god that, for now at least, you live in a country where you stupid ass can kill a cop, and his buddies will let you walk out, alive, three hours later. You better also know that there are plenty of us who are f-ing tired of burying cops and having to foot the bill for your room and board and for your lawyers and appeals. We are the same people who tend to vote and to run for elected office.

If you are too lubed up to achieve this kind of judgment because you have had a little marijuana or been tapping the meth, the last thing you better do is pick up that gun. I view cops the same way I view the Marines, because I view your stupid ass the same way I view Al-Queda. I have wives, ex-wives and kids that live here, and I can sleep a little better at night knowing that people who put on uniforms and strap on side-arms for a living are in places i don't want to go, doing things I don't want to do, being around people like you, all so that my kids can live in a fairly safe and stable society. Neither cops nor Marines get paid dick for putting up with skidmarks like you, and sometimes they lose their life as a result. Officer Nava's kids don't have a dad now, and he died protecting (in the collective) my kids, your mother, and every other person you came into contact with.

Officer Nava died protecting my kids, now we as a society will do what we can to protect the children of Officer Nava and the children of his colleagues from you and from other bottom feeders who reside at your end of the gene pool.

Texas traditionally has one of the highest execution rates of any state in the country, and it is for good reason. This is our response to society's failure to give your momma a free clothes hanger or $20 for the local clinic. You did nothing to contribute to society or to improve the lives of the people around you, and you should have been a bloody flush of the toilet 30 years ago. This is our response to society's failure to have the balls to recognize that you were nothing but a soul-less waste of flesh and make you accountable for being so damned useless. I wonder how many times you bitched about immigrants stealing jobs from Americans, justifying your behavior for stealing, running from the cops, killing your three remaining brain cells with illicit pharmacology. This is our response to our failure as a community to protect Officer Nava, his widow, and his children from you and your senseless, destructive presence.

A reporter asked you how you would feel when, inevitably, Officer Nava passed away. You answered, "My life is over." This isn't about you or your pathetic existence, you still don't get that, and this is why a jury of your peers is going to send you meet the executioner. When they slip that needle into your arm, don't you dare cry about how your father didn't love you, or it was a simple mistake, or how Nava didn't give you the courtesy of a standard 2x2 entry. When that needle enters your veins, and you feel the soothing juices of the Grim Reaper entering into your cardio-vascular system, I want you to feel the pain and anguish that you have caused a newly minted single mother. As your heart stops beating, 30 years too late, I want you to try to take with you the loss that Officer Nava's children now have to deal with every day.

One more thing. You tell your buddies that we are coming for them. The days of living off the tit of our labors, after they have killed one of our cops, raped one of our daughters, burned one of our schools, or got drunk and killed a whole family on the interstate is coming to an end. You committed a horrendous crime against society, but perhaps the bigger crime was that your head didn't explode in a fine red mist when you walked out of your hidey-hole and surrendered to police. We are tired of police funerals. We are tired of hiring armies of district attorneys, public defenders, and prison guards to protect our kids from you.

Formerly Living salutes Officer Nava. Godspeed, and thank you for your service.




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