Sheriff Judd: Coffee, Cops, and Common Sense

Picture this: Sheriff Grady Judd, sitting on his porch in Polk County at sunrise, sipping black coffee so strong it could dissolve asphalt. He hears the news:

In Chicago, Border Patrol agents are literally being rammed by a car, boxed in like sardines, and begging for backup. Chicago PD gets the call and responds with: “Yeah… nah. We’re on a break. Try screaming louder.”

Judd nearly spits out his coffee. “I’ve never heard of cops refusing to help other cops until this weekend,” he says. Translation: Chicago just unlocked a new level of incompetence—“911: Now With Less Service.”

Down in Florida? One guy resists ICE, and Judd doesn’t send backup—he sends the entire cast of Black Hawk Down. Helicopter, drone, K-9 unit, fifty officers, probably a marching band for intimidation. If the perp sneezes sideways, Judd’s already building him a jail cell with his name on it.

Chicago calls it “progressive policing.” Judd calls it a “slippery slope.” The rest of us call it Lord of the Flies with parking meters.

Here’s the difference:

In Chicago, cops bring excuses.

In Polk County, Judd brings coffee, cuffs, and enough firepower to reenact the Battle of Fallujah.

So next time you wonder where America’s last real lawman is—he’s in Florida, sipping coffee like Clint Eastwood, muttering: “Go ahead, defund my department. Make my day.” 🤠