Attorney Claims Rusk Police Chief Placed on Leave in Retaliation, Questions Fitness-for-Duty Order
’Twas the night before Christmas in Rusk, Texas town, Not a soul was asleep — not even downtown. The stockings were hung by the city hall door, In hopes that some funding would show up… or more.
The Mayor was missing — not home, not around, Some say he lives elsewhere, far out of town. While citizens whispered and raised an eyebrow, “Hard to lead Rusk when you don’t live here now.”
The Police Chief? Well, he was taking a break, On “administrative leave” — for goodness’ sake. His badge on the desk, his chair sitting bare, While rumors floated thick in the Texas night air.
The Fire Chief paced with a sparkle and grin, Dreaming of fire trucks — not one, maybe ten! “One more for the fleet,” he’d happily claim, “And this one right here? I’ll put in my name!”
The City Manager shuffled a stack piled high, Muttering softly, “That audit… oh my.” “Annual, schmanual — I’ll get it done soon!” As the Attorney General loomed like the moon.
Ken Paxton’s voice echoed from somewhere afar, “Where are your numbers? Your books? Your bar?” The spreadsheets all trembled, the folders all sighed, As the deadline crept closer — there was nowhere to hide.
Meanwhile, the school board stared into space, Counting the dollars they don’t have to face. “A few million would help,” one quietly said, “To keep all the lights on and teachers well-fed.”
And the teachers themselves, with coffee in hand, Still dreamed of a bonus — oh wouldn’t that be grand? They graded and graded with holiday cheer, Hoping this Christmas might bring them good cheer.
Then up on the rooftops, a rumbling sound, Not reindeer — but taxpayers circling ‘round. They weren’t in a sleigh, no hooves on the slate, Just wallets held tight and a look that said “Wait.”
“We pay all the bills, we fund every dream, We’re Santa this year — or so it would seem.” They laughed as they passed out accountability, And wished for some honesty… maybe stability.
So here’s to dear Rusk on this Christmas Eve night, May audits be finished and budgets be right. May leaders show up, may promises stick, And may next year’s chaos be handled… real quick.
