Here Comes Da Judge

Franklin , Tennessee - Ajax here to tell you a little bed time story : Once upon a time , there was a judge. He was the biggest , the baddest , the baldest and the onliest "Judge" of his kind in that town. No one had the nerve to speak up to him , regardless of how wrong the situation was or the lies being told.
This judge had more of everything than anything else. He had gun collections , stamp collections , doll collections , toy collections , he even had porno collections. I mean to tell you , this guy even had land collections and even house collections. The owners couldn't pay and the judge always had extra money lying around , so what more can I say ? Anyway , anything he wanted was granted. And if it was illegal , that was fine with him because the law would always look away. Everywhere he went , the town's people immediately bowed their heads to him , prostating themselves to him with all kinds of greetings and respects.
Check this out - he went to every major Civil War battlefield to hunt for relics , to add to his library. No one said " No" to him. Not even the battlefield rangers. This guy cataloged his stuff and added it to his Civil War library. His library was impressive. Books and books of 100 year old books and yes , even more and more of everything that a library should have. And that's just ONE of his libraries. Amazing !
Guns ? This guy had a palm gun collection that no one could rival. He also had a pepper box collection , with a 22 round , one of a kind specimen , being his favorite.
Every so often , he would donate money (a pittance really) to the police department and the newspaper would use up their entire front page for oversize pictures and telling of his generosity to the city. Meanwhile , on his desk , was a fancy wooden box , filled with 100 dollar bills , he used for lighting his cigars. He would arrogantly lite these cigars in front of people asking him for contributions and donations to good causes and he always declined their asking , explaining how strapped he was. Meanwhile , there was no mercy in his court room. He did not care one way or the other. His mentality was , you are in "MY" courtroom and that fact alone says you are guilty. After all , it was just him and him alone , what are you gonna do ? The police always kept him busy with business and they were always seeing things his way. Meanwhile time moved on and it would be time again to give to his favorite police department and time once again for the newspaper to get busy writing.
Finally , his time on earth was up and it was his turn to pass away into history. The newspaper gave him a small paragraph telling of his death while most of the town somehow overlooked his funeral. I guess everyone remembered how he was. Soon , most everything he had , somehow disappeared a little bit here and a bit more there. When something was missing , the police would be called in to investigate. Not once , were they able to find the missing item(s) or even the person who took it.

You see , the real reason this judge made a public spectacle of giving the police money , was because he was actually paying them off , so ass they would not steal from him. He alone , knew more than anyone else in town , that the police were the biggest bunch of thieves and liars anywhere around. That's why the newspaper would write what they did on their front pages , so everyone would know , he had paid them for protection. Most folks did not understand this , because they did not have anything the police wanted and so the police did'nt have a reason to steal from them. So , how could the people have known unless they were told ? And they still did'nt get it.
Now do you see why the wealthy around here give to the FOP ? Regularly ? The wealthy are constantly concerned about someone stealing something of theirs and they do know what the police are capable of doing. Get it ?

I'll give you one guess what town this is. And I'll bet you will be surprised at the answer. I'll give you a clue and it's not Franklin.