Derp Roundup: Your Weekend Wade Through The Wasteland
Greetings, worthly wokette skum, and welcome to another edition of Derp Roundup, our weekly barf bag of bits and bytes that were too stoopid to ignore altogether, but not quite enough to do a full post on. This week, we'll start off with an update on an update to a story from 2011: John Pike, the infamous "pepper spray cop" who treated protesters at Occupy UC Davis to a casual serving of capsaicin-tinged brutality, has reached a settlement with the university in his workers' comp claim. Pike will receive a total of $38,056 in compensation for depression and anxiety he experienced after getting death threats related to his actions. Just to add a little extra dollop of derp to the story, it turns out that Pike, who was at least fired, is receiving a larger settlement than any of the people he pepper sprayed:
In January, UCD agreed to pay $1 million to settle a federal suit. Twenty-one plaintiffs who were sprayed or arrested were to receive $30,000 each. Another 15 who also had claims approved were to be paid $6,666 apiece.
So there you go: Justice is blind, probably because of the chemical irritants sprayed in its face.
Adam Joseph Bartsch, 28, was on duty during the alleged incident, which took place on a Tampa-bound Southwest flight from Nashville. The flight was delayed for about an hour as Bartsch was escorted from the plane and turned over to Nashville police.
Bartsch was removed from duty and the TSA is "in the process of suspending or terminating his employment." If only his first name were Paul, he'd at least have a shot at being a mall cop. But how are we supposed to protect America from underwear bombers if our brave federal marshals can't do undercover inspections of suspicious groinal areas?
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“Thank you for your service, it was excellent. That being said, we cannot in good conscience tip you, for your homosexual lifestyle is an affront to GOD. Queers do not share in the wealth of GOD, and you will not share in ours. We hope you will see the tip your fag choices made you lose out on, and plan accordingly. It is never too late for GOD’S love, but none shall be spared for fags. May GOD have mercy on you.”
We have no idea why the couple decided the server was gay. Their brilliant justification for stiffing a working person is not exactly new -- we got more than one of these "tips" back in our college days, so these folks were simply taking holy cheapskatery one step further. The restaurant management has emphasized that it supports the waiter and that they "embrace diversity and believe in treating everyone with respect." One upside: since the news first broke, a lot of Carrabba's patrons, including at least one retired pastor, have asked to be seated in the unidentified waiter's section.
Shiffner "began rambling on about how Obama is right." Shiffner then allegedly stated, "Obama said cops always listen to women."
HuffPo dutifully adds that Barack Obama does not appear to have ever said this. The deputy's report says that Shiffner smelled strongly of alcohol, but he denied that he'd been drinking. The report did not indicate whether he'd been watching Fox News.
Also, do we really need to say more than just "Florida man" anymore?
Each SpongeBob wears a military uniform, with one wearing an Army uniform for Kimberly Walker and another in a Navy uniform for her twin sister, Kara, who is serving as an IT specialist.
They are each 6 feet tall and 4 feet wide, and each headstone also stands on an 8-inch base, bringing the full height to 6 feet 8 inches.
Spring Grove's management told the family that the markers, which cost over $13,000 each, did not meet the historic cemetery's guidelines, which is the sort of thing you'd think they'd have figured out when the Walkers first mentioned "6-foot-tall Granite SpongeBobs," instead of the day after their installation. The management has offered to replace the SpongeBobs with another marker that conforms with guidelines at no cost.
Yr. Wonkette doesn't really have an opinion on this, other than not being able to wrap our head around the idea of Kara, the surviving twin, going through her life knowing that there's a giant granite character from a 1999 cartoon show waiting for her at the end of the line. We understand fandom, but we don't want any of our entertainment enthusiasms to go with us into that good night. Then again, the last wish of this Cleveland Browns fan has a certain poetry to it: "He respectfully requests six Cleveland Browns pall bearers so the Browns can let him down one last time."
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