When things get tough, have you ever thought of creating your own country? You know—when playing by your own rules really appeals? Like when money’s involved? But then you get to thinking about it and realize it could actually be quite a bit of work. What if there was an alternative? Maybe you could form a group of like-minded citizens, like the folks in Key West in Florida who consider themselves as citizens of the Conch Republic. They’ve even got their own flag, apparently. Or maybe there already is a group of like-minded citizens…
Such as in Texas. Bit of a history lesson here. Prior to Texas being annexed to United States, it was The Republic of Texas—its own country for a decade, between 1836 and 1846. Today, there are still some hold outs—including Susan Cammack, a single mother, a pleasant person, by all accounts, who considers herself a “Texian”—that is—a citizen of the Republic of Texas, and not the United States. (Wonder if she has a passport?) Never mind that she wasn’t actually alive to be a part of the actual Republic of Texas—she’s still living the dream.
So long as everyone stays out of trouble—no problem. But, when you start serving legal documents from your “sovereign nation” on a judge and lawyer, ordering them to appear before an “international common law court,” people may not take kindly to it, in fact they will probably decide to play by their rules and have you arrested—if they don’t contact the local psychiatric services folks first. And that is precisely what happened to Susan—the legal authorities were brought in.
The back story? Ms. Cammack was the subject of foreclosure proceedings. So she had a Houston-area chiropractor and the Republic’s chief justice, David Kroupa (oh yes—and why not?) issue a writ of mandamus and quo warrant to state District Judge Rex Emerson who was presiding over the case, and a subpoena to the attorney representing a title company, Bill Arnold. They were most seriously unimpressed.
As it turned out, the chiropractor/chief justice of the Republic of Texas was not acting in the best interests of his friend, because in the state of Texas, it is actually illegal to deliver “any document that simulates a summons, complaint, judgment or other court process with the intent to induce payment of a claim … or cause another to submit to the putative authority of the document.”
So, in February, Cammack was arrested during a raid on a Republic meeting in a VFW hall. Ok—wait—just pause to ponder that one: would Texians who are by default not Texans and, therefore, not part of the Union, be drafted for a foreign war? Do the Texians have their own military? But I digress…back to the raid… The raid, in fact, involved authorities representing the local sheriff’s office, FBI and other agencies and they seized computers, phones and other material from about 20 people participating in the meeting. Whoa Nelly!—the powers that be were in “take no prisoners” mode!
As for Kroupa/chief justice/chiropractor? He pled guilty to a misdemeanor and testified against Cammack at a legitimate trial in the State of Texas. Hey, loyalty to the Republic and fellow Texians apparently only goes so far. Cammack was convicted of three misdemeanor charges–for simulating legal process—ouch!—for which she must pay a $500 fine and serve two years probation. Well, that certainly worked out well. Not.
Cammack says she will appeal her conviction: “I believe my good name has been besmirched … my inalienable rights have been trampled on by the system.” Trampled on by the Republic’s system, I would say. She better hire a lawyer who practices state law, as in Texan law, I would say.
And you see, this is why it is so much better to fantasize about running your own country than actually trying to do it. Important to remember at tax time…
It’s akin to being struck by lightning—only this man was struck by a 16 lb pine cone while catching a few zzz’s under a tree in a national park. Needless to say, he was injured, seriously, and is now suing the US government, the National Park Service and the San Francisco Maritime National Historic Park. And no, I am not making this up.
Sean Mace, a US Navy veteran in his 50s, went to the San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park at the Fort Mason Center on October 12, 2014, to find a spot to watch the Blue Angels air show. He found what he thought was a peaceful place to read and rest in the northeast corner of the park under a stand of coniferous Araucaria bidwillii trees, more commonly known as bunya pines or false monkey puzzle trees (first clue), according to the lawsuit.
Mace, having apparently determined there was no imminent danger—more on that in a bit—had a little nap under the bidwillii tree, as one does on a nice day. Little did he know the flora and fauna had other plans.
I know you’re not supposed to sit under coconut palms because falling coconuts could kill you. But pine cones? Well, to be clear, the Bunya pine is not indigenous to the area, the lawsuit notes, and the trees in question are thought to have been planted by park staff years ago. Their seedpods can grow to—are you sitting down?—as much as 16 inches in diameter and 40 pounds in weight. O.M.G. And is if that weren’t bad enough, they are covered in sharp, spiky needles.
So the one that landed on Mace’s head was a mere infant, from the sounds of it. Somebody must have seen what happened because he was rushed to San Francisco General Hospital, according to the court documents, where he underwent surgery to relieve pressure on the brain from internal bleeding. Likely not the afternoon he had planned.
Worse still, Mace required another two brain surgeries as a result of the injury and has also suffered severe and likely irreversible cognitive defects, according to Scott Johnson, the San Francisco attorney representing Mace. “He’s afraid to go outside at this point because he’s afraid something is going to hit him in the head,” Johnson said. “Our priority is to institute change and help this guy out.” According to Johnson, Mace has been so severely affected by the incident and now suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and depression (PTSD).
So what’s to be done about Mother Nature’s apparent wonton disregard for visitors? Signage baby!! Hey—knowledge is power—and if reading a sign helps others avoid this type of injury—bring it on. Oh—wait—the signage should have been in place already.
According to Mace’s lawsuit, when he visited the national park last year, there were no warning signs about falling seed pods. The giant pine cone that clobbered him fell from a non-native tree planted by park authorities, and so park policy stipulates that exotic species that create safety hazards should be removed, and if they’re not removed, fences, netting, or signage should be put in place to warn of the dangers.
“First and foremost, the Park Service needs to do something to make sure this never happens again,” Johnson told SFGate. “This park is full of tourists and schoolchildren. Something needs to change.”
According to a report in the SFGate, these safeguards have been implemented, and the new signs read, “Danger — Giant seed pod falling from tree.” (Grammatically, that could present a problem.) Orange fences have also been erected around the tree grove.
But—yup—there’s a but—the fences and signs may not do the job. According to local street artist, Joe Barlow, who paints near the grove, the cones fall dangerously close to tourists. Barlow said he’s seen the cones fall from branches that hang over the sidewalk outside of the fencing. “And it’s not just the size of them either. They’re big, but they’re really heavy and they have these spikes on the outside like a pineapple,” Barlow told SFGate. So, not something to pick up in your local garden center then.
Moral of the story—if you’re planning on taking a nap under a tree—look up first.
Guess we’ll be finding out. Yep—we finally have a farting employee lawsuit. But what about opera singer Amy Herbst, you say? (A precedent!) Yes, true, she was a farting plaintiff as well—but she didn’t get fired. This guy got fired.
So…is it a lot of hot air about nothing? No actually. At least not from the sound of it. This poor guy lost his job because he couldn’t stop farting, and so he did what any self-respecting person would do—he’s sued is ex-employer. And, in a show of solidarity, so has his wife—they both worked for the same company—a New Jersey pork roll maker. Let’s just skip the obvious puns here.
So the back story on this is, of course, rational. Richard Clem worked as a comptroller at Case Pork Roll Co. Before the random and fairly continuous farting developed, he was obese—having reached as much as 420 pounds. In an effort to remedy this situation he underwent gastric bypass surgery in 2010.
So far, so good? Nope, afraid not. According to his lawsuit, he is suffering from constant flatulence as a side effect of the surgery. Fantastic! According to his wife’s lawsuit, Louann’s husband experiences “extreme gas and uncontrollable diarrhea” that Richard himself said made him have to “sit on a toilet 24 hours a day.” Nice. Thanks for sharing. That’s gotta put a serious kink in any plans you have—and test your relationships.
“I couldn’t go out anywhere, go to the movies, to the market, you name it, without having to look for a bathroom everywhere I went.” You think? It’s bad enough when you get the occasional episode on the bus or in a movie theater but—any place, any time? All the time? I’d be suing the surgeon.
Now—Richard is 70 years old. He admits that his condition puts him under constant stress and mental anguish since he “couldn’t control” his “very embarrassing” issue. “Some people think it’s funny but if you have to live with my condition it’s not very funny at all,” he told The New York Post. Yes—thinking about it for even half a minute gets tediously depressing, never mind living with it.
Anyway—cut to his boss—who at some point had obviously had enough of this. Thomas Dolan, the president of Case, claims that Mr. Clem’s seeming inability to control—in any way—his flatulence and the ensuing aroma—was obviating the scent of pork rolling. OMG. I so don’t want to know anymore…
And nor did Dolan, who filed a five-page complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission that was “full of inaccuracies ” and illegally fired him, Clem said. “He did whatever he could to get rid of me,” Clem states. Ok—not taking sides here—but can you blame the guy? Especially if you’re running a food processing plant. OMG. OMG. OMG…
According to my trusty source, The NY Post, Dolan allegedly told Louann that “This can’t go on. We can’t run an office and have visitors with the odor in the office,” and “We have to do something about Rich,” the lawsuit apparently states.
When Richard attempted to explain to Dolan that his breaking wind was simply a side effect of his surgery, Dolan told him, “Oh I don’t believe that, there’s gotta be something wrong with you,” Richard said. Well, yes, actually, there is something wrong with him—it’s medical and perhaps a medical solution should be sought? More on that in a minute.
So, on February 28, 2014 Richard let out his last fart on Case territory—he was fired. The same day his wife quit Case due to all the negativity directed toward her husband. And they lawyered up.
David M. Koller, the Clem’s attorney, said he is proud of the couple. “I’m proud of my clients for being brave enough to discuss something that is personal and perhaps embarrassing and they are looking forward to the court process and will accept the results of the judicial process,” Koller said.
Richard Clem is looking for the value of three weeks paid vacation and two years’ salary which he believes will total about $250,000. The Clems are suing under the federal Americans with Disabilities Act and the state Law Against Discrimination because of her association with her husband, who was 420 pounds and had an obesity disability, according to the lawsuit.
A post script here—since being fired, Richard Clem claims to have acquired the ability to control his gas, about 90 percent of the time, by taking medications that cause him to become constipated. Oh—that’s good. Let’s hope that doesn’t backfire. Pardon the pun.
It’s all fun and games—or dancing and dessert tables—until someone’s firearm goes off. And BAM! Party over. Well, that’s the backstory of this wedding tale gone litigious.
So now…to over-react or not to over-react, that is the question. It’s also the premise of a lawsuit brought against the venerated Waldorf Astoria Hotel—a brand that infers good taste and behavior—at a minimum. BUT—you knew there was a BUT—one day, in the city of New York, back in the month of June, a man went to a wedding packing his Ruger 9mm, as one does. Problem was, it went off, grazing a fellow wedding guest’s head. The Waldorf management, acting in the best interests of their guests’ safety, shut down the party immediately afterwards. Sounds reasonable, right?
Well, not if you’re Vladimir Gotlibovsky, owner of the Ruger with a mind of its own. He’s being sued by the bride, one Anna Goldshmidt, for, quite believably, ruining her $750,000 “dream wedding.” Well, look on the bright side, it would certainly put your vows into perspective.
So Gotlibovsky, who doesn’t seem to understand why the event was shut down, is suing the hotel, saying they over-reacted to the incident. Really? I wasn’t aware that random misfiring of guns is the usual run of events at society weddings. But hey, haven’t been to one for while.
Gotlibovsky claims the hotel should pony up at least half the sum he is being sued for. He’s claiming the hotel “unilaterally and without justification canceled the reception.” Guess he thought it was time to circle ’round for Hava Nagila. Wonder what he thought would justify shutting it down, bodies on the floor?
Gotlibovsky, owner of a Brooklyn liquor store “was not responsible for the cancellation of the wedding reception,” his lawyer, Christopher Chang, says in the filing. Ok…
“The fact of the matter is after the firearm discharged, the hotel was secure and the reception could have gone forward,” Chang told The New York Post. The firearm discharged—so it’s an animate object…
I don’t know—if this were a plot on Hawaii 5-0 there would have been a SWAT team descending on the hotel, helicopters, ambulances, the entire neighborhood would have been locked down, Steve McGarrett would’ve been on the scene and you’d be hearing “Book’em Danno” in the time it takes you to say “maybe shoulda left the gun at home”. Now that’s likely over-reacting. But closing the reception? Seems pretty SOP to me.
A Waldorf spokesman did not return a request for comment. Silence is golden indeed.
According to Gotlibovsky’s lawyer, the couple’s parents paid for the June wedding, so the newlyweds cannot sue to recover the costs of the party that went wrong, just for emotional damages. (Huh?)
Needless to say, the bride is pissed—make that PISSED. Turns out Gotlibovsky is a relative—and his behavior is known. In her lawsuit, The Post reports, Goldshmidt states that Gotlibovsky was drunk and failed to holster his pistol even though he’d accidentally discharged it in the past. That would certainly liven up the dinner conversation. Better practice your witty repartee in case your table mate is packing. Being dull could prove lethal.
As for the guest who was grazed—Maya Rafailovich? She was taken to an ambulance after her close encounter with the bullet.
Goldshmidt claims in her lawsuit that the incident caused her “severe embarrassment in front of all her friends, relatives and other guests.” At a minimum, I would think.
“Her dream wedding was canceled and can never be recaptured…there will never be a wedding album; [and] what was to be the happiest day of her life turned into a disaster,” the suit states.
According to The Post, David Jaroslawicz, attorney for the bride, noted that Gotlibovsky’s case against the Waldorf “doesn’t talk about the fact that he handed [the gun off to his brother] and it disappeared,” meaning hotel management didn’t know it “was an accident and not a willful shooting.” Ah!
However, he agreed that the event shouldn’t have been called off. “I think they panicked and canceled it,” Jaroslawicz said of the Waldorf. He believes that security could have screened guests as they moved from the lobby reception to the ballroom. So now there needs to be security screenings for weddings? Would that include removing shoes and belts? Where do you draw the line? Maybe there should just be a wee note at the bottom of the wedding invitation—something like “no firearms allowed”. That’s clear enough. Certainly you wouldn’t want anyone bringing a gun to the actual wedding—what if they “object” ?
FYI—Gotlibovsky holds a permit for the gun and has not been criminally prosecuted over the incident.
You just cannot make this stuff up.
Gal pal pooch poaching or not? That’s a question the lawyers will have to duke out—pardon the pun. So, what happens when you suddenly find yourself so busy with acting assignments and television appearances—you know—gotta catch a plane Tuesday, back in three months, gone again the following week—that you may have to find a new home for your beloved pet? Hey—it’s obvious—call your friends. Sorry, email your friends, that’s how it works these days.
According to the email train that’s what Ibukunoluwa Oyerinde did—emailed her friend Ellen Webb asking if she could take little her Maltipoo, Kenzo. Sidenote: According to the NY Daily News, Oyerinde is a Nigerian-born former Miss Africa USA finalist who has appeared on the pages of Elle and Essence magazines–so she’s globetrotting for her bookings. So re: the dog, what did she mean by “take”? Oyerinde claims she meant temporary housing and Webb claims Kenzo was a gift—of sorts. Enter the lawyers and we all know where it goes from here.
Webb’s attorney, Robert Hantman, told The New York Post, “It is obvious that the complaint has no merit and is a transparent attempt to garner publicity.”
However, Oyerinde’s lawyer, Jim Kirk, has, as you would expect, a completely different take on matters, stating, “At no point—and I think Ms. Webb would have to acknowledge this—did my client ever say Kenzo now belongs to you or the dog is now yours.” Kirk said his client tried to settle the matter privately for weeks.
In the suit, the 26-year old actress claims that back in April she asked Webb to watch the dog while she went to the UK to film a TV series.
So far so clear—but then it all goes to hell in a dog carrier…
According to an email exchange on April 24, Oyerinde appeared to give the dog to Webb’s mother and sister. BTW—these emails were provided by Webb to The New York Post.
“Been super crazy on my end,” states a text from Oyerinde to Webb about the dog last June. “I want to keep him but reality is that I will not be able to.”
In another text from Oyerinde to her 31-year old friend, Oyerinde said, “I can’t have a dog now . . . Who should I give him to?” She then asks whether Webb’s mom and sister want Kenzo.“Yea they do,” Webb texted. Well, that seems clear enough, no? “I think that’s what I need to do,” Oyerinde wrote back. Yes that’s pretty clear.
But hold the phone sweet Mary—on June 22, another exchange of messages shows that Webb said she didn’t like how Kenzo looked after returning from a dog boarder. “I just haven’t been able to focus on what’s going on with him,” Oyerinde replied. I’m now lost. Who has the dog?
Maybe Webb, because according to her, she heard nothing from her friend until August 23, when Oyerinde showed up at Webb’s apartment to reclaim Kenzo, which clearly didn’t happen and so a confrontation ensued. Webb refused to give the dog up.
Did either one of them think to pick up the phone? Or is that too old school?
The Police weighed in, telling them they needed to settle the matter in civil court.
According to Webb, these texts prove Oyerinde’s lawsuit has no merit. “I’ve done nothing wrong,” Webb told The Post. “I’ve rescued animals all my life. I thought I adopted him.”
Could they co-parent? It has been known to work. If they put the pooch into counselling now, I’m sure he could lead a productive life and, with time, adjust to his new surroundings.
Ironically, little Kenzo may just be the envy of every dog in every pound and animal shelter in the US right now.