Fred Phelps claims god hates fags, but the Supreme Court loves a good free speech case. This morning the Court will hear the case of Phelps and his cadre of everybody-hating paste-eaters protesting Maryland marine Matthew Snyder's funeral in 2006, and whether their speech is protected or not.
The case began when Snyder's father, Albert, sued Phelps for displaying placards with Westboro Baptist Church classic slogans like "God Hates Fags," "Semper Fi Fags," and "Thank God for Dead Soldiers" during the marine's funeral. Snyder was initially successful in his crusade against the life-ruining church, and was awarded $5 million for putting up with WBC's shit.
But a Maryland appeals court overturned that ruling, citing the pesky
Constitution that protects free speech. The three-judge panel also
delivered a symbolic slap to Snyder's face by ordering him to fork
over $16,510 for the church's legal bills. Snyder, reasonably scoffed at
the idea of paying these jackals, and decided to take his chances with an appeal to the right-leaning Supreme Court.
The justices now face the
unenviable decision of protecting speech -- as the ALCU and almost all
major media companies filed a friend of the court brief
in support of -- and offering grieving families some protection from
Of course, as with most Phelps scenes, a
circus has sprouted up at the Court with protesters on both sides of the issue. The Washington Post reports
Jacob Phelps, Fred's grandson, got into a verbal slap fight with
college students protesting the WBC. Then, the paper
reports, a George Washington University freshman -- taking the whole
thing very seriously -- disrupted the scene wearing nothing but skin-tight skivvies and carrying a sign reading "Fred Phelps wishes he was hot like me!"
It's good to see civil discourse still has a place in society.
much more amusing Phelps news, esteemed store-centric film director Kevin
a photo from the set of his upcoming horror movie Red State
about some kids that find a psychopath preacher based on Phelps. The photo
doesn't give away much about the film, but it's enough to whet the
appetite of Phelps haters everywhere.