-My apartment is on the second floor of a building, which sits at an intersection controlled by a traffic light. If I can hear your music while your car is stopped at the light or moving through it, you are a fucking kook. Neither I nor the world cares about your tunes. Grow up, tool. It’s not the parking lot of your high school. 

-Israel, and its Prime Minister, need to take a deep breath. Having a hissy fit because the U.S. didn’t veto a U.N. resolution, which condemned Israeli settlements’ construction, is not good for that country’s look. 

-My gym played ‘Sexual Healing’ by Marvin Gaye one morning last week. Nothing fires me up for a pre-6 a.m. workout like Mr. Gaye’s smooth lyrics. Dear SWEAT, it’s a gym, not an orgy.