Take a long, deep breath and look out on the bountiful expanse, for we are at the top of this roller-coaster ride we call America. Our apex comes in the form of the Krispy Kreme Sloppy Joe, and though our swift decline will accompany a deep rumble in our bowels, we should have no regrets. This is what we were always meant for.
A protestor ran onto the court at the French Open this morning and the AP photo is pretty amazing.
Dorothy Rabinowitz will not be intimidated by the all-powerful bicycle lobby. She will stand in defiance, even as her beloved city is crushed under the thumb of a psychotic mob of cyclists who feel like they "don't owe you anything."
She drove a Mercedes GL4 SUV and rented a five-bedroom, four-bathroom Mediterranean-style home in Scarsdale for $13,000 a month. She purchased a Friesian trotter horse named Magi, but later sold it because it wasn't good for jumping.
Like most things in Brazil, prostitution is legal.
Newark mayor Cory Booker has formally announced his candidacy for the Senate seat vacated by the recently-deceased Frank Lautenberg. The special election will be this October. Chris Christie avoided the possibility of Booker being on the same ballot as him to the tune of $25 million in taxpayers money.
I’ve rejected Boston.
Sylvie Cachay thought her layabout boyfriend needed to change a few things. She asked him to “Hold me after sex and say sweet things . . . Do not overuse paper towels . . . Show me that I should be with you.” Apparently, the letter did not go over well with Nicholas Brooks, who is now standing trial for her murder.
