Dear Diary: I was munching away happily at a generous bowl of Honeynut Cheerios this morning, when the unmistakeable strains of Hava Nagila burst forth from my iPresidentophone. I had been expecting an irate call from Bibi Netanyahu ever since one of my aides was quoted as calling him "chickenshit." Bibi does not allow such things to pass unremarked upon. I held the phone a couple feet from my ear and waited for the torrent of abuse to subside before attempting any conversation. Hebrew is a very expressive medium for
cursing. I'm told that it exceeds even Afrikaans for this purpose. But enough about me.