At some point in the wee hours of the morning, somebody wrecked my car's driver-side window and stole the after-market stereo from the dash.

I'm suppressing the urge to wish upon the thief a broad range of bowel disorders and chronic genital infections. It wouldn't do any good, and I need to save my energy for politicians.

Still, on occasions such as these it's impossible not to toy with a certain urge for law and order.