Yes, it’s quiet over here. It’s quiet so’s I can listen to the rain pattering on my roof, while I plow my way through Mark Steyn’s latest: As a rule I have stopped reading ideological and political books because increasingly they contain 40 interesting pages — which are always well-covered in the reviews and promo tours — and 250 pages of boredom-unto-torpor, but I’m halfway through Steyn, and not bored, yet. I am horrified, depressed, disturbed and a little mind-blown,... Read more