Divine Steyn: a review of Lights Out by Scaramouche

Divine Steyn: Around the same time that Mark Steyn was tapped as one of the Dramatis Personae in Canada’s long-running Theatre of the Absurd (a boffo hit that never closes), and was enduring the slings and arrows of outraged Islamists at a show trial in B.C., my well-meaning mother-in-law bought my son a T-shirt. Black, with a barely discernable grey maple leaf in the background, it had a message written in cursive white lettering:

I’m not perfect, but I’m Canadian and that’s close enough.