Steyn on Iggy

Mark Steyn reviews Michael Ignatieff's True Patriot Love. This isn't the meat of his argument, just the pithiest part:

"It’s tempting to respond, “Oh, bugger off, you ridiculous poseur,” and pass on to something more rewarding, like Paris Hilton’s Twitter feed."

Most of the time Steyn makes me want to throw my magazine across the room. This time he holds my attention for the entire column.

"As to the idea that it’s “a story about us,” no, it’s a story about him: the vandalism he does to the memory of Kaydance and Santana Pauchay, the tasteless opportunism of cashing in on their fate by conscripting a grimly particular episode to the cheap generalities of societal guilt, the horrible glimpse inside the husk of a man once genuinely engaged by Iraq and Bosnia and reduced by ambition to peddling what he knows to be bilge."

The review is called Iggy's morally contemptible words.