Mark Steyn has returned! Truth be told I had already heard the news from a peasant boy who was playing on the outskirts of town. The child saw Mark riding up on his golden horse. “He’s come back!” the child shouted throughout the town square, as the womenfolk made ready to throw flower petals to soften the golden steed’s path. The burgermeister declared, “Break out the mead and fine ale. Slaughter some lambs! For tonight, we feast!”