If you don’t read Mark Steyn on a regular basis, you are missing one of the wittiest writers around. Steyn’s latest gem discusses the bizarre contradictions in John Kerry’s biography:

[W]ith Kerry [...] the official narrative makes no sense. He’s publicly opposed to the Vietnam War. But he volunteers for it. Then he comes back disgusted with his experience in war, publicly hurls his medals away (or someone else’s: that story keeps changing), denounces his fellow veterans as war criminals, torturers and rapists, and claims that he personally committed atrocities.

But then he decides to run for president and suddenly Jane Fonda morphs into John Wayne and all those war criminals are war heroes he wants at every rally and he’s got his medals back and his disgust at his wartime experience has mysteriously turned into pride in his wartime experience to the exclusion of all else.

Of course, as an unsophisticated conservative, maybe I just can’t comprehend the nuance of John Kerry. After all, I was unaware that the definition of nuance recently morphed into all over the map, which is precisely where John Kerry is—assuming the map isn’t one of Cambodia.

Kerry should be grateful that he was born when he was. In times past, people were institutionalized for demonstrating that much nuance.