I don't like to psychologize. But from what I can tell, the magazine's new ambivalence is nothing less than what conservatives in the 1950s referred to as "creeping socialism."
Would Buckley even recognize "conservative journalism" today, where pundits rush to broadcast their childish Obama taunts and sloppy P.T. Barnums like Andrew Breitbart encourage a new generation of "journalists" to skirt the law?
My intention was not to suggest anything about Jay Nordlinger's sex life or bathroom habits. I've never even met the guy. My point had nothing to do with his sexuality. My point was that he can't write.
Now that I've perused the National Review's conservative movie choices a few times, I can't help but feel like there are quite a few movies that the magazine neglected to mention.