What was Buckley thinking when he turned National Review over to the girlie-boys?
Some who knew him ascribed it to jealousy of the great writers he once had working there. Buckley rarely contributed anything of substance to his own magazine.
They recruited from the ranks of the policy wonks, and those are beltway types, terrified of saying something that might upset their liberal friends. They have systematically run off almost everyone but Victor Davis Hanson, and I’m sure he’s next. There are only a handful left there who are worth reading. Goldberg and Williamson, sometimes; McCarthy, fairly often; Hanson, always; Ponneru, NEVER; Lowry, almost never; Nordlinger, almost never; Lopez, NEVER; and so on.
They politely stand over to the side of History, mumbling “Gosh, I really hope this doesn’t end badly; should somebody say something?”.