If you go back long before the Sowell comments, long before Mark Steyn's very public knock-down-dragout with the homosexual NRO managing editor a few weeks ago, even long before Derb was fired for what NRO deemed were some "racially insensitive" [but IMHO true] remarks, NRO's comment sections have been savagely troll-bombed by Leftists for a long time now.
A lot of us who comment there have been complaining how the comments section looks a lot more like one for The Nation than one for NRO for a very long time, and asking when the site was going to bring the obvious agents provocateur to heel.
I don't know if the change is really about the Tea Party, or finally a response to Enemy Posters. [Which JRob would throw summarily out of here with a nice juicy Zot at the first sign of the kind of raving leftwing lunacy I've been seeing in the comments at NRO.]
I give Thomas Sowell a pass; he's not often wrong, but occasionally even Homer nods. Mona Charen? Meh. Who cares? But I do agree with you about the overall drift of the publication, which has now become quite alarming.
Has National Review finally succumbed to O'Sullivan's Law? We shall see...
“But I do agree with you about the overall drift of the publication, which has now become quite alarming.”
Me three!
In these trying days of seeming disintegration, patriots need to keep firmly in mind that in 1776 only ~25% of our fledgling nation were vocal supporters of the cause of Liberty.
Of the rest, ~25% were active collaborators in support of the King and his 'royal' hubris, while the remaining 50% were merely fence-sitters, hoping for a 'safe' indication of wind direction,
while being fully prepared, in their milquetoast souls, to remain subjects of an increasingly dictatorial regime should it seem to have the unbeatable hand.
The problem with fence-sitting, both instantly and historically, is that while one's carcass may in fact 'survive' the conflict, it's most often at the cost of the castration of one's integrity.
Yet 'life' as a eunuch seems to be what many of the right's squishy middle are choosing, to the eternal shame of any honor they may have once possessed.
On the eve of Trenton, Washington's command had been reduced to a mere 1,500 tattered and exhausted men, leaving bloody frostbitten footprints in the snow.
And yet, from the momentum change wrought by George's plan and his mens' courage, our nascent Republic had a fighting chance.
Appeasement of today's evil bøstards will win the collaborators nothing but chains and dishonor.
For our Founders' legacy to survive, only unyielding defiance and resolve will suffice.
This is our Trenton moment.
Free men don't kneel.