That's it, Jim. National Review is dead to me. First, the village atheism of the once interesting Derbyshire and now this.
You finished it. Thank God there's a heaven and WFB is in it. Who would have believed Chris Buckley would turn all Ron Reagan, Jr.?
Okay, I'm emoting a little irrationally, but darn, this is sad, maddening stuff. I'm sure the good folks on the NR ship are mystified.