The End of Conservative Magazines
A few years back, from the safe perch of the Bushido in the waters of the Ionian Sea, Taki goaded me--suffering from an almost lethal hangover-- to gloat over the Weekly Standard's collapse. They were rescued for a time, but finally an entirely pointless exercise in ignorance and duplicity is coming to an end.
National Review doesn't actually need to quite printing since no one of any intelligence or discernment has picked it up for 20 years. The American Spectator was, at best, a college rag that poked fun in the right directions until its editor--a stage Irishman--was afflicted with the delusion that his staff could do investigative reporting. It has been decades since friend or foe drew my attention to anything the publish. A great deal of smoke was generated by the firing of John Derbyshire. It was a dastardly betrayal of a decent man who had made the mistake of trusting such people, and, while the man had a decent prose style, he was, to put it mildly, no Joe Sobran, much less a Sam Francis.
Then is there anything remotely conservative making its mark in the world of print? The question is absurd. "Nothing gold can stay," was Frost's rueful judgment, and whatever good might have been expected of conservative institutions and publications that have survived has been destroyed by the pettiness and corruption of people who own and operate conservative institutions.
There are no exceptions.