Take a hike, losers; after swatting your dull blades from our backs, we don’t need you, we don’t want you, and you’re only in our way.
So-called Movement Conservatism is a zombie movement, shuffling along until someone has the decency to put it out of its misery. That does not mean the army of people who have made a living peddling it over the last few decades are going to retire. They are looking for some way to weasel their way into the new thing. They look over at the cool kids raising hell on-line, building their own thing and the old guys of Conservative Inc are naturally jealous and want to be a part of it.
This is not an easy task. Buckley Conservatism was revealed to be nothing more than the candy coating to the Progressive nut inside the prevailing orthodoxy, when they went all in on the NeverTrump nonsense. It’s not that the cool kids will not forgive them. It is that there is no point to it. These are yesterday men with nothing to offer. National Review is one of those abandoned houses in Detroit. It’s only purpose is as a reminder of past mistakes. Otherwise, it can be plowed under and not one will care.
The current relationship of this new thing on the Right to the old conservative movement is a lot like what David Horowitz described as the relationship between the New Left and the old reds from the previous generation. When the New Left got going in the 60’s and people noticed it, suddenly every old commie in the country was trying to get in on the act. They were rejected not because they were old, but because they had nothing to offer.
Now that’s just not true, and completely unfair. National Review has at least, oh, a couple dozen or so subscribers; a dysfunctional, pain in the ass website; and a fistful of mildewed dead-tree pages enthusiastically endorsing Severe Conservative Mitt Romney for president left to bring to the table.
Update! Now here’s an idea: Manhattan commercial rents being what they are, maybe NR could look into sharing office space with their dear colleagues at the NYT in their, uhh, streamlined new digs. I understand there’s lots and lots of room available.
Oh, excuse me, is that a grave I’m dancing on? Sorry ’bout that, I had no idea. Heh.