THE NATIONAL REARVIEW: OBITUARY OF A CUCKSERVATIVE RAG

"How much for a copy of Cuckgasm?"

by Colin Liddell

The National Review—which I will henceforth refer to by the more appropriate monicker of National Rearview—is like a forgotten great aunt whom you assume to be dead until you hear one day that she has broken out of her care home and has been caught wandering around in her nightie attacking postmen.

Yes, the old girl has found a way to remind you she is still alive – just in time for her imminent death. This is more or less how we should view the recent issue of National Rearview attacking Donald Trump. Rather than the "kingmaker" role the magazine is LARPing as, what we have here is an impotent and embarrassing incident at the tail end of its life, because unfortunately we don't shoot old mags like we shoot old nags.

TWO YEARS LATER

John Derbyshire - not as dotty as he seems.

by Gilbert Cavanaugh

Who would have ever guessed that John Derbyshire, a mild mannered Brit with a Chinese wife, and two kids by her, would become the face of white supremacy in the eyes of the left? Well, so it goes, and today marks the two-year anniversary of Mr. Derbyshire’s expulsion from the ranks of National Review, and polite society as a whole. Although it is seductive to commemorate this by providing a list of other thoughtcrime martyrs who have sprung up in the last twenty-four months, I propose something a bit more productive. Let us consider what has improved since “The Derb” so unjustly received his two minutes of hate two years ago, after all, our mothers were right when they told us, “God opens a window every time he shuts a door.”

THE ASYMMETRY OF AMERICA

by Colin Liddell

During Easter Christians like to remember the crucifixion of an innocent man for his words, so it was entirely appropriate that John Derbyshire was sacked at this time from the National Review for innocently writing an article for another magazine that intruded on America's central taboo of race. But there was more to it than that. This case also helps to reveal some of the "uncomfortable truths" (notice how these two words increasingly go together) about America and the decline of the national discourse once represented by the likes of the National Review.

This wasn’t the first time Derbyshire had expressed "politically incorrect" views on race. In the past he has even admitted to being a "tolerant racist," so one has to wonder about the timing of his dismissal. Perhaps it was because his latest article came too close to the canonization of America's latest saint, Saint Trayvon of Sanford, the patron saint of Skittles, or perhaps it was the fact that Derbyshire's face was an increasingly bad fit among the growing ranks of wet-behind-the-ears, multicultural, Israel-loving Neo-Cons who have now 'occupied' the National Review.