A specter is haunting National Review. The magazine that once sold T-shirts with Eric Voegelin’s picture admonishing us “Don’t let them immanentize the eschaton” has gone and immanentized it, married it, and stuck it on their masthead as their claim to the conservative movement. As an indispensable ingredient of their ideological enterprise, the purge of all wrong-thinking vermin is under way. That haunting specter is the disappearance into the mist of conservative principles they left behind on the bedrock shore of principle. Now they proudly drift without anchor into the gnostic fog. True, they go not silent into that murky … Continue reading The Great Purge That Flopped