The Week: Trump’s Epstein Files Flip-Flop

• Nothing says bringing back the America of earlier generations like a sex scandal involving a Kennedy.

• This week, National Review turned 70—a venerable age for a magazine, as for a man. In the lead editorial of our first issue in 1955, our founder, William F. Buckley Jr., wrote that we meant to stand athwart history, yelling Stop! History never stops, of course. The churn of the world ever breeds external civilizational dangers. Since Day One, we have opposed hostile foreign powers and the ideas and idea-mongers that made resisting them seem pointless. Our work has not been all negative, however. Life, especially in our dear country, is filled with beauty and good work and is always open to grace. We prize great art, sober statesmanship, and human flourishing. We began in a mediascape dominated by broadsheet newspapers, weekly magazines, and two television networks. Now everything from porn to Plato is in everyone’s pants pocket. Through it all we have labored to assemble the best words—clear, amusing, stirring whenever we can. We remember the great writers who passed through these pages and have passed away; we delight in presenting the next young tunesmiths to come along. At 70 we give thanks—to our colleagues over the years; to our supporters and readers; to the United States of America; and to the God of victories, and of mercy.

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• Nothing says bringing back the America of earlier generations like a sex scandal involving a Kennedy.

• This week, National Review turned 70—a venerable age for a magazine, as for a man. In the lead editorial of our first issue in 1955, our founder, William F. Buckley Jr., wrote that we meant to stand athwart history, yelling Stop! History never stops, of course. The churn of the world ever breeds external civilizational dangers. Since Day One, we have opposed hostile foreign powers and the ideas and idea-mongers that made resisting them seem pointless. Our work has not been all negative, however. Life, especially in our dear country, is filled with beauty and good work and is always open to grace. We prize great art, sober statesmanship, and human flourishing. We began in a mediascape dominated by broadsheet newspapers, weekly magazines, and two television networks. Now everything from porn to Plato is in everyone’s pants pocket. Through it all we have labored to assemble the best words—clear, amusing, stirring whenever we can. We remember the great writers who passed through these pages and have passed away; we delight in presenting the next young tunesmiths to come along. At 70 we give thanks—to our colleagues over the years; to our supporters and readers; to the United States of America; and to the God of victories, and of mercy.