Jack’s comment that NRO readers want items “touched” by Rich, Jay and Klo is a veiled reference to the “incident” in which after a night of revelry I got into the NR “shwag room” and opened thousands of plastic-sealed NR golf jerseys, NR college guides and “Stand-Athwart-History Rotisserie Grills.” When Jack found me bloated, sweaty and unconscious with the imprint of a National Review letter-opener pressed deep into my cheek, he wasn’t amused.