Okay, Kathryn,
I did it. I was reading the Corner and kept tripping over your (um?) “frequent” tsk-tsk comments about those who read NRO but aren’t subscribers to NRD. The little guy on my shoulder (right side, naturally) whispered into my ear, “hey, didn’t you used to subscribe to NRODT? But you let it lapse about a decade ago, didn’t you? What’s that all about anyway? I remember us scurrying around the local public library when we were teenagers, reading National Review clandestinely so nobody would think you were a nerd. You loved that magazine. Then you grew up, got a job and subscribed. So, how long have you been on the NRO dole? These people work hard to create great content, and what do you do? That’s right, you panhandle your way through the door into NRO and read and read, never realizing what a bum you are!”
I started feeling guilty. And so tonight I subscribed, downloaded my first issue of NRD (which comes across perfectly in .pdf format) and cleansed my soul… all for $19.95 (quite a bargain!).
Thanks, Kathryn (AKA “NRO Travel Agent for Guilt Trips”).