Andrew Sullivan is having some fun making sport of National Review’s tacky predilection for annual cruises. I don’t blame him. Honestly. Perhaps while the blessed WFB was still alive and up for this sort of thing, given his affection for all things nautical, maybe it made sense.

But really. If it’s time for conservative journals to dig in and reach out to expand and engage more people with conservative ideas, may I suggest NR take a page from science fiction fandom and start holding annual conventions at a sporting hotel in a different US city every year? Not a bad way to broaden your appeal.