| Dear Friend, Whenever I do what I am about to do I can't help but be reminded of the Bugs Bunny cartoon, playing off Humphrey Bogart's stuck-in-Mexico character from The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (best known for the "stinkin' badges" scene), who hit up Yanqui targets by asking "Say pardon me, but could you help out a fellow American whose down on his luck."  I'm not down on my luck, nor is National Review. But I am asking for help, fellow America. You too, Canadian. Between now and New Year's Eve, I'm trying to raise $150,000 for National Review from our website denizens and gonna-donors (you can contribute here . . . and not the entire $150K, unless you want to!). There are two reasons for the need. One: to help fund the rebuild of NRO. Yeah, we know: Slow, buggy, maddening. You're tired of it. Us too. We're going to turn NRO into fast, clean, enjoyable. No crash no mas. I'll dedicate the first $125,000 raised to help accomplish that. Two: the balance will fund the NR intern program. It's vital to our operations here, and it is an important step in developing young conservative writers. Let me dream: If we could top our goal, all extra dollars would go to pay our many (increasing!) publishing costs. Mammas, even worse than letting your babies grow up to be cowboys is letting them become publishers. Unless they have cast-iron stomachs (you can't get ulcers that way!). What we do at NR -- producing round-the-clock smart-as-heck conservative commentary and analysis -- is critical to what you believe. It's vital. But it gets harder every day to pay for it. And I just can't seem to figure out the winning Powerball numbers! Bill Buckley held NR's donors in the highest esteem, and he was right to. No donors, no NR. It was that simple. It remains that simple. If you can't live without NRO, and if your conscience is (rightly) bugging you because you have always drunk here for free and never bought a round, well, now is the time to step up. From the Widow's Mite to the Billionaire's chump change, we'll accept any amount -- $10, $25, $50, $100, $500, $1,000, maybe even . . . $10,000?! -- that you and your wallet and your conscience and your principles feel is right. And we'll send you something early next years as an exiguous token of our appreciation. (It will be an e-book.) Can you help? Please do so. Even email me (jfowler@nationalreview.com) if you'd like to discuss. Or yell. Many thanks and God bless. Best, Jack Falalalala
Publisher, National Review
P.S.: Looking to help the overall NR family but you've got to have that tax deduction? I've got the solution: Make a generous contribution to our not-for-profit sister organization, National Review Institute. P.P.S.: OK, he never said, "we don't need no stinkin' badges." But here is what went down when the banditos and the miners met before the guns started blazing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqomZQMZQCQ
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