Good-bye, TLS

I've been about through with my TLS subscription for a while, but I think this is the last straw: this amusing post tells the story of a very disgruntled, fairly scary historian.  (Read the comments!)  I open last week's TLS and— what do you know?— they're reviewing his book on page 5.  I read eagerly, expecting an evisceration.  No.  It is praised to the skies.

The TLS is an expensive paper; Rupert Murdoch does not need my money, nor does the institution of sneering right-wing smugness need any subsidies from me.  I can find plenty of good causes for my $150, or whatever it is these days, and catch up on back issues at the library.  Add to the above Jean Bethke Elshtain's bizarre screed on man-hating feminists, any Kulturkritik from "In Brief," or the now-infamous review of Madness and Civilization, which failed, to my knowledge, to change a single person's thinking about Foucault, and was (I concede) an exercise in feather-ruffling...  all fine if it costs a penny, but why pay for shit you can read for free at the National Review Online?  Hey, they're intellectuals too!

So that's that.  Any dissenters or defenders of the honor of this once-fine paper?  I mean, the philosophy articles are decent, and it's not all Allen Bloom and Henry Kissinger.  But I seem to open to those pages every time, and then I curse like the devil and complain.