Jay Zilber has a nice little piece on his “Mind Over What Matters” site about his own (post-9/11) budding right-wingedness (though it’s not clear he’s ready to admit to it quite yet). Still, like Augustine penning his confessions, Jay spends a good chunk o’ space poring over incriminating spots of time, folksy patches from a Lefty past…

Me? Rightward? Yipe. Whatever you do, don’t tell my mom — an unreconstructed Pete Seeger liberal from way back, who once took me on a drive-through tour of the low-rent district in Columbus, Ohio, to make sure I knew that poor black people were living in slums less than three miles from the quiet, white suburban wonderland I called home. Mom had enough of a shock when, at age 12, I announced my preference for Richard Nixon in 1968 because he seemed like a more sympathetic candidate than her guy, Eugene McCarthy. But I digress. (Hi, Mom. Jus’ trying to make you proud.)

Don’t be too hard on yourself, Jay. You can always pick up a copy of The Nation if you’re feeling nostalgic. Me, I just look through old Mad Magazines…

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